Let's face it, folks: No one reads Playboy for the articles (although, admittedly, many people read Penthouse for the phony letters).
No one watches skin flicks in order to "warn others of the danger."
And no one attends DragonCon without intending to catch an eyeful of T&A.
In this resepect, good ol' DragonCon seldom disappoints.
Submitted for your approval: a random selection of images captured by J.R. and myself over the years.
This woman is dressed as a belly dancer. Call me a die-hard cynic, but I strongly doubt that anyone was paying attention to her belly -- those FAAAABULOUS earrings were entirely too distracting...
Although its origins are shrouded in mystery, belly dancing is widely believed to derive from ancient Greek, Egyptian, and Indian forms of dance, and to have risen to prominence in the Middle East. In A.D. 1260, the Mongols invaded the Middle East. Although I now understand why they did so, I wonder how the managed to remain in the saddle...
Black Sabbath lied to us, guys. Fairies, as you can plainly see, do not wear boots. They wear heels and spandex.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines "fairy" thusly: "A tiny supernatural being in human form, depicted as clever, mischievous, and capable of assisting or harrassing humans." OK, I'll buy the "supernatural" bit. Just compare wingspan to estimated mass. Only magic could keep those babies airborne...
ROBIN: Holy deviance, Batman! Catwoman's into some really weird shit now!
BATMAN: Right you are, old chum! Uh, here. Hold my utility belt for a sec, willya?
Only at DragonCon is BDSM fetishism not merely tolerated, but actually encouraged...
Nostalgia Dept: Vampirella.
Reminds ya of that stack of yellowing, moth-eated, black-and-white Warren mags, dry-rotting away somewhere in your basement, doesn't it? (Not sure whether the guy beside her is Uncle Creepy or Cousin Eerie, BTW.)
The finalists in the Dawn Lookalike Contest, '01 or '02, to the best of my recollection. I have no idea who Our Lady of the Blessed Electrical Tape is, but she reminded me of a cross between Wendy O. Williams and Donita Dunes. She also dished out the best quip of the evening: "Great. Now I've got flash-burns on my t**s."