1) You’re trying to think logically about a phobia; that’s not how they work. As long as you don’t think about it or aren’t looking at it, you’re okay. You could have somepony with Apiphobia (which I also have) in a room with twelve bees and as long as they aren’t looking at them and the bees aren’t making any noise, eventually they’ll calm down.

What else is there to look or focus on while hang gliding other than the projection of your own body going splat on the ground far below?

2) Not nearly as good as the ignorant sense of self-entitlement you must possess.

3) Just looked different? No. I’ve wished I had specific special talents, but never really cared what they look like.

I’ve said it before a long time ago, but adults don’t really care about cutie marks.

4) Um… Because I’m an adult?

There’s nothing wrong with embracing one’s own sexuality. I just don’t follow tumblrs that post sex or exposed genitalia or anything I might have trouble explaining in public. Remember, I check my tumblr on my Manedroid while I’m out.

“Oh, but it’s just supposed to be artistic!” Doesn’t fly, but there is a difference between sexy and sex. There’s nothing on Spitfire’s page you wouldn’t see on a city billboard or advertised in a public magazine.