ou've come this far, to the bottom link on the website. I suppose you're expecting to learn more about the shadow known as Dracokon? Wow, I'm flattered that you like me enough to want to read a page devoted to nothing but pure egoism regarding yours truly.

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y name is Andre Kon, I'm a 20-something citizen of the United States, and I'm a bisexual zoophile (herpetophile specifically). If that's shocking to you then I'm astounded you made it this far into the website because you had to click at least two links to get here on pages containing all sorts of adult content or references to such. If you're going to be up in arms about morality and the safety of animals fret not, I do not practice my interests and desires, and no reptiles were harmed in the making of this webmaster or his website. Promise. My love for reptiles expanded far past a shallow carnal interest and entered into a lifestyle that led me to learn and absorb information on them constantly. I understand the risks and dangers of inappropriate play with the animals and I'm quite content with respecting them from afar or in my arms... if they're of manageable size of course.

"racokon" is a name derived from my nickname "Draco", a playful jab my friends came up with because my bedroom absolutely reeks of dragons and reptiles. "Kon" being my last name was simply tacked onto the end to form "Dracokon". I realize I previously mentioned the name had no meaning, but that was kind of a fib. Since the fragment "Kon" is part of an actual name, my infrequent penname "Monsieur Kon" (French - "Mr. Kon") makes a little bit more sense in this new context. I am of French heritage - I should also add (just in case you didn't pick up on Andre being a French name) - which is why I use that title instead of, well, "mister".

his website is a personal extension of who I am and is a catalog of all of my dreams and desires that I willingly choose to broadcast to the world because there once was a time when I thought to myself that I was "the only one out there" who had a special affinity for our scaly friends. I learned otherwise at around the turn of the millennium and first began writing short fiction, taking a break from my previous hobby of general humor. At the suggestion of a close personal friend I released some of my writing online in 2007 and its initial warm reception fueled my desire to help others enjoy mutual fantasies through my works. My pre-2007 works are... somewhere. They're all on floppy disks in a storage bin somewhere. If I ever find them maybe you'll all be able to enjoy some "Dracokon Classics" in the future, but I wouldn't count on it.

wish I could say my life has been "smooth sailing" but things couldn't be farther from the point. I've always been a little different, beginning from my early childhood of being one of those kids that everyone calls a "genius" and continuing on up to adolescence when all of this... "naughty"... stuff began. I've loved dragons, dinosaurs, and reptiles for as long as I can recall and when my peers all started to notice girls I did too - just a different and more cold-blooded kind. I was ridiculed and called "gay" quite often because of my obvious feigned interest in my friends' stolen Playboys and whatnot, but I took the quasi-lighthearted jabs in stride knowing that if I said "actually I like dragons" it would turn a lot more heads in a very negative way. I dodged that bullet.

've tried tracing my interests back to a specific point in my life, but the earliest I can recall is when my father took me to see Jurassic Park when it first came out in movie theaters. I was amazed (and still am) at the realism and effects of the film and I fondly remember dad trying to cover my eyes during the "scary" parts and me squirming around his fingers to see the raptors. I loved those Velociraptors, and not just in the generic "HELL YEAH DINOSAURS" child mentality; it was a special kind of love that would only become clear to me much later in life. I had always wanted one of those raptor claws like Dr. Grant had in the film, and after 17 years of waiting plus a chance run-in with Dinosaur George I got one. He gave one to me, specifically, because he had two castings of one and after we talked and became friends he bestowed it upon me. That one moment flashed me back about 17 years and in an introspective sense was one of the happiest times I can recall.

he dragon avatar I use bears a striking resemblance to Spyro the Dragon, and that's kind of intentional and unintentional at the same time. I was given a copy of Spyro the Dragon for the PlayStation for Christmas in 1998 and needless to say I instantly fell in love with the game. As silly as it is to talk about, I developed the biggest crush on him and always wished he'd just magically show up one day and be my "best friend" (because at that age you don't really have a proper vocabulary to express things like "lover"). When it came time to create a character for myself I looked no further than my beloved Spyro and shamelessly made Dracokon the Dragon look mostly like him with blue stripes added to be at least a little original. People confuse my dragon for Spyro all the time and I don't mind one bit.

