
LOVE Yaoi-Con!
Adore it.
People dress up--and look stunning.
People play.
Gender roles aren't a thang. At all.




The other group up there was a Yaoi I don't recognize--but Chicken sure did. She was SO excited because they were only one person shy. I was so impressed that they got six people to dress up! (BTW-- there was a group of ACTUAL stewardesses with a pilot from Japan Air at the con. People kept thinking they were in costume--they were very confused.)


Our lovely pirate here is Ms. Edie, who came to visit me last year and pick my brain. THIS year she came to tell me she finished her VERY OWN NOVEL and I could not be prouder. You GO Ms. Pirate-- you are fierce and powerful, and I adore you!
And Warboy and Max deserved a picture because… dude.




And the inimitable Ro-- up to no good on Sunday, as he should be ;-) Liz as well-- I guess today was a day for villains, right? Well, either way, they were both delicious.

But Yaoi-Con cannot last forever-- because if so, I'd still be there from my FIRST one back in 2010. I eventually made my way back to reality-- and there is nothing more real than the heinous backup on the stupid bridge. Dudes. Ugh.

It was the SADDEST thing, because I screeched up to the McDonalds and launched myself out of the front seat. As I was running, a disabled panhandler came up to ask me for money. Now usually I'm polite, even if I have no money, but in this case I just shrieked at the poor man, "I'M GONNA PEE MY PANTS!" and ran inside the store. Of course, when I got there, I realized I needed to buy something to use the facilities, so I made it up to the counter doing the peepee dance.
"Can I help you?"
"I'd like three cookies and a bathroom key please?"
"Sure, but they're unlocked."
I swiped my card. "Leave the cookies on the counter then, I'll be back."
I finished my business and grabbed my cookies to run outside, and the poor panhandler was still there. Now, remember, I just got back from Yaoi-Con. I have NO cash. None. I tried to give the guy cookies as I was trotting to my car but he put his hands up like I was the devil feeding him brimstone, and I broke back into my "two miles form home" sprint and apologized for having no cash, even as I was starting the car.

I wonder if all of this makes me a terrible person?
Anyway, I got home, was mobbed and mugged by Squish and Zoomboy, licked and chewed on by the dogs, and finally, Mate and I got a moment together.
Remember-- he's been on his own through a Bowling for Soup concert, soccer Saturday, and taking the two kids to a Republic game on Saturday night.
This picture was as good as it was going to get.
But I don't care.
I'm just so glad to be home.
3 comments:
There is NOTHING more heinous than the pee-pee dance! Traffic, AND the pee-pee dance?? Goddess, Bless that woman with a cookie, or three...when she least expects it!
~squee~ Ah, Amy, you are one of the true gems! It is always a pleasure being in your effervescent presence, and I cannot wait until the next occasion. As a treat for you, I have placed a photo of me and The Liz •together• at a party--in matching costumes, no less--upon the Book of Face. Ride eternal, dear Spinner, shiny and chrome.
I was truly wonderful to meet you. Thank you for being such a good sport about the signing and the talking. And the traffic and gotta pee is really rough. Fortunately the home coming is always worth it. Thanks again!
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