Thank you, dear Anon!
You know, I was a little nervous about wearing it at first. Like you said, I definitely wasn’t as “risque” as other cosplayers, but I was showing quite a bit of leg. I was pretty much ass-out most of the time, with just my little dress to cover my bits (though I was wearing double underwear and nylons, hah!) And, in the back of my mind, I was worried about being cat-called or even snickered at for being a plus-sized cosplayer.
But, overall, I had a completely positive experience! Everyone was super respectful and very nice when complimenting me, male and female people alike. For the most part, photographers always asked me first before taking my photo. The only that didn’t was someone at the Saga panel, but they took a nice, respectful photo of me when I was up at the mic asking a question, so I didn’t mind!
The only two times I had a “bad” experience is when I was walking in the Gaslamp District with some friends. We were stopped at a crosswalk in a huge crowd and some guy and his friends (who did not look like they were there for the con, but just locals) passed us. On his way past me, he met my eyes and brushed his hands purposefully against my hands and arms, which were in front of me. Had they not been, he probably would have grazed my belly if not my crotch. I looked straight at him and, loudly, said “Wow, do not fucking touch me!” Some people looked at him, but it was so crowded and he just kept on. I rolled my eyes and snickered about it, as did my friends.
The second time wasn’t really bad, more so just exasperating. I wasn’t even in my fully costume but just my “casual” version of it, which was just the make up, wig, and a Rat Queens tunic tee. I was returning to my hotel where The Walking Dead had had their party. Two guys were taking down the displays, and I approached them to ask if there were any left over little giveaways or pieces of the set I could take. After one of them told me no, the other (an older guy on a ladder above me) said, “I got something you can take?”
I could see where this was going, so I gave him a bland, dry look and replied, “Oh yeah?”
Grinning and thinking himself oh-so-witty and smooth, said “Yeah, I do…” and recited his phone number.
"I’m not local. Or interested," I deadpanned, and turned around while the other guy laughed at him.