Okay, so I am a closet brony. I don't particularly care if my friends know that I like the show, but I'm not going to be open about it. However, I really did not want my parents knowing about my being a brony. My mom is super paranoid about internet stuff, and my dad has the terrible habit of being ignorant and not understanding too much. I used to have a desktop computer in my dad's work office that was nice and private. A month ago, though, my mom got paranoid that I wasn't getting any work done, so she forced me to move it to the kitchen table where my ENTIRE FREAKING FAMILY can see what I'm doing. Since I spend a third of every day on ponies, she obviously found out about my obsession. Unfortunately, one of the tabs I had open at the time she caught me was to some anthro ponies. It took me a long time to explain everything, from the show to what bronies are. It took a good ten minutes to convince her it had nothing to do with beastiality, and then another half an hour to convince her it was not a cult.
While I think my mom feels better now, she is still extremely skeptical, and I can tell she thinks I chat with sickos. It does NOT help when one of the questions she asked me was about my sexual preference. After she found out about my love for all things pastel-colored, I noticed that she is paying more attention to what I'm doing on the computer. If anyone has seen Obsession Is Magic
obsessionismagic.blogspot.com/, the site that I an admin on, you will realize how this might be a problem. She's also been trying to find excuses to get me off the computer more.
So, on top of having to minimize any pony windows I have open whenever someone walks by the computer (every two fucking minutes), I now have to worry about her snooping around in my stuff. Oh, did I mention that after I moved everything to the kitchen, she also put parental restrictions on? This means she can see any pictures I download, and anytime I want to install a program, I have to ask her permission to put in the password. Thank God she has not found my DA or my Tumblr, or else shit would have hit the proverbial fan. If anyone was wondering why my posts on OIM are less frequent, this is why.
I love my parents no matter what, there's no doubt about that. But sometimes...