Hooking Up With A Beautiful Stranger In A Kilt By Moon Princess Serenity -- Special Guest Blogger

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An introduction from your favorite blogger.

Greetings and Salutations, Y'all!

A couple of months ago, I wrote a short follow up about one of the most viewed and favored articles I published here at South Fried Common Sense & Stuff where I told the surreal personal story of my first and only anime con hookup with a female cosplayer: How I Got An Anime-Con Quickie (Or, How Kilts Can Apparently Be Chick Magnets) -- A Tale Of My Existence (03-10-2018).

Since it was published in March of 2018, less than two months after the actual encounter, the story has remained in the top ten most viewed posts on this site for one reason, or another.

I also mentioned how the young woman in the story reached out to me in comments after later finding the story and us becoming internet friends in the last few years.

Recently, my friend wanted to publish her own account of the events in the article, in order to give the perspective of her own feelings and emotions leading up to our personal encounter that day. I asked if my readers wanted to read her account and the responses have been unanimous in their answer.

So without further ado from me, allow me to introduce y'all to my favorite Sailor Moon Cosplayer friend: Moon Princess Serenity. Obviously not her real name, but I've been asked to keep her actual identity anonymous in favor of her screen name. The rest of the following article are her words. Please show her your love in the comments section following her account.

Hooking Up With A Beautiful Stranger In A Kilt

Written by Moon Princess Serenity

 

Hello everyone, just call me Moon Princess Serenity, or Serenity for short.

For some background info, both my online and cosplay personas are heavily inspired by the Japanese manga and anime teenage heroine series, Sailor Moon. I was just 10 years old and living with my parents in Eastern Tennessee when I first saw the first two season of the English dub of the anime on American television sometime in spring 1997 and instantly fell in love with the series.

Even though the newer dubs of the series are a bit more faithful and less "Americanized" with their Japanese names, and more respectful to other characters like Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune's actual relationship, I'll always hold a soft spot for the original DIC Entertainment dub and Usagi will always be Serena in my personal canon.

I would go on to watch the rest of the series in my teenage and college years. Later I became a professional cosplayer at age 22 and even won a few contests over the years portraying Sailor Moon in her various forms. Sailor Moon helped me come out of my shell as an awkward nerd and inspired confidence in me. I'm honored to continue portraying my favorite heroine, though these days I like portraying a more mature and older version of her.

You know I could go on-and-on-and-on about what Sailor Moon as a series means to me, and to millions across the world (especially for girls in the LGBTQ+ community) but I know that you didn't come here for a (currently) 35 year old anime cosplayer going on-and-on-and-on about a cartoon series.

About sometime late last year I had a conversation with Carl about the article he posted here on this blog five years ago. You people know the one I mean. The one about our one and only personal meeting at an anime con in North Carolina.

In the last couple years, Carl and I've grown to become internet friends since we both live so far apart. Its ironic that we've come to learn more about each other through conversations online in messenger chats than we did that one awesome afternoon in January 2018.

Because of that and how well his article telling his point of view did with this blog's readership; I asked him to let me tell all of you my side of that story. Not because I found anything he wrote to be untrue. Carl wrote what was in his heart about how the whole experience was from his perspective. I truly respect what he wrote and how he wrote it. Even now reading his article makes me smile, even though I'm now well spoken for.

Oh and, for the record, my current hubby does know and also read the original article. I don't keep secrets from him. Oh yeah, and he also owns a kilt too.  

I wanted to write about my side of that particular experience just to explain why I decided that day to take our favorite kilt-wearer up to my hotel room. Since Carl already knows my side, he said it would be okay for me to do so once he polled his readers to see if they wanted to hear it. If you're reading this now, that means you got your wish.

So, I guess I should begin my story with my breakup the month before the anime con with my then ex-boyfriend of four years, who I'll just call Cheating Shithead. I think the name says enough so I don't need to go into details there. The less said about Cheating Shithead, the better. 

I found out that CS cheated on me with a coworker of mine on Christmas Day 2017! Yeah, that was a real f*cked up holiday season for me. So going into 2018 my year wasn't starting out very well. A messy break-up. STD and HIV/AIDS testing which (Thank God!) didn't find anything. Lots of crying and then lots of anger.

I took one of my old college friends and fellow cosplayer (let's call her Kim) up on her offer to let me stay with her for a bit. She and another friend, Jess (also a pseudonym) were planning on attending a few local cons in the Carolinas that month, and asked if I would come along and join them.

I said hell yeah to the idea of a girl's trip and hanging out. I really needed the distraction and the adventure. Both of them were sympathetic to what I was going through. Both of my friends also had their share of bad relationships, though Jess is bisexual and had issues with both men and women screwing her over (literally and figuratively).

Kim whom I love to death, but will admit is a bit of a carousel rider, suggested that (and I quote): should find some d*ck at the next anime con. She told me plenty of stories about times she had hookups on the road. I joked with her at the time that maybe I would.

