The New York Comic Con is up and running at the Javitz Center. For whatever reason, half my day will be spent there amongst the pasty, dorky nerds, looking through assorted campy art, configurations of Wonder Woman memoribilia, and be-nippled Batman uniforms.

According to Facebook, my number of friends (all homofaguals) attending is in the double digits. My companion for the day is a former president of New York Boys of Leather. (Ha!)

I considered pitching a "Comics Conventions are the gayest place on earth" thing to a few places, but then thought it was too obvious. Ah, regret.