I swear, if another man touches my breasts, and then when I tell him to stop, insists that I 'like' it, I will kick him in his balls, and insist that he 'likes' that as well. Just because I'm young and single and at a male-dominated horror/sci-fi con does not mean I'm there to hook up. When I say," Dude, I'm not going to your room and you're not coming to my room," it means EXACTLY what it sounds like.
I went to CONtext this weekend. I wore TWO shirts to the parties. TWO. I can't help that I have what are, apparently, really great breasts. I don't understand why some of the men (and for a first, a woman, this year) think it's okay to grope me, ask me if it;s okay to grope me, or tell me that, yes, even though I'm saying 'no', I really mean yes. WHAT YEAR DO WE LIVE IN???
Yes, I may have a drink in my hand. Yes, I may hug and let certain men put their arms around my waist (I've known them for years), but that doesn't mean every balding, beer-bellied, wasted dick can touch me in any way without my permission.
I'm carrying pepper spray next year.
Yipes!
What is it about conventions that seem to make people lose their damn minds?