Comic Con, Day 2, pt. 3: When Darkness Descends

Quite possibly one of the most fabulous unicorns at Comic Con. I love this cosplay.

After the panel, we were free for the rest of the evening. Friday night was quite the bizarre evening. We wound up meeting a trans comic writer/artist. He was an amazing person to talk to. We spent quite a bit of time talking to him about all sorts of random things.

Afterwards, we were heading out to get dinner… somewhere. The crowd in the Gaslamp that night was… different. I’m not sure how to qualify it. There was an older gentleman who passed by me on the street who asked me, “Are those real?”

My only retort was, “Is what real?”

My only guess would be that he was referring to my breasts. I was mortified that anyone would think that was an OK question to ask a woman, particularly some stranger who you pass on the street. I also overheard a conversation another man was having talking about prostitutes.

“Yup yup yup yup yup uh-huh, uh-huh…”

It was genuinely strange.

We wound up getting sushi. It was good sushi, then we wound up at another bar across the street from the Hard Rock. I can’t quite remember the name, but I’m sure that someone out there might know.

The bar itself was pretty nice. Not a dive by any extent of the imagination. The drinks were fairly good. Even more weird was that there was a girl who first came by to tell me she liked what I was wearing and asked me if I was cosplaying any particular character.

I replied, “No, it’s just an outfit I threw together.”

She complimented my ability to throw together an outfit. Afterwards she asked if she could touch my boobs… and if her friends could as well.

I had no idea how to respond to this. Is this something that is commonly asked in San Diego bars? I do

Link playing the Ocarina of Time in the Gaslamp.

acknowledge that they were quite drunk by the time they got there.

I said sure… but I was seriously weirded out. I did give consent, but that was a seriously strange situation to be in. It made me intensely uncomfortable.

Shortly afterwards, we decided to head back home for the evening. After all, tomorrow was going to be another somewhat early morning.