Hi my name is mike, I'm 18 years old and I'm a Brony and this is my story. What's a Brony? A Brony is an adult fan of the hit show My Little Pony, it may sound weird at first and I don't blame you, but after you read this story you might see things differently.
Have you ever been in a point in life where you wish something really good would come your way? Have you ever stayed up all night praying that something amazing would to come in to your life, something that would let you be you and not be afraid of what others may think or say? I have, I was at a low point in my life were it was hard to see anything good or amazing happening.
Then one day it happened, all though it was something completely and I mean completely unexpected! I was listening to music on YouTube then I saw a video thumbnail with a yellow pony on it, I was curious as to why this showed up as a suggested video, so I clicked on it expecting it to be something for little kids, but instead it was something completely different then what I was expected, it was a song, not a children's sing along song, but a frick'n Drum & Bass track! Now I'm sitting there thinking why would an adult make this, I was really confused. Then I saw this word in the description, the word was "Brony" now what the hell does Brony mean! I had to google search this, so I did. I saw a picture of a guy holding a little pony, which kind of creped me out, but made me more curious at the same time. One question that was going through my head, why’ why would an adult watch this show?
Later that night I decided to watch an episode to see what all the fuss was about, to be honest I thought these “Bronies” were just bunch of creeps on the internet, but I needed to check this out before making an opinion. So I watched an episode and it was completely different then I thought it was going to be, it was really well put together and wasn't crazy hard core girly. I watched another and another and another and before I knew it was 4 in the morning!!
All the sudden I was beginning to really like this show and the fan base with all its music,
drawings, fan fictions, like My little dashie (god that made me cry) PMV's and so on. But what I loved most of all was the music, I loved it so much that I decided to open a YouTube account, and make brony music, it was awesome.
At first I wondered why I liked this show then I had a feeling, a good feeling, a feeling that I never had before, I felt like didn’t have to worry any more, I didn’t have to worry about what people thought about me. I could just be me and, fill my life with the unconditional love that this fandom has to offer. One night I said to myself, you know what, that’s it! I’m going to ignore everything negative in my life form now on; I’m not going to dwell on what I can’t change in life, it doesn’t matter what people may think or say, I have found something that has allowed me to forget all the crap I went through in the past and be nothing else but me!
Things were good I was really happy that I found out about this show, it was changing my life and making me a better person, I no longer let people bully me, I stood up for myself and for others. I gained a lot of self esteem by ignoring any negative source of energy directed at me, I was really happy. Then it came to telling my parents that I like My Little Pony I was very nervous but I still told them and they were fine with it, so I thought....
A few months after telling my parents that I’m a brony I was having bad dreams of my family not accepting me being a brony, I had a bad feeling that this was going to be taken away from me. The one day I was in my room drawing another pony to put on my wall, then my mom walked in my room she asked me what I was doing, I replied, drawing another pony’ she asked me to stop so I did, then she said I need you to do something do something for me. I said Ok, and then she said I need you to remove your pony drawings from your wall, I asked way but all she said was I don’t need to tell you way, just remove your drawings from the wall, so I did, then she told me to throw out the drawings, I said no, then she said ok than i'll put the drawings on your desk and you can throw them out when you’re ready to. When she left the room I cried because I knew that this was going to happen, I knew it was too good to be true.
After that my life became a living hell. I tried to reason with my mom but she wouldn't listen to me, we would get in huge fights with each other, which eventually started to affect our relationship. I had to explain to her what bronies where but she didn't want to hear anything I had to say. Things just got worse and worse, soon we were having fights everyday, things weren't going well for me. I started going to counseling to get help it was great to have someone to talk to about my problems, but it didn't help. My mom still didn't accept me being a brony. Everyone I love was telling me to stop being a brony and that it was hurting them, they even told me stories about people with drug addictions and said I was going to end up like them and lose everyone one who cares about me.
I had no choice but to go in to hiding that I was a brony, I felt like a gay person not being accepted for being gay, it felt awful and still does today. Every once and awhile I would get caught looking at brony stuff and would get in so much trouble, once I even got my ipad taken away from me for a few months.
I had a friend at school and he was a brony too, we would hang out every day at school and talk on Skype for hours, once we talked for 5 hrs straight. About after a year of being friends I started to realize I had feelings for him. So I told him that I liked him and he said he liked me to, it was awesome we even had had this thing going on that stated I was his Vinyl Scratch and he was my Octavia (I’m Pansexual) but unfortunately it didn't last long, as soon as his mom found out that he was a brony and that I was a brony and I had a crush on him she didn't want us hanging out any more which still really sucks to day.