Okay, few things about my past when it comes to sex.

The first one night stand I did was at age 16 back in my junior year of high school. It was also when I lost my virginity. I never saw being a virgin as some holy thing I needed to cherish; and, to be honest, the person I lost it to was someone also 16 and a virgin at the time. He was a friend of a friend, and I don't think either of us actually came. 

In college, I had a couple of one-night-stands and casual hookups. Only two with boys and one with a lesbian classmate with a strap on (sorry if that's TMI for your audience, Carl, LOL!). The last one was experimentation and I let her know that up front. I learned a couple things from my bi-curious experience: that I'm totally straight, and (to quote Jennifer Tilly in the awesome movie "Bride of Chucky") plastic is a poor substitute for a nice hunk of wood.

After college my one-night-stand days I thought were pretty much over. I wanted something more stable. I was in one relationship for about a year, but it didn't work out because we were going in opposite directions in life. Then at 26 I met Cheating Shithead and moved in with him a year later. Big f***ing mistake on my part!

What I'm trying to say is that I don't have a high body count and I'm not some "con slut" or anything. In truth, I didn't go to Ichibancon that January with any specific plan to hookup with anyone, despite Kim's encouragement. I'd just turned 30 years old at the time and still pissed off with men (well, at least with one unfaithful asshole anyhow). All I wanted to do was cosplay as my favorite Sailor Scout and immerse myself in the role. Cosplaying is a great form of escapism. Its one of the best ways I know to forget my problems, at least for a short time.

Also another reason I didn't plan on looking for easy d*ck at a con was the age gap. A large majority of the people attending were young people in their teens and early 20s and I don't go for jailbait. The guys in attendance who were closer to my age, or older, were either all married, of just weird neckbeard types that seriously don't do anything for me.

The con was a good one, but there were some real creeps there. At least twice while I was there the three days of the convention, I was groped while moving in a large crowd. Being a female cosplayer its one of those things you come to expect I hate to say. Luckily both times it was just my ass and not my boobs. I don't like being fondled without say so, but my ass isn't something I'm going to throw hands over. Now touch my breasts without my say so and I start punching! 

It was actually just after one of those groping experiences on the first day of the con that I saw our mutual blogger friend and his beautiful red and green kilt standing by some poster art and looking through the merchandise. My heart actually skipped a beat.

The first thing I noticed, other than the kilt, was that he wasn't too young. He was tall and big, but not fat exactly. I mean to say he wasn't one of the 90 pound teenagers around us, but he also wasn't the Comic Store Guy from "The Simpson" type either. Clean shaven and bald with only that thin "porn-star" type mustache Kim always joked about on some guys. Even the thin hairs on his bare legs under the kilt didn't make him look like he was a Wookie. He just seemed big and very friendly-looking.

I pointed him out right away to Kim and Jess, both of them started in on the kilt right away. Jess looked at me and said I should ask him what's underneath. Pretty sure my face went red underneath my makeup. After a moment I just nodded and asked them to come with me. I didn't want to approach him alone. He was putting away a camera when we approached. He turned toward us and smiled slightly. I saw his eyes give us that quick dart up-and-down that guys do when they check out women.

"Oh hello, nice costumes," he said to us as a way of introduction. He had a deep voice, but spoke so quietly that I almost couldn't hear him over the noise around us.

"Thanks," I responded. "Nice kilt, its beautiful."

"Oh, um, thank you," he responded with that smile and that Carolina accent that I actually found pretty hot. He then gave a brief explanation about the tartan. I really couldn't hear much of it because of the crowd noise and his voice being so quiet, so I just nodded and looked at Kim and Jess.

Then I asked him the question, with my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the question surprised him a little, and even saw him kinda blush. Then he quickly recovered and leaned over close so I could hear his response and that corny-flirty line about how "good girls don't ask, and bad girls can find out." It made me laugh and that also made Kim and Jess laugh with me even though they didn't hear what he said.

He then complemented us on our cosplay again, and told me that he was also a fan of Sailor Moon and the original English language dub from way back when. After a little more small-talk, we left and when we were far enough away, Jess asked what he whispered to me. When I told them, both of them laughed at that. I looked back at him and noticed he was looking our way and then turned to look back at the posters.

I've always found guys who wear kilts in public to be pretty hot. I don't mean like at Renn Fests either. I mean like to the mall, or just going out and doing regular everyday things in normal public places. It shows someone pretty comfortable with themselves and don't give a damn what others think of them. I like that kind of attitude. That's the attraction for me.

Kim gave me a knowing smile and said, "You won't get a better chance, girl." She then handed me the hotel room key card and told me where she kept some condoms in her bag. Jess also added that we should stay in contact. Text when we get there and when we were done, just to let them know I was safe.

