Today I found a small tub of pink Play-Doh. I used it to make a small pony and put it on my desk at work. It was worth a few laughs from my boss and coworkers until…

One coworker mentioned Bronies and then explained, briefly, the fandom to my boss. After hearing the fruits of that conversation, I am very glad that no one here knows that I’m a Brony.

I often wish I could be more open about this sort of thing in my life. I suppose that I should be thankful that my friends and family are accepting of it. Although, truth be told, I don’t think my parents really grasp the concept. Either way, thankful.

Still.

It would be nice to be able to have say, a Rainbow Dash toy, sitting on my desk to cheer up my day. Or to wear a Pinkie Pie shirt in the office once in a while. I want to believe that I could show off my art to my coworkers and not be met with scorn. But, I know what would happen if I tried.

Eh, I’m not even sure where I was going with this… just rambling I suppose. I just feel sad that there is this thing in my life that means so much to me, that the people around me don’t understand and won’t accept.

Ah well, next time I’ll make a cat, I guess.