I’ve never been one to go with the whole, male/female version of occupations/status.

I just call all actors, ‘actors’. It’s not fair that colts seem to get the bottom rung in the ladder of our society. No reason for us mares to add an unnecessary flourish to our titles.

We’re supposed to all be equal.

I was just about to sit down and talk with her.

The initial topics to address are what she heard, and why. Unfortunately, what she heard were ravenous screeches of ecstasy and other… less than savory dialog. And why? Well, while directly related it makes lying or downplaying things pretty much impossible. I can forgo exactly how things work, but she’s going to have to hear the truth about what she heard and why.

The real truth.

After that, I’ll do as much damage control as I can. The last thing I want her to do is go out and use that knowledge. Fortunately, for once anyway, Sweetie is fairly reserved. I think the information will be enough to ease her mind a little without making her curious. It might sound a little cruel, but if it’s embarrassing enough, she won’t want to even think about it for some time.

Rarity, I not sure what to tell you, to be honest. I guess just try to be, whatever you were to her before this ever happened. Big sister, motherly, whatever it was. Pretend that this doesn’t change anything. You’re still the authority in her life. You cannot let this be something she holds over your head.

Basil, I don’t envy the position you’re being put in. Either you become a father/big brother figure to her or she does everything in her power to ignore you. The latter will only make things worse in the long run. The former will be devastating if the two of you ever break up. So, I guess pick up a few books on father/daughter interaction.

I can’t ever say anything with certainty, but I’m pretty sure she’ll be okay. Mostly she’s just shaken up, confused, ashamed and embarrassed.

I have a scar from a cigarette that was put out on my foreleg, but it’s pretty hard to see.

I’ve never actually been ignited, no.

Sure.

Step one, when things first start out, avoid spending time together. It’ll happen naturally, don’t try to force it or you’ll get sick of seeing one another.

Step two, designate what belongs to who. If it isn’t yours, don’t touch it without permission.

Step three, find a show or game that you both like and can watch/play together. If it’s a game, don’t make it a versus game or you’ll kill each other.

Step four, help out. Once you move in, it might not be your stuff, but you’re using it. Help with routine maintenance. Wash something, dust, vacuum.

Step five, cooperate. It’s all fun and games, and/or threats and jokes. But you’re in this together. If you get mad, if you yell, scream, whine, or cry before slamming that door, guess who you’re going to have to explain it to? Sometimes yelling has to happen, but always remain calm.

Come to think of it though, with Spike around, not sure how much of step four will actually matter. And if you’re a couple, not sure how much you can apply step one either.

We played for real back when I was around.

1. If you fail to complete a dare, whoever’s ‘it’ gets a point and remains 'it’.
2. If you refuse a truth, you lose a point and whoever’s 'it’ gets a point and remains 'it’.
3. If you complete a truth or dare, you get a point, and you’re now 'it’.
4. You can’t just keep going back and forth with each other. Quit playing like a d-… uh… dingus (That part was added before I came along).
5. There’s no rules about what kind of truth you can ask, but the answer only has to be true from the truthee’s perspective. So don’t ask some off-the-wall history question, “you’re not a clever pony.” (We had to add that part in for obvious reasons.)
6. Dares can only directly involve other players if they are willing participants.
7. Dares can only involve non-players as observers (usually for something embarrassing).
8. There was a lot of debate over it, but you can dare somepony to tell the truth. Truth is almost always the easier option anyway, so most of the time you’re throwing your dare away.
9. If you believe a dare is unfair you call out… uh… bullpoop.
10. An unfair dare is any dare the daree is believed to be completely incapable of completing, or something 'completely illegal’. 'Completely Illegal’ is a technical term for “they’re gonna get caught and snitch!”
11. If a dare has been… questioned, then you make your case and the other players agree or disagree.
12. If the other players disagree, you gotta do it. No penalty for trying to get out of it so you pretty much always call bull… poop.
13. If the players agree, whoever’s 'it’ loses their turn, a point, and the daree is now 'it’.
14. If the players agree but the daree says they’ll do it anyway, one of two things happen. Either A) The daree fails and the darer gets a point and remains in control. Or B) The daree succeeds and gets two points, is now it, and the darer loses two points.
15. When dared, the daree can 'diamond dog dare’ the darer to do it instead. If they agree and succeed, the former darer get two points and remains in control, while the former daree loses a point. Nothing lost if they refuse to go through with it, but lots of taunting usually ensues.
16. Despite varying degrees of pi-… peeing matches, there’s only one thing above a 'diamond dog dare’.
17. A 'double diamond dog dare’ can be called if one of the participants is the currently in the lead, and is usually a signal that everypony is getting tired of playing.
18. A 'double diamond dog dare’ means both participants have to do the dare. Refusing is no longer an option, by penalty of every other player.
19. A 'double diamond dog dare’ usually also means something really bad is about to happen, so get your things together and get ready to run from the guard. Younger players are excused and can leave at any time because they can’t run as fast.
20. Whoever completes the 'double diamond dog dare’ first wins.
21. You lose if you get caught, unless the group decides it was worth it.
22. YOU LOSE IF YOU SNITCH!

You’re my friend!

And it wasn’t so long ago that I was where you are. I remember what it was like. I doubt things are identical, but a lot of what you say hits home pretty hard.

I wish I could convince your parents to not force you to work while in college. I know for a fact that having to work and study at the same time negatively impacted my grade. Eight to twelve hours a week spent in a cafeteria was still eight to twelve hours I could have spent studying.

Incidentally, most of the time I worked in the cafeteria, I caught pizzas from the oven, sliced them, and put them on display.

Popular society deems any instance in which those four letters are arranged to form the swear in question, makes it a swear. It doesn’t matter if it contains a prefix or a suffix.

Likewise, you won’t see any biblical words condemning somepony to a location, archaic words that designate a girl dog or a fatherless foal, or alternate nouns for either a donkey, or somepony being stubborn on my page.

As I’ve said before, this isn’t a literature class. This page is meant to be accessible to anypony, regardless of age. That’s why I use such vague terminology when talking about things like intercourse.

The bottom-line? It’s my decision, not yours. You’re free to question it, and I’m free to defend it.

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I’m really glad to help!! No worries, I know you’d do the same for me…. but you know, not involving music. Cause… well… I forgot what I was saying… You’re welcome?

Absolutely, Sweetie! And if you ever need any help in language arts, I’m your mare! Before I had to drop out of college, that was going to be my major, you know.

Spectacular.

I’m sure you won’t mind paying for my food, insurance, medical. Hey! Why don’t I just retire and stay at home all day on tumblr while you work for the both of us and still don’t get any! After all, I’m a magical unicorn, I could beat the poop out of you if you dare refuse any whimsy that happens to cross my mind!

I get the strangest sense that you didn’t think this through.

We’re not even getting into the part that everypony would hate me for.

I don’t know that anypony would stop being my friend over this, but it’s that sort of thing that ponies look at you differently over. Just like that post about my past relationships.

I’m not! I’m not strong. I’m… I’m just…

One day I’ll explain it, and then everypony will understand. But you’ll all wish you never knew.

I don’t know who you are, but I wish you well. Christohoof Robin said it best. (Or to skip to the quote in question.)

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.