I think it was then that I made up my mind to see where this would go. I'm not going to lie, more than a month without sex was starting to get to me. I really needed some d*ck and this guy all but asked for it with that flirty line. So I walked back over to him and told him I'd be interested in finding out. He looked a bit uncertain and then just smiled slightly and nodded. I took his arm and then led him through the crowd to the elevator. We were alone in there and I looked up at him. He was tall, at least 6 feet to my 5'6".

Even though I haven't had a casual hookup in years, I could tell a few things about this guy right away. The most important being that I never felt like I was in any danger around him. He never once gave off any dangerous energy. If anything he seemed just as curious as I was how far this would go.

When we got to the room, the first thing I did was offer him a soda. He took it and drank a bit while looking out the window at the rain. The curtains were open and the view from five stories was pretty nice. There were no lights on in the room (I didn't cut any on except in the bathroom with the door open) but there was enough light outside to see. The room was cast in rain shadows.

I went through Kim's bag and found the condoms. For his part, our mutual friend just kept looking out the window and seemed to be making an effort not to gawk at me. I was thankful for that since (I won't lie) I was beginning to get a bit anxious now. I took off my wig and ran a hand through my short hair.

When he did turn to look at me, he gave me a smile and then asked me if it was okay to keep the lights off. I agreed, and he started to undress, t-shirt first, and then his boots. I stripped out of my boots and gloves.

Before I showed him anything else, I said, "Okay big guy, your turn. Let's see whats under the plaid." He gave me a smile and undid his kilt so I could learn the truth about the question I'd asked earlier. I would say, but Carl asked me to keep this part a secret. Sorry everyone.

After he showed me his, Carl helped me with the rest of my costume pulling up my uniform shirt from the back slowly and kissing my bare shoulder near my neck. Its one of my turn-on spots. I won't lie, that really made me ready to jump his bones!

I pulled down my costume's skirt and ditched the underwear. I wasn't wearing a bra. Despite being naked, I didn't feel uncomfortable around him. We put our clothes onto Kim's bed closest to the door and we sat on the bed closest to the open window. I wasn't worried about gawkers this high up. It was raining anyhow.

I handed him the condom and told him my rules. No kissing except on the neck and everywhere else because I told him I didn't want to get my makeup too messed up. The truth was I wasn't ready to kiss another guy and wanted this to just be a quick, unattached hookup. I also told him there were certain sex acts I would not do (well, at least not the first time around). I won't go into details but you can guess what those might be.

He nodded and then surprised me by asking me about safewords. Clearly he had some sexperience even if he seemed to be letting me take the lead here. I was glad he wasn't turning into some annoying chad-type now that the deal was pretty much sealed. Knowing what can happen in these situations, consent is very important. Again he made me feel relaxed and safe, which I was very grateful for.

I went about showing him my gratitude a minute later.

Over the years I've found that I prefer some degree of emotional connection to my sex partners as I've matured and explored myself sexually. Having casual sex is different for me than sex with a romantic partner. It's still really fun, but I definitely prefer it when there's a deep emotional connection as well.

Here I admit that I wasn't really looking for anything but a quick f*ck. I know that sounds cold, but again that was just my mindset at the time. I just expected casual sex that explored only sensation and not romantic sex that explored love as an emotion.

My biggest fear at the time was that the sex would be bad because it was pretty much rebound sex. Or that he'd be really selfish in bed and that it would be all over before I was satisfied. That's the one thing about one night stands and casual hookups, its always a gamble.

I wasn't looking to make a serious intimate connection, or anything. But I also didn't just want to lay there and let someone hump me for a few minutes like they were just filling out a quota either. I just wanted to be satisfied by the experience and then move on, if that makes any sense? I was pretty messed up at the time and my emotions were all over the place.

I was told to try and keep this part of the story at least PG-13, and I was going to do that anyhow (and believe me I'm grateful that Carl did the same in his original post). I'm not going to give details about what we did, what positions, or anything too intimate. So here's what I can tell you about the experience.

He treated me like I was precious and cared for. Like we'd already been dating awhile instead of being complete strangers. He was quiet (well, for the most part, LOL!) and took his time getting to know what I liked. In terms of skill in bed, he was already way ahead of the certain Cheating Shithead. Maybe not porn star great, but so much better than what I'd had for a long time till then. I was shaking with ecstasy before we were both finished.

Afterward, we just laid together catching our breaths. I turned over and texted Kim to let her know I didn't get murdered, or anything. While I did this, Carl put his arm around my waist and spooned up against me kissing my shoulder and neck; just being a total sweetheart the whole time.

I just wanted to lay there and enjoy the moment. I totally wanted to fall asleep with him holding me like that, even for just a small nap. If I have any regrets about that time we spent together, it was that we didn't. Kim and Jess were both waiting for me in the lobby.

After about five minutes of just cuddling and more small talk, I got up reluctantly and put my costume back on. He kissed my neck from behind again while I sat on the edge of the bed putting my boots back on. I almost wanted to shove him back on the bed and ride him again (again sorry if that's TMI). I didn't, but looking back I wish I had because there was going to be a six month dry spell before I'd first make love with the wonderful man I would end up marrying just three years later.

