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  1. It's so refreshing when someone gets me. That seems to not happen very often.

  2. Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! *waves hand* Me! Me! Me!

    I get mention in Blogistan. I feel all warm and fuzzy. You can use my name. I grant permission.

    I truly do not understand the fear and loathing of the brony. I truly do not. Some of it seems to seep in from the masculine ideal and the notion that in order to be a real man you must be just so. You cannot like brightly colored ponies with rainbow hair. To do so means that you are a freak and a danger to certain prescibed perceptions and you must be punished.

    The computer is your friend. You can trust the computer.

    Unfortunately it isn't just guys who have issues with bronies. A lot of females also seem to have problems with bronies. In this case it is a combination of the above mixed with 'It's our fandom! Go away you icky boy!' and 'Go away you posers! You're just a fly-by-night fan! You're not a real fan!'.

    I have given tounge lashings to many a My Little Pony collector and usually they sit down and shut up when their wank is exposed.

    Alas it does not always work. I am a My Little Pony fan who embraces the brony and I emplore anyone else not to judge your fellow man.

    Even if he does have a leather wallet in his back pocket with a rainbow tail hanging over the little square of fabric.

    Because ponies are cool.

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