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NOTE: This is not an actual "vore" story. It is a personal experience story. I just thought it was important to speak to my community. You may have to click on the "T" in the upper-right hand corner to get it all to fit w/o scrolling right.
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If you are reading this story, I assume you are like me, a vorarephile. If you're like me, you may feel ashamed, embarrassed, or even disgusted at your own fetish, an intricate part of your sexuality. It is commonplace to hear about Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgendered people on the news and media. You'll even occasionally hear about sadists and masochists. However, (while I respect and will one day fight for the rights of those people) you almost never hear about vorarephilia. Vorarephilia is part of my sexuality, and if you are reading this, I assume that it is part of yours as well. However, as with all parts of one's sexual identity, it is NOT a choice, and is NOT a result of emotional trauma.

You may ask, "Why is he writing this? Who cares?" I'm writing this because I know, out there somewhere, that there are people like me out there, who are vorarephiles, and feel like outcasts. I hope that, with this story, that I may touch the life of at least one of these people out there and let them know that they aren't alone. There are happy, healthy, intelligent, warmhearted people just like you out there that just happen to have a fetish.

So often do you hear personal experiences of gays and lesbians, and that's a good thing, nobody should have to feel alone, but I couldn't find personal experiences of vorarephiles anywhere on the internet. So, I decided to write my own personal experience story. In the next few paragraphs, I will tell you "my story" of vorarephilia, and ultimately, my sexuality. Also, I encourage you to do the same. If we stand together, we can help people like us.

First off, I would like two things to be made clear: First, I was born with this fetish; second, I was not in any way sexually abused. I am a happy, healthy, and normal (close enough :-P ) human being. When I was two or three, I remember watching a show called "Dragon Tales", a show for kids. In one episode, I remember the two protagonists, Max and Emmy, along with a group of dragons, going inside of another dragon while searching for a ball they had lost while playing games. Ultimately, they were eaten. (Don't worry about the cartoons: Another dragon helped them out and we all learned to "listen to what others have to say", which was the moral of the story.) I remember feeling happy, a different kind of happy that a kid usually didn't feel. I remember it so clearly.

This was the first, but not only instance of "vore" that I remember as I child. My parents are really (REALLY!!!!) religious. They read me Bible stories. My favorite story was the story of Jonah, a man who got swallowed whole by a whale, and stayed in the belly for three days before being spat out on shore. Also, remember "The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time?" I bet that any vorarephile that played it does! (Especially the dungeon, "Inside of Jabu-Jabu's Belly.") Along with other games and shows, "vore" made me feel different than anything else. Point being: I was always a vorarephile, and was always a happy, healthy human being.

Naturally, I never knew another person who liked this stuff. I knew that it wasn't something to be discussed, even at a young age. I felt different, alone, and outcast for having this thing I didn't understand. However, I was able to live with it and still socialize and put on the façade of "having a 'normal' sexuality." In some ways, I still do the same today.

I remember talking to my father about "Jonah and the Whale" while I was in the second grade, but not in the spiritual sense. I asked him if it was possible to be eaten, and he looked at me like I was nuts. But, time went on, and no such conversation has taken place since. I lived like a normal person all through elementary and middle school.

While I was in the seventh grade, I remember looking up pictures of Bowser eating Mario (for you see, I am quite the Mario fan). I came across a word I had never heard before: "vore". " Vore? I thought. What could it be? So, I googled it. I learned that "vore" was a fetish that involved eating or being eaten. I also learned that my "oddness" had a name. From that point on, I knew I was a vorarephile. I also knew I wasn't alone.

However, shortly after, I realized something else: I may not be completely straight. I knew I liked a few guys, and a few girls, but could I really be bisexual? Was it possible? Throughout my questioning of my sexuality, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't the gender, it was the person. It isn't the outside that makes us who we are: It's the inside. Upon realizing this, I chose the label "demisexual" to suit myself. (A demisexual is a person who feels sexual attraction only to those with which they share a close emotional and romantic bond with. It is often associated with asexuality, the lack of sexual attraction) This made one thing clear, vore was but one part of my sexuality, and a very small, but important, part of me.

So, I had finally discovered my sexuality, and selected the label that best fit it. I came out as a bisexual (I did this so I wouldn't have to explain the deeper parts of my sexuality) to my school, and a demisexual to my friends, since I knew they'd understand and not talk about "labels." Naturally, having come out as simply "bi" to my school and my mother (these people cared little of my sexuality except who I was interested in. My mother didn't even take it seriously, and it hurts me every day), and "demisexual" to my close friends, I felt myself living kind of an odd double-life. My friends didn't expect me to date anyone I didn't care about, while the stupid jocks expected me to date every single guy that walked on two legs. But, when your sexuality is so complex little can be done.

Finally, I realized something: My friends have helped me come out to the school and my parents; they deserve to know something more. I told a few of my absolute closest friends the deepest, most secret part of my sexuality. I had finally found the courage inside to out myself to my friends as a vorarephile . (In case I confused you, I only outed myself as "bi" to the school to avoid confusion, and hadn't told anyone until now of my vorarephilia.) As far as I know, they have kept the secret well. It was as if a great burden was lifted off of my shoulders. I never once have regretted telling my friends about my vorarephilia.

Really, I see no need to come out as a vorarephile to my parents or my school. I simply don't need to deal with the bullying and harassment of it. However, if you feel safe doing it, feel free. But do NOT do it if you think you will be in any physical danger.

So, I have shared my story with you. Not a "vore" story, but a "human" story. I hope you, the reader, if you have read it this far, will tell your own story about who you are and what you stand for. If we vorarephiles stand together, then a child, teenager, or adult out there that feels different and lonely will learn that he or she isn't alone! In this way, we can help "Vorarephilia" come out of the closet. Maybe a vorarephile can be president, who knows. Maybe we can start a vorarephile organization. Who knows? But if you are a vorarephile and you feel lonely: Please don't. I am a sixteen year old nerdy boy. I get straight-A's, have good, quality friends, and am happy! If you feel the need to talk to another one of us, e-mail me! I hope that you can hear my story, tell yours, and help vorarephiles out there feel a sense of community and family. Thank you.

(Also, if you want to e-mail me and talk to me personally, you can reach me at Nerdking27@yahoo.com. But please no hate mail…)