He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean off a little, still naked. His kilt was still on the other bed. I took a moment to run my bare hand over it and uh, I picked it up and held it to my face sniffing it. Yeah, I know that sounds a bit perverted, but I really like kilts! When he came back out, I went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup (which did get smudged a little in spite of everything but not badly). The door was still open and watched him dressing out of the corner of the mirror, putting that sexy kilt back on. He was already putting his boots on when I finished. He helped me adjust my costume, being really sweet.

We went back to the elevator and talked a little more. He was looking out at the convention people in the lobby, his mind seemed far away. When he looked at me he asked in his soft voice if I did this kind of thing often. I honestly told him no, but that I just found kilts to be sexy. Not a lie, but I could understand why he would ask. I wondered what he thought of me in spite of everything.

I also told him (again honestly) that I had a good time. He told me the same with that same smile he had the whole time. I was pretty sure he was being honest with me. The moment here was awkward and I'm not one for long goodbyes, so when the elevator came to the lobby, I ran my gloved hand over his hip and gave him a quick thank you before the door opened and I made my exit.

I found Kim and Jess near where I left them. Both of them were grinning ear to ear when they saw me. I put on a smile when they asked me about it. I didn't give them lots of details, but I told them enough to earn plenty of good teasing for the rest of the convention.

I saw him again twice before the end of the day. Once in line to get an autograph, and the other in the lobby before he left. That second time, I know he saw me and I gave him a wave and smile. He did the same and that was the last time I saw him and his kilt in person.

That night, when the first day of the con ended, I took a shower then went to bed on the same sheets I'd screwed my mysterious kilted partner on. They still smelled like him and me. I fell asleep thinking about it and feeling weird about the whole thing. Like I said before, it was my first one-night-stand in about eight years. The sex had been sweet and good, but I didn't even get his name; or really tell him my own.

The entire sexperience had been very bittersweet for me. Its hard to put into words. While my body felt better after the sex, my heart was still mending from my past with Cheating Bastard. The one good thing about the hookup was that, whenever I thought about sex after that day, it was with my mysterious kilted partner and not with the asshole formerly known as my boyfriend.

This is also why I never had another one-night-stand (or in this case, a quickie hookup) again before meeting my wonderful hubby in July the same year. We didn't hook up right away and took our time. Like me, he'd come off a bad breakup too, and we were taking our time a little bit. We would be married two years later in the fall of 2020. 

Now fastforward to November of 2018 when I was looking though the internet looking at Google searches for cosplayer ideas to update my costume when I found this blog and the photos taken at the convention. When I saw the author's biography picture I was shocked to see my beautiful kilted stranger. Then I looked through this blog more and found the article he wrote.

At first I was shocked and started to get a little mad, until I read the whole article and what Carl wrote about the experience. I enjoyed how he presented the whole thing from a guy's point of view. I found myself laughing a little at how he presented me in his account. I was also a bit self-conscious about it too. Thankfully he didn't post any photos of me (I know he took at least one of me and my friends which we posed for) and he was vague on the details (again something I'm grateful for).

Most important to me though was what he wrote about how he felt, and how it kind of mirrored my own feelings. That more than anything was what prompted me to contract him through the comments. I gave a few personal details only he and I knew to prove it was me. Later he responded and I sent him a private messenger account for us to talk on.

Since that time the two of us have become friends and talked off and on over the last five years. I've come to know Carl for the good man that he is over these last few year. I have no regrets with how we became friends, and I know he feels the same. I wouldn't say we're super close, or that we share Christmas cards, or anything like that. We do know each other on social media and share posts once in awhile, but I have my own life and husband. Not to mention our fur babies and a future addition to our growing family on the way. 

Still, its funny how life works out sometimes.

Anyhow that's my story about hooking up with a kilted stranger at an anime con. Thanks again to my good friend, Carl, for giving me time on his blog to tell my side of the story. Thank you all for taking the time to read it. God bless!

About the author: Moon Princess Serenity is a superhero from the Moon Kingdom and the defender of the Earth who "fights for love and justice; who rights wrongs and triumphs over all evil in the name of the moon!"
Well, actually she's a really awesome professional female anime cosplayer originally from Eastern Tennessee (somewhere near Pigeon Forge) who goes by that pseudonym. Moon Princess Serenity currently lives in rural Illinois, U.S.A. with her newlywed husband and their many pets.

The Return Of My Sexy Anime Cosplayer Girl -- A Tale Of My Existence

Greetings and Salutations, Y'all.

Several years ago I wrote an article on this blog titled How I Got An Anime-Con Quickie (Or, How Kilts Can Apparently Be Chick Magnets): A Tale Of My Existence (03-10-2018) where I told the true story of a rather interesting and unique moment for your favorite blogger.

