Friends. Since my first con in 2013, I’ve been well aware of how lucky and privileged I am not only to live in a city that hosts several each year, but also be able to afford a ticket. And let me tell you that 8 months into the pandemic...
I miss cons. I miss them so much. I miss meeting and bonding with strangers over
their wonderfully detailed and creative costumes,
or the beloved novel that they gorgeously re-illustrated all by themselves,
or the exciting, stereotype-smashing comic book they wrote and drew and produced with their friends,
or the game they made, or have loved their whole life, or want to try out for the first time,
or the fanart they made that I love and can buy from them and maybe help fund them making more fanart in the future, or just buy lunch.
*sigh*
