Comic-Con is the largest nerd assembly on the face of the Earth. Dweebs across the land abandon their parents’ damp, moldy basements to attend each of its incarnations in various cities throughout the year. Time was, these gatherings were zit-riddled virgin parties. Not so anymore. At some point in the last ten years or so a mutation occurred in the nerds’ sexual pheromones, and instead of ensuring a solid 20-yard buffer between themselves and the opposite sex, babes are now drawn to geeks and their penises like the Millennium Falcon caught in the Death Star’s tractor beam.
I went to the recent Comic-Con in San Diego to photograph the ladies steaming up the place.