Well, I've taken the plunge, haven't I?

In a month from now, I will have been a fan of a show for little girls for a year. Ponies have changed me so much in that time....

And believe it or not, I tried like hell to stay away from it.

It was in December that I first started hearing about the show. At first, I refused to believe the people who told me it was good. It's a show for little girls, I said, how can this be any good? When have shows like that been any good? I hemmed, and hawwed, and made fun of those who enjoyed it, and pretended I didn't see the genuine humor in the images I did see.

Then I saw my first full episode, and I started feeling the pull. That episode was followed by another, and another, until I had seen almost the entire first season in one sitting. The tug became a constant pull. Then the songs started digging into my skull, followed by the fan produced music. The pulling became dragging; Before I knew it, I was a brony. A closeted one, for a while, but one regardless.

I faced some resistance, from my friends, from myself; I'd like to believe we all have, but then I've always like to believe I'm not alone. But all in all, It's surprising to me how essential the show has become to me; Next to my Wrestling, Robots, and Wargames, Pony is what keeps me happy. I like writing about it, I like reading about it, and I like having my two favorite Ponies {Fluttershy and Pinke} on my shelf, defended by the Autobots.

I wonder, what is this pull the show seems to have? Good writing is good, no question, but it has to be something more.