1) I like classic rock. True, some of the artists in this amorphously-defined* genre tend toward pseudomystical or medievalist images of British Isles warfare. But good grief, if an affection for Zeppelin makes one likely to want collector's swords, every single person I know other than Lord Ocelot'd have an attic full of the things.
*because how useful can a genre definition that includes both David Bowie and Lynryrd Skynryd be?
2) I am often mistaken for having a Gothic leaning. Note that "mistaken": my accusers weren't saying I had such leanings, only that strangers make this mistake. (Evidently, wearing a black t-shirt and not smiling signifies Siouxsie Sioux to much of America. I don't get it.) But because people make this mistake about me, I must want swords? The hell?
3) This was the finest piece of arguing my "friends" had for me on the subject: I like My Little Ponies. Yeah. Because I have said that I do not think they are tremendously ugly, as these people do, I am thus a huge fan of them, and this correlates to wanting collector swords.