However, once again, it’s coming from a community that delights in being offbeat, in being accepting, in being interesting.But only interesting within the narrow margins of what white male geeks consider “real geekdom”.At a con like Balticon, I’m celebrated as eye candy.I felt like I was placed in the role of Convention Booth Babe, receiving both the objectified interest from the men and the scorn of the women. I do need to point out here, that none of this came from people involved with the con.The people attending, on the other hand, were Not Comfortable With The Way I Chose to Present.
As a costumer, you have to develop a fairly keen sense for what is a safe space and what is not. That said, the responses I was getting made me want to run away.
For one thing, if I was Yeoman Rand, I would have the perfect blonde basketweave beehive. At a convention like Dragon*Con, or CONvergence, or Pandoracon, in costume I feel like I’m part of the convention crowd.
For another thing, the rank braid on my uniform shows that I’m a LIEUTENANT, thank you very much, Mr. Yes, I’m a good costumer, and I look good in my costumes, but at the end of the day, I’m another nerd geeking out like crazy over her favorite subjects.
“Honey, your skirt is a little short.” To be fair, it was a little short. I was dressed in a science officer costume from Star Trek: The Original Series. And at the beginning of the day, I just assumed the lady who commented was pointing out that I needed to tug down the dress a bit. This was my second year going to this con, and my second year costuming there.
Not the sleek little work-appropriate but still sexy jewel tone tunics from the new movie, but the flared, strangely-constructed, unapologetically teal and chartreuse polyester cheerleader dresses that fit perfectly with the (now) retrofuturistic vibe of the original show. Last year I brought several costumes, but only wore one: a fairly conservative X-Men costume that didn’t involve skintight spandex, cleavage or even any bare skin below my neck.