As the title suggested it was about how I was approached by a younger woman at an anime con (a Sailor Moon cosplayer no less!) curious about my Ulster Red Tartan kilt and how it ended with that same young woman inviting me up to her hotel room for an all-too brief sexual encounter that I later on had mixed feelings about.

Almost two months after the encounter I wrote about the experience here on this blog; not to brag, but to try and explain and put into perspective my own personal feelings about the whole, somewhat surreal experience.

I didn't give out names (and wouldn't have even though I didn't actually find out at the time what her real name actually was) and I didn't go into graphic detail about what we did together (nor would I have ever done so!); but I wrote how the experience was memorable and, I confess, a bit of a let down. Not because she was terrible in bed (she wasn't) but because it was just began and ended so suddenly.

Oh I've had a few one-night-stands over the years, as well as brief sexual encounters with people I've known for a while, and a few with strangers -- yeah I know, not a good idea -- but in just about all of those occasions they didn't immediately end after the sheets got all sweaty. Also, I've always been the sort of guy who likes to cuddle, talk between sessions, and usually go more than just once. Almost all of my one-night-stands usually stayed the night, shared a shower the next morning, and stayed for breakfast at least.

Also, I'm not being critical and saying that it was the worst sexual experience I'd ever had, or anything. My mysterious cosplayer partner went out of her way to make me feel comfortable the whole time. She was a very sweet person in every possible way; and yes, she was a great sexual partner. My feeling of not entirely being fulfilled by the experience wasn't really her fault. It was just the situation itself and the manner of how quick and fleeting it was that left me feeling like a used piece of tissue.

When I posted the story, I didn't expect it to be one of the top ten all-time highest rated stories on this blog site. In all honesty, I didn't think anyone would actually care about my feelings on the whole experience, particularly when I largely left out the specific and more graphic details of the encounter.

Needless to say, I was very surprised when I got a reply to the article here on this blog almost eight months later from none other than my sexy Sailor Moon cosplayer girl herself.

Identifying herself only by the screen name Princess Serenity (Sailor Moon's adult character in the popular series) she was able to prove her identity by giving a few small details that only the two of us would have known. She then went on to thank me for being discrete when talking about our shared experience while confessing some mixed feelings about our all-too-brief encounter at the con.

She then surprised me more by sending me a personal e-mail link to get in contact with her.

Well my friends, needless to say I was pleasantly surprised and pleased to hear from her; and later I took her up on her offer to get in touch with her.

Since that time, through somewhat infrequent e-mail and online chats over the last couple years, I've gotten to know my mysterious anime hero cosplayer girl far better personally than I did in that one short but very sweet hour we shared in that hotel room. I've learned both what an amazing and talented woman she is, and what a beautiful soul she has in way of her personality.

I can't reveal too much about Princess Serenity, because I swore to keep her actual identity a secret. All I'm at liberty to say is that, in real life, she's a professional cosplayer in her early 30s. Given that there's literally tens of thousands of those in the United States and Canada alone, I don't believe that's giving away too much there.

Also y'all might not remember this, but Princess Serenity does have the distinction of being the first special guest blogger here at Southern Fried Common Sense & Stuff when I posted her One Night Stand 35 Question Quiz (05-10-2020), with her permission, of course.

This leads me to the real topic of this particular blog post.

I have a request by Princess Serenity to post her own personal account of the events in the original story of our shared encounter. She wanted to share her own account of the story of why she was so attracted to yours truly and my kilt, as well as what led to her taking me up to her hotel room.

Now, because I've gotten to know the amazing woman behind the blonde, meatball-head wig and Sailor Moon costume, I already know her thoughts on the subject and concur that it would make a good sequel to the original story.

So, I'll leave it to my readers; would y'all like to hear this follow up of one of your favorite stories on this blog from another point of view? I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but I'd love to hear your thoughts.

If y'all agree, I'll let Princess Serenity know and hopefully get her to write her account and have it published here sometime in the next month or so. Please let me know in the comments section below.

I hope y'all enjoyed my post and as always have a wonderful Dixie day, and y'all come back now, ya hear!

How I Got An Anime-Con Quickie -- A Tale Of My Existence

How I Got An Anime-Con Quickie  

(Or, How Kilts Can Apparently Be Chick Magnets)
A Tale Of My Existence

By: C.W. Roden 

I've seriously thought several times about actually posting this story; but even a couple of months after the event took place, I find my mind still dealing with the emotional and internal repercussions of what had to be one of the most surreal experiences of my life to date. I figured that discussing it here might serve the dual purpose of helping me sort my thoughts on the situation, and giving the readers of this blog a somewhat interesting true story about a very personal experience I went through recently.

To put it bluntly: your favorite blogger got a quickie at Ichibancon 9, the anime convention I mentioned in a previous blog post.

Now first of all, I'm not telling y'all this story to brag. If anything I am telling y'all because, well, this was a somewhat new experience for me. It's like something you read about in novels, or see in movies, or on cable television sitcoms; but never really expect to happen to you in real life.

