Good Anal

A good seven years or so back, my summer vacations had nothing but the dismal repetition of factory work day in and day out. Without the cash there’d be no next semester at UWO. During one of those summers, hearing about everyone’s plans and trips really bummed me out. As much as I wanted to hit the road and experience something else, it just wasn’t in the cards. That was until an ad for the Wizard World Chicago Comic Con caught my eye.

A three day pop culture extravaganza that my mind wasn’t ready for. Ever since I had started collection comics going to one of these large cons had been something I could only dream of doing. Since none of my friends were interested, I took a bus down alone and had a blast.

Where else could you witness two grown men in full Storm Trooper costumes arguing over who’s was more authentic and therefore worthy to march in Storm Trooper gathering outside the convention center that afternoon?

Where else could you see extremely over and under weight men in ill-fitting superhero duds prancing around to meet their idols be it comic creator or members of the insane Clown Posse?

Many years later, I still go, and one of the biggest changes—the number of fangirls have increased dramatically. Years before Heroes and the onslaught of successful comic book movies widened the comic book buying population, the comic con attendees objectify any woman without shame or discretion that showed up. Between the insane costumes, the desperate air of sexual frustration, and of course the comics,  Comic Con’s an entertainment spectacle and self esteem builder that can’t be missed.

Embedded below nerds after my own heart, who make comic cons worth going to because ease dropping on their conversations make my day.