The guy who tries to marry his love for cosplay with something that shouldn’t see the light of day
“I love Darth Vader, my BDSM leather sorta matches the cape, and the cosplay event is this evening... I’ve got a great idea!” No, you don’t.
The guy who’s clearly there to ogle women
Dirty old men, even dirtier young boys, and the dirtiest of all—the 18-45 year-olds who clearly have no excuse but have been tempted into attending the event by feverish months of darkened rooms and the glow of a grimy laptop. They hang ‘round the entrances, gamely perusing a program of the day’s events or snacking on some trail mix, pretending to be engrossed but really priming to be engorged. Target acquired, they follow, waiting for a moment when the costume that already shows 60% skin might show a few percentage points more. Sneak-eyed, slow-footed, they infest cosplay events like pervert wolves in sheep’s clothing.
The gal who, if we’re honest, shouldn’t be in that costume
Cosplayers are a welcoming bunch, a forgiving bunch, and perhaps best of all, a non-judgmental bunch. It’s a great thing, their open-mindedness. Amazing, in fact. It encourages their fellow cosplayers to try for some amazing costumes. When a group is so willing to reach for such elaborate, exciting, fun costumes, there are going to be some who try and fail. Amongst these failures are some very earnest cosplayers who would probably benefit from a little more self-awareness, or someone close or trusted to tell them that this particular “look” is a bit too far out of their grasp.