Yeah, the Con is on as they say.
Of course everyone and their Aunt May is using the Internet to Tweet, Blog and generally Toss out information about San Diego Comic-Con and while everyone gears up for their upcoming drowning in the sea of up to the minute, real time, Twilight-fan-bating news your old pal has taken a different route this year.
Nope, I’m not going to the Con as alluded earlier, but I have managed to get across the state line and will be reporting on the sidelife of the Con. In true gutter press style, it will be on the seedier side of life. No, not Harry Potter slash (still showering after that last foray at the Slash Awards in 2006) or re-released Voltron toys.
Prostitution. Its big business here, especially with the expansion of the Con to showcase multi-media property (OK, Hollywoodland) and with all the money flying into town for the long weekend, there’s a fair amount of it going on lady product.
Trouble is, while there is a Holy Grail of clientele for these entreprenuers of the night, there are at least 4 times the number of potential clients who are equally hungry for a taste of the exotic with most of those even kinkier than your average studio exec. Still, they have their money and the Pros don’t mind donning Black Cat costumes, or Power Girl type blouses because its easy (and usually quick) earnings for them. But the sheer number of people wanting to find women willing to recreate page 22 of New X-Men #138 has led to a lot of unhappy people for this particular service industry. So much so that the San Diego Pimp Community (recently dubbed, The Dark Illuminati) have set an edict that prospective fanboys go at least 3 at a time.
Of course their employees are less than happy at the prospect of masses of unwashed fanboys slavering over them at the same time, and while the turnover will improve considerably and earn them more cash, it seems as though these doyens of the dark are only willing to go so far. This has led to the distinct possibility of a strike amidst the ladybusiness community and that can only lead to distress for those who don’t usually leave their room unless they need to pick up a Black Lantern ring.
We hope that sense prevails and this valuable service can be restored, otherwise we will just have drink and drugs to keep us sane.