Well, at least I didn't.

Before I continue, this blogger would like to issue a fair WARNING to people with delicate sensibilities regarding the subject of sex and sexuality. If y'all want to read a somewhat PG-13 rated story and commentary on how this blogger deals with these subject of a personal level, then continue after this warning. If however you're an easily offended snowflake who is unable to handle the subjects with any reasonable degree of maturity, I'd advise you to ignore this post and turn back now. 

Okay, the next point I need to clarify is that I'm certainly no stranger to having one night stands, or quickies. Actually far from it.

Again not to brag, but in my youth I was a somewhat good looking -- if very socially awkward and insecure kid -- who was fortunate enough to have had his first time at age 17 (the night of my birthday in point of fact) with an older and somewhat more experienced 20 year-old young woman who took the time over the course of a summer month in 1993 to teach me how to make love properly.

Later on the same year, thanks to a former friend of my sister's that made a late-night visit to my room during a weekend sleepover, I garnered kinda an underground reputation in my high school as someone who "didn't kiss and tell" -- although I must admit truthfully that (aside from some late-night visits on a couple of weekends my junior and senior years, and one classmate I ditched my last two class periods with on the last month of my senior year) there is very little to tell.

In my young adult years, from my brief time in the US Navy to my late twenties and early thirties, I've had a few one night stands -- a couple of them slightly older than me. I guess I have a thing for mature lovers, although I have been with partners a few years younger than me more than once as I got older.

Certainly I've a had a few steady girlfriends and significant others in my time. I was actually engaged to marry for a brief time, though that fizzled out badly as she turned out to be a particular abusive and controlling individual. I've also had one ex-girlfriend who became a bit obsessive over me, and started messing with my family -- that was until my sister, Olivia, managed to scare her off once and for all. How did she do it? I don't know and I'm told I don't wanna know.

All of these are few and far between encounters though. This is largely because I do not go to nightclubs or bars. I've ever felt I needed to be drunk, or high, in order to have fun. I also tend to have trouble in noisy places due to my autism issues, so I don't go to loud parties, or huge social gatherings. I also don't care to be around people who smoke either. Also while I enjoy sex like any other active American male, I don't feel the need to have it every single day or night, so I'm not constantly on the prowl for it. 

Social awkwardness is also still a big thing with me. I have mild autism and I'm something of a huge introvert; so instigating in conversations, or making friends, has never been a strong point of mine. Not to go all MGTOW on you guys, but these days when it comes to hookups its always best to be extremely cautious. Usually whenever someone is interested in hooking up, I tend to let the other person make the first move, rather than push the issue myself.

Finally, I always insist on practicing safe sex. Even after having had a vasectomy when I was 30 and eliminated the fear of an accidental pregnancy for the most part, having unprotected sex of any kind always made me feel uneasy. Not just the fear of STDs, or the idea of becoming an urban legend like the girl (or guy) who woke up to the mirror message: Welcome to the wonderful world of HIV -- though I confess those are big factors.

Now that you know those little details about your favorite blogger (probably a lot more than you ever really wanted to know, I'm sure) then perhaps you will be better able to understand and appreciate how the following true story and surreal experience made me feel at the time, and how I continue to examine it a couple of months after the fact.


The Hookup

If y'all recall from my blog post back in January, Ichibancon 9, was being held at the Embassy Suites Hotel in Concord, North Carolina and it was my first trip to an anime convention.

I attended the event wearing my Ulster Irish Tartan Kilt and Ghost In The Shell t-shirt. I decided to wear my kilt just because it was different and because, well, I like to wear it in public whenever I can.

Considering the number of outstanding anime cosplayers and Fursuiters attending the event, I didn't feel totally out of place at all. Geeks and nerds are kinda my people, next to my fellow Southerners. The fact that just about every one of these people were both anime fans and fellow Southerners made me feel even more at home.

I actually got several complements from a couple of vendors on my kilt and how it looked on me. One person who was wearing a black leather and metal studded kilt in what was some kind of punk goth look gave me a smile, pointed at me and said, "Duuuude!" I responded in kind.

For the record, me and the Goth guy were not the only guys wearing non-traditional men's wear. Several younger guys were there doing the gender-bender cosplay thing, wearing girl's skirts and costumes with their female friends wearing the male uniforms and outfits. Thankfully even at 41, I can honestly say I looked much better in my kilt than those dudes did in their outfits....okay maybe two of them pulled it off, but I still look better in mine!

At one point while I was looking at the display items, I became aware that I was being scrutinized by a group of twenty-something girls standing nearby. The three of them were talking in hushed voices, and with the noise on the floor around me I couldn't have made out anything someone who wasn't right up next to me was saying anyhow. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that they were all female cosplayers and wore the three-day passes for the whole convention and not just a one-day pass like I had.

