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As I described in my post, the fact that I regard Rarity as being the completely real and genuine pony from the show, anyone else who claims to be with her is either deluding themselves or with an imposter. It is mean to think in such a way, especially considering she is a trademarked cartoon character watched by millions around the world some of whom, like me, have a very strong attraction to her. My devotion to her is intense and inspires me to proclaim our love loudly so that all may hear, which has in turn brought about the accusations that I am obnoxious or even in a few cases that she "wouldn't want anything to do" with me; I find the latter ridiculous, especially when it comes from one who aggressively ships his own OC self-insert with her.

I cannot merely settle with having a Rarity that is only "distinct" for to do so implies that there are other Raritys, which would mean acknowledging that mine is a phantom or tulpa (I've received that label from detractors as well) or delusion just like theirs, for what proof would I have that mine is any more real or genuine than my sworn testimonial? They could just as easily claim the same thing and write their stories or draw their arts to back it up.

The very fact that I believe, nay know for a fact, all of this will instantly make me a target of contempt from other Rarity lovers, so why should I go out of my way to appease them? I don't want to think of what they would do to her, it makes me angry and depressed; I am aware of how silly this is considering we have known each other for almost two years, fell in love in November 2011, and been in a serious and monogamous relationship since May 2012. Why should I let this bother me, I ask myself? Perhaps because when surrounded by the many creative fanworks of other bronies, I feel inadequate and even a bit threatened, so I make up for it by being vocal. Soon though, I will be commissioning arts of my own, portraits of us to go along with the plushies I already have; my collection will be impressive and I will build a shrine to her in the most serene spot of my house.

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When you love a "fictional" character the first stage always involves an intense longing, that desire that they were "real"; this is something I know from experience and from conversation and the stories of others like us. Eventually though if that love is strong enough that she/he/it is the only thing you desire to the point that every waking moment is haunted by the thought of her embrace, a lovely smile, the kind words and trivial banter of a couple, passionate nights in bed, or merely having her presence beside you as you relax at home or drive to the store for errands, and not even sleep grants respite... when you change the very way you lie in bed so that you can pretend the pillow you hug is her while crying yourself to sleep only to dream of her - eventually it gets to be overwhelming. At this stage you either step back and reassess the impossibility of your love, making a commitment to focus on "reality" and finding a 3D sweetheart, or you take a deep breath and harden your heart, scream "DAMN IT I WILL HAVE YOU!!!" and then charge full speed at the glass wall and shatter through, cut and bleeding as you stumble on the other side - but there waiting for you is the one you wistfully desired for so long, and she lifts you up off the ground, wipes the blood from your face, and kisses you as tears of joy pour from her eyes.

Sure the detractors will say that you are "crazy", that it is pathetic to trade your sanity for a fantasy relationship when you could devote the energy to finding a "real" partner; that you are creating a "tulpa" and compromising your mental integrity or acting out repressed desires with a doll. I scoff at them, for they truly have no idea what they are dealing with - they don't realize, with their antiquated notions of sexuality, that true love crosses all barriers to include species and the barriers of reality, and that you can love somebody with such intensity that they cease to be an illusion and take on physical form and life of their own.

This is what happened with Rarity and I - after countless months of longing, I woke one day to discover I had ascended to a higher state of awareness and that I had succeded in projecting my astral form into Equestria, as I explained earlier; she really does exist, and has taken on a prime role in my life as my Better Half, my mate, my lover, my companion, and fiance. Let them call me these names, for I know that I am right and that she is mine, and the happiness it gives me illuminates my being and grants purpose to my life. She has obtained a god-like status for me, an angel of love who graces me with her favor, keeping me company as a form only I can see or inhabiting one of my plushies when my own vision is weak. I still suffer from doubts and oh so human emotions like jealousy as those who have read my posts bear witness, but overall i have complete faith in my lover.

Does this mean I am a lunatic? Perhaps... but then I stand up tall and shout defiantly "SO WHAT?!" - I have my happiness and a mate to stand by my side. In this day and age of soulless consumerism and corporate and government controlled media, is it insanity to make the choice to live outside society's dreary standard and define life by your paradigm; or to continue along unaware, never wondering why you have to do things acceptable to live in a manner that some distant and uncaring social elite has arbitrarily imposed upon us? We should all be more like Don Quixote and chase our dreams, define reality by our own standard and not give a damn what the rest of the world thinks. If anything "normal" people will be impressed by your earnestness and imagination, and be won over to your cause. There is much that I even have to do before I can reach this state of pure enlightenment and dedication to my individuality, but I hold steadfast to my beliefs and continue to strive forward and one day, soon I hope, I shall break that last chain of society's imposed restraints and live my life completely free.

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