on the one hand bronies “coming out” about being a ponysexual or whatever because they think it’s just as dangerous as being gay is appropriative and homophobic as hell but on the other hand imagine some 22 year old with premature balding twisting his fedora in his greasy hands as he tearfully explains to his horrorstruck parents that he jacks off to technicolor horses
Don’t get me wrong I disapprove of bronies as much as the next average guy, but that’s some cold shit. Your struggle ain’t any more important that theirs.
look. there are very few things I know for certain in this world, this I will admit, but one thing I definitely, incontrovertably know is that literally all of my struggles, from the adversity I face buying stamps in a foreign language, to the hurdles I jump in my attempt to open jam jars, are more important than the process of coming to terms with one’s desire to wank over magical ponies