I was admiring some posters -- especially this one Cowboy Bebop poster that I would buy and now hangs on the wall of my computer room -- when one of the women came over to me. She was a Sailor Moon cosplayer (one of about a dozen or so at the convention that day) and while not exactly super skinny, she wasn't overweight either, kinda somewhere in the middle. Normal sized. She also wore a blonde wig, though I figured from her brown eyes that her hair color was probably a darker shade beneath. She pulled off the outfit and the look pretty well I thought.

Also unlike some of the others, she was not attempting to pass herself off as younger, more like a mature mid-20ish version of the anime superhero rather than the 14-15 year old goofy teenage dingbat her character usually comes off as in the series.

After a polite exchange of greetings, she said to me, "Um, can I ask you something. Me and my friends wanted to know?"

"Um sure," I responded curiously.

"Well, I was just curious, what do you wear under your kilt?" She seemed to kinda laugh with her eyes and blush slightly as she asked me the question.

Okay, this is actually not the first time someone has asked me that particular question whenever I go around sporting the ole Ulster Red. So I always have a different response to the question that kinda leaves the answer disambiguous. 

I started to go with the classic line: Nothing is worn under the kilt, everything down there works just fine! But instead judging from the giggles from her friends, I couldn't help being reminded of the scene from the cult classic 80s film Porky's when a girl asked Tony Ganios' character why they called him Meat while her friends and his giggled over the question. This situation was remarkably similar.

I gave her a half-smile and asked her, "You really wanna know?" After a small nod from her, I leaned in and said quietly in her ear, "Well the thing is, ma'am, good girls don't ask, but bad girls can find out." Then I gave her a wink.

Honestly, I have no idea where I found the gumption to do that in the moment. I was always a bit awkward at flirting and being far from smooth when it comes to that sort of thing.

"Wow, I totally love a guy in a kilt!"

For her part, the Sailor Moon Girl just let out a huge grin and then went back to her friends laughing and having some sort of quick conversation. I just personally found the whole thing humorous and, chuckling to myself, went back to my business. I checked the time on my phone. I had just over an hour or so before one of the guests I came to see would be onstage. I was wondering what else I would do until then, when the Sailor Moon cosplayer girl came back over to me. 

She gave me a smile and then asked me, "Would you like to let me find out, big guy?" 

Now at this point I was suddenly found myself completely out of my depth and had no idea what was going on. Was she messing with me? I glanced over at her friends, both of which were grinning in our direction. 

Not really knowing what to say, I just kinda nodded and said, "Uh, yeah sure." She giggled and then took my left arm and began half-pulling/half-leading me down the hall to the elevators in the middle of the hotel lobby. She pushed the button to the 8th floor and I was alone with her in the elevator. The cosplayer girl looked at me and asked me how old I was. I told her I was probably old enough to be her older brother, and then gave her my age. She just smiled and replied, "Well, you're old enough to know what you are doing."

Still trying to deal with the surreal situation I'd found myself in I asked her how old she was. Honestly it was hard for me to tell with the costume makeup and blonde wig she was wearing, though I guessed at least mid-20s. She replied that she had just turned 28 the previous month. I remember looking out the elevator's glass wall and down at the courtyard at some of the other attendees eating their lunches. I also remember her bouncing a little on her toes a couple of times in anticipation.

I won't lie, I was more than a little anxious; but I was also intrigued despite everything happening so fast.

The rest of the walk from the elevator to the room was a bit of a blur for me, because my mind was racing with all sorts of implications over what was happening and how I was supposed to deal with it. I mean I've heard of stories about things like this, both good ones and bad ones -- especially bad ones where a guy gets drugged or robbed, or worse, accused falsely of assault after the fact.

The room itself was one of the hotel rooms with two large queen-sized beds -- probably her and her friends staying the weekend there -- and it was clearly lived in because of the open soda cans and pizza boxes laying on the table and wall unit; not to mention open luggage and several feminine articles of clothing laying over chairs and on the beds. She offered me an unopened can of Dr. Pepper, which I took and gulped down half of.

Then she told me to hold on while she cleared off one of the beds -- the one closest to the open window where I could see it was raining outside. I actually looked out and could see my car in the parking lot. Funny how you remember little things like that, even when you're in an unexpected situation? The only light in the room came from an alarm clock and the large open window. The curtains stayed open the entire time -- I mean it isn't like there was anyone but birds that could possibly see us.

What I do not remember in any detail is the brief conversation we had while she was undressing in front of me and I started to do the same, aside from asking about safe sex -- which thankfully she was prepared for (a small box of Trojan condoms was in one of the bags she went through). She also carefully took off her long blonde Sailor Moon wig to reveal short, dark-brown hair which she ruffled a little leaning her head back, showing off her beautiful neck. She also had a few neat-looking tattoos that I couldn't help but stare at. The girl saw me staring and then giggled. Then she placed the wig carefully on a mannequin head on the nearby TV table.

