Dude, it’s so hot outside. Seriously, I wore a Victorian bathing suit to a con last weekend, and by the end of the day, it looked like I had actually gone swimming. Just…ew.

Dude, it’s so hot outside. Seriously, I wore a Victorian bathing suit to a con last weekend, and by the end of the day, it looked like I had actually gone swimming. Just…ew.
Wanna hear about how I felt accepted in a con space, didn’t starve, and somehow didn’t do any mash-ups? Read on!