Comicon (and a proposal) with the fats Ok FPH. I'm annoyed and amused. I proposed this weekend (not the important part of this story, but I wish I could change my name to supersecretfiance) at comicon in my home town to my man (take that feminism!)  Anyway I digress. Shortly after my future family in law got over all the hugging and kissing and the ring got put on and the crowd dispersed, a large butterhuffer came panting up to us (I think it was female, there was a brightly colored plume and a shitty slutty Harley quin "cosplay" that it was obviously hoping would attract a pig fucker)  "You two are such a cute couple! #pant# isn't it great that gay marriage is legal now?" Now, my cosplay does cover up quite a bit, and I do look androgenous a.f. with my mask on, but it's not on. I'm obviously a female. I remind her of this fact, seeing how it is kindof hard to tell.  "Oh, #pant# well, guess some guys just like the masculine look. Not everyone can get a real woman like me tee-hee" Pukes in mouth Wat.  I had no idea fats could be this delusional. First off, under the armor (which adds 75-100 lbs to my frame depending on how much chainmail I wear) I am a fit, actual curvy shitlady. You could see the hourglass shape through my armor, just not my boobs. In my full armor, I am 240lbs. Probably the same size as this 5 foot fat ball.  Speaking of delusional, there was only one Harley Quinn cosplay (nice lady, seemed a bit ditzy) that was not an absolute land whale.  Bonus: Sunday I went as jack from mass effect (my exact body type and face structure, so perfect for me) and the "female" hammy glares were wonderful. The cosplay is just intimidating enough that the neckbeards stayed away, though I saw their stares as well. All in all, comicons are havens of neckbeards and Cheeto barges trying to be sexy. Eye bleach plz!