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Yep, I've confirmed it. The My Little Pony named Firefly came out for Christmas 1983.

I was six years old. I knew there were boys and there were girls. The boys looked one way, dressed one way, acted one way, and played one way. And I wanted to look, dress, act, and play like the girls.

I asked for Firefly for Christmas.

Mom made a show of having me tell my grandfather what I wanted for Christmas. "You don't want that." But to her credit, for all her faults, Mom did let me eventually get Firefly.

I played with Ponies and I played with Transformers and I tried to make it all work and I tried to live up to everyone's expectations and I ended up hurting myself and others as I grew up flailing around trying to be a budding man.

But please tell me again how we didn't have trans kids 40 years ago. Tell me again how it must be soy in the food or pollution in the water. Tell me it's social pressure. Tell me it's anything other than more widespread acceptance and a world where kids can more comfortably be who they are.

Go ahead. Tell me little Dave-who-wanted-to-be-Dana doesn't count because of some arbitrary line you've drawn. Tell me I'm ok and real but some kid crying over an Equestria figure is a threat to society.

I don't believe you. In fact I pity your narrow view of the past, shaped by a dominant narrative of rigid roles and smothering expectations.

We were here. We were queer. Get used to it.

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