When outsiders think of something like Dragon*Con, a place full of trekkies, cosplayers, comic junkies, gamers, and Browncoats, one’s mind does not naturally gravitate towards things carnal. Instead, one imagines a low-lit bedroom in the basement of mom’s house littered with Mountain Dew bottles and stacks of toys still in their original packaging. There might be a couple of cats running around too, but that the closest thing to pussy you might be imagining. On the contrary, Drag...
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