I had sexual fantasies involving dogs, a long time ago. For the longest time I failed to realize how abusive that fetish was. I would talk about it to people at the drop of a hat if I thought they had even the slightest bit of interest in or curiosity about the subject. I wanted to be seen as cool and experienced, so I would make up stories in which I'd turned my fantasies into realities. It was all an effort to get people to like me, or think I was interesting. I know how dumb that is, but it's what I genuinely believed at the time. I lied to get people to like me.
I had a dog at one point, and I began to include him in these lies. I finally realized that I didn't want to act on these fantasies, not really, so I gave him away to someone who actually cares about him. I no longer have those fantasies. I am ashamed I ever had them, and I am ashamed for telling stories about them.
I never told glip about any of that. The only thing I ever told glip was that it was a very minor kink, something fun to see in furry art but something I would never ever do in real life, no way. I never told them the truth.