Not that I know of.

I do have a callus in the corner of my right eye, though. It gets really veiny and red right there if my eye gets irritated. I use eye drops.

Racism exists in Equestria. I just don’t think it’s as public as it is where you live.

There are unicorns that think they’re better than earth ponies, and earth ponies that can’t understand that we need to use magic to preform the tasks that they can do without. Same goes for pegasi.

Oh… Uh… I don’t…

I mean… I’m not really comfortable with the idea. Especially in my current financial situation.

Even if I did raise a foal, I think I’d rather adopt. I can’t stand the thought of somepony else going through what I went through just because I wanted the foal I raise to share my DNA.

What is trust? It’s just being able to depend on somepony, right? If I act a certain way for a long time and suddenly change, wouldn’t you trust me long enough to justify it?

But, going in another direction, if you pretend to be somepony long enough, that becomes who you are. At least as far as anypony can tell. And all that will ever matter to anypony else is who you appear to be. Nopony can precieve you any other way, so what’s the difference?

This is why I’ve always had a problem with the idea of ‘being yourself’. Yourself isn’t what you want it to be, it’s whatever everypony else sees you as. Your opinion about who you are is only your opinion, and it’s far outweighed by everypony else’s.

That’s an awful strange comment to come from somepony who carries such an ambiguous moniker, by the way.

This is where our differing paths through life have taught me a little more on the subject than you. Information I’m not at liberty to disclose.

That… thing… plus magic, is terrifying.

My life was put in danger because of a gang one of my coltfriends was in. Nevermind the various groups that just targeted any random, defenseless pony for profit and self-gain.

No.

I would literally rather die. No thank you.

He threatened me, my friend. He’s got this superior bullcrap attitude. Noble morality spewing garbage. Ponies like him! They were the ones I had to look out for when I was stealing bread or apples just to eat!

But he choose to be mister save-the-day warrior! Became rich as hay too! Could trot through life without a care in Equestria! I didn’t want that! I actively avoided it as best I could! Didn’t help. Wasn’t enough. Barely made it out at all, and far from well.

And where am I?! For all the running and beatings and stabbings and stealing to survive and… Oh God… That poor girl… She… She begged… and I couldn’t do anything…

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What’s wrong?

I just don’t understand things sometimes…

Gilda, I thought we got along so well because at the end of the day, we both knew the score. We didn’t choose to grow up in hardship, we survived it. But offering to let Sweetie Belle borrow such a horrible story? That’s not okay. That’s not okay for any child, but especially not Sweetie Belle. How could you even consider that?

You couldn’t possibly want anypony to grow up through the nightmares we had to endure, could you? But Sweetie Belle of all fillies? That… disgusts me… She’s already been exposed to one horror after another. That little story could have thrown her over the edge. It took several messages to get the point across to her, what if I’d stopped after the first? What if that had been the last straw for both her and Scootaloo?

And you’re not going to understand where this coming from. Or why it’s such a big deal. It’s just going to look like I’m ranting about nothing. I want you to understand, but at the same time I don’t want you, or anypony to know. Bon-Bon’s the only one I’ve ever told, and only because I had to; we’re living together. I try everyday to ignore it, but it’s the deepest scar I have. I try to pretend it’s normal, that it’s nothing, but it’s everywhere and I know it’s not.

I don’t want anypony to become like me… And if you knew everything… Deep down I pray that you wouldn’t want that either… I try to protect children from the harshest realities, the ones they don’t have to ever see. Failing that, to at least help them cope with what they’ve experienced. I’m not asking you to help me, but please don’t go against me here.

Flippin’ A…

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Socks…

My first lyre was loaned to me by the school. The first one I ever owned was broken into about six or seven pieces during a fight. Of the three I have now, I bought one, and two were birthday presents given to me on the same year by accident.

I see all these sweet stories about musicians and still having their first instrument, but I don’t have one of those. None of my lyres hold any sentimental value to me at all.

For bonus points, my sitar is the only one I’ve ever owned. I saw one in a music store in Canterlot and remembered hearing somepony play one in the streets once. Bought it on a whim.

I had a friend back in Canterlot who’s cousin got Diabetes. Completely changed his life. He stopped going out and partying, stopped drinking, started excising and eating right. Last I heard he’s in better shape than he’d ever been in!

Don’t really have a moral to this. It’s just what I think about when someone brings it up at random.

Well… I suppose I have been lucky thus far. Most of my questions have at least an ounce of tact, even if they were baselessly insulting.

I’ve been in my share of fights. I’ve been beat up, thrown around, had my life threatened more times than I can count.

How about you, little foal? Everything been just daisy with you? Did you have parents to tuck you into bed at night? I know I didn’t. Somepony to look out for you if you got in trouble? All I had was a place to rest my head at night. Sometimes I didn’t even make it back there. And no pony came running; no pony looked for me. If I showed up, I showed up. If I died, no pony would have cared. I’m not asking for sympathy, I’m not even asking for tact from you.

I guess what I’m saying is…

Is insinuating that I’m both male and a eunuch really the best you can do? I’ve slept through worse in an alleyway while being stepped on.

Well, I used to use Coronet, but I switched to Verizhoof. Can’t say I’ve been disappointed!

Sorry that took so long to answer! Was kinda busy!

The kitchen is a mysterious place to me. And I’m not supposed to bother Bon-Bon while she’s cooking. So I don’t know if she’s baking or what.

Bon-Bon has what is known in the professional world as ‘good taste’. I don’t have that. I eat whatever she makes, but I don’t think I really find the subtle nuances that she gets. So I don’t really have a favorite dish, I don’t guess.

She gets me tortilla chips from the grocers. I love tortilla chips.

You can’t really hug me through the ponynet, brony. Unless you want to do that whole asterisks thing, but that’s not really the same.