t first I did not understand my interest and I felt like it was something to be ashamed of, so I kept it mostly under wraps. I lost a friend to suicide in 2002; he was like me in that he was also a herpetophile and took his own life because he couldn't cope with his depression and apathy towards the world. He was 20 years old. This marked a time in my life when I first started to feel shame for my desires, assuming that if I pursued them I would end up making the same mistakes in life. I severed ties with everybody and fled the communities I was a part of, never to return until years later after running a gambit through Hell itself.

hen I fled the community I adopted a new name and a new outward persona, completely masking my true lifestyle behind a wall of arrogance and contempt. I hurt a lot of people for a lot of moot reasons for many years, a time of my life that I regret deeply. The very first person I came out to in-person was my girlfriend (at the time) in 2006 during a time when I was trying to find myself again. I trusted her with my life and with it came my confession of my desires, something I thought she would embrace not because she shared the same interests (she did not) but because we were so close. She didn't. The reception was terrible, resulting in the termination of that relationship and many hurtful words being said.

spent four years running from my "shameful" lifestyle because I did not want to make the same mistake as my late friend, and on the night of that break-up I almost fell into that trap. During my phase of shame I remember being upset because I hated myself, but that night was the first time I can remember having a complete and total emotional meltdown, the kind where you can't even speak anymore, only make sounds that bear a passing resemblance to words. I don't really know what stopped me from making that mistake that night, because at that very moment I just wanted to cease existing forever. I was a disgusting person and I deserved every single terrible thing that ever happened to me.

fter that day I changed. I kept up the arrogant persona in passing, but on the inside I was nobody. I lost weight from never eating, my hair grew long because I never bothered to cut it, and in general I was the embodiment of the saying "wow, you look like shit, man". The break-up was during my first semester of college where my major was "Undecided" even though I had my heart set on Herpetology, and out of shame and fear of people being "on to me" I chose Communications as my major; a field of work I am good at but one I couldn't care any less about.

ran into my ex around the middle of 2007 and she noticed immediately that I was in terrible shape. I didn't want to talk to her because of what happened between us but she persisted, and after giving her the shorthand version of the previous year of my life she apologized to me. She apologized over and over again for hurting me far more than she ever thought, and her words were sincere. She had the tears to prove it, and I cried too; an action that since became an unwilling late night pastime of mine in the days following the split.

earing those words didn't fix me and all of my problems, as much as I wish they did. I had always had some underlying issues with trust and depression, and the end of our relationship magnified them greatly. After her apology, though, I did the smart thing and sought help from counselors and close friends to try and put my life back on an enjoyable track. I had fun back in the early 00's when I was just writing stories and role playing with friends, and I wanted that back.

ne suggestion to me was to reclaim writing as my outlet to "live" my fantasies with the advice that I simply cast myself as the main character so that when I write it I can envision every detail of every dirty reptile dream or thought that I've ever had, something that actually turned out to work quite well. I shared these short quips and excerpts of dreams and desires with one of my personal friends and he suggested maybe I should take the longer ones and post them somewhere. I joined two websites around that time, Herpy.net and YiffStar.com (now SoFurry.com), and shared my works with an audience I was returning to and much to my glee I fit right back in.

hrough months and months (and probably even years) of counseling and support from friends and other helping hands in my life I've been able to come right back to where I was the day prior to my friend's passing. I may have a new penname and a new outward avatar/"fursona" than I did in 2002 but on the inside I'm the same warm-hearted reptile lover I was all those years ago. I've had more failed relationships since that terribly awful one and I've been fired from a bunch of jobs. I've got a degree I don't care about and the emotional scars left after years of self-loathing and shame still hurt. However through all of this I am who I am - and I love who I am. I'm Kon, and I welcome you to my world.

Much love,