My own mind was racing fast. I certainly wasn't going to turn this opportunity down, it had been a bit of a dry spell for me by that point. Still, I continued to feel out of my element. I mean it wasn't the first time a woman took me to a hotel room. On the one hand, I didn't want to say anything stupid and have her go cold and suddenly change her mind. Luckily she seemed to be taking charge, and I'm used to aggressive partners....well, kinda sorta. 

I remember she did grin when I undid my kilt and her original question was answered -- and no, I am not telling y'all if I was indeed "going regimental" or wearing my usual boxers. Nope, sorry folks, some things I don't tell, uncensored blog or not.

The only rule she laid down was no kissing on the lips because she didn't want her makeup to get ruined. I told her that I was okay with that, and I also told her that I don't go down unless I have plastic wrap -- I practice safe oral. She agreed, totally understanding the need to stay safe. I won't say if she did, or didn't, have plastic.

Another thing I won't tell are the specific details of sexual encounters, so if y'all expected something R-rated stuff here, then you're out of luck. This Southern boy doesn't share the details. The only thing that I will say that the next half hour was very nice.

Now before I go on, there is something important I want to share about the experience. At no point did I spend any of that time living out any sort of weird fantasy about being with the character from the anime show -- considering that her cosplay character is a high school student that would have been totally weird and gross on a couple of major levels. The entire time I spent there in that room, I didn't see my partner as anything other than a very real, very beautiful and mature younger woman who, for whatever reason, was willing to spend time with an older and slightly overweight anime nerd in a kilt. As for what was going through her mind the whole time, that I can't say for sure.

Yep, that sounds about right.
(Comic courtesy of Toonhole.com.)

Now I do confess that at one point during the time spent, I did kinda zone out. Having autism means that my mind is constantly wandering, and yes unfortunately that tends to happen during sex too. She did ask me quietly and with some concern at one point if I was okay. I just nodded and we continued. I honestly can't remember exactly what I was thinking of when that happened, and though I never asked about it later, I hope my partner didn't think I zoned out because I wasn't mentally in the zone, or something.  

I remember one thing did happen at one point. Her phone went off startling both of us. It was one of her friends texting her. We paused a minute while she texted back, and then laughed over the whole thing.

Afterwards, the two of us lay there catching our breath -- she managed before I did -- and I started to talk. I'm really into pillow talk and cuddling afterwards, or between rounds. We only talked a few minutes holding each other. I did get up to use the bathroom and get rid of the used condom.

When I came back out she also got up, stretched in front of the still open window completely nude, and went to the bathroom with her phone. I watched her adjust her makeup in the mirror (it did end up getting a little smudged) and began dressing back into her cosplay outfit and wig. She looked back at me smiling and said she had a good time, but had to get back downstairs to her friends. She told me she had to lock the door back, kinda kicking me out of bed playfully. I also helped her adjust her costume back up, kissing the back of her neck one more time. Neither of us left any hickeys, or anything.

Now this is the part where things became a bit of a downer. I mean sure I knew this wasn't going to be anything serious, and I certainly wasn't looking for that. All the same, I'm used to the other person staying around for a bit, maybe even watching a movie and cuddling awhile? Certainly another round or two? Also I am the kind of guy who likes to buy a partner food and hang out a little before saying our goodbyes.

Despite having an all-too-brief bit of fun, I did end up feeling a bit like I was being used and then sent on my way. Still, I did remember that there was a presentation starting about twenty minutes from then that I did travel all that way up there to see and a well known voice actor whose autograph I really wanted.  

After getting dressed and finishing my Dr. Pepper, the two of us left the room and went back downstairs in the elevator. She didn't talk much, but she did grin at me and say that she had a good time and flattered me saying I was pretty good. I took it at face value, though I wonder if it was just her way of kinda apologizing for no cuddles. 

I did ask her one final thing though. "Um, do you do this sort of thing often?" 

Her response was to rest her back against the glass wall of the elevator, gloved hands on the rail and leaning her head back -- sorta striking an actual Sailor Moon pose -- and said, "Not really. I just happen to find kilts sexy." The elevator door opened and a group of Fursuiters were waiting to go up. The Sailor Moon Girl just looked over at me, smiled and said, "Thanks, big guy." Then she left disappearing behind a wall of blue, red, and black fur. 

About two hours later, after getting a couple of autographs and seeing the folks I came to see; I was about to leave the convention when I passed by that same group of younger women. They saw me and giggled. The Sailor Moon cosplayer gave me a warm smile (which I returned along with a small wave) and then she turned back to her friends. 

I thought about going over to her and trying to talk about, well, anything. Then I thought better of it and left Ichibancon9, having experienced far more than I came to do, something that was totally unexpected and still kinda surreal to me even now.


Aftermath & Public Service Message

Overall, I have to say that I have mixed feelings about anime con quickies.  

On the one had I did get laid, and the sex was pretty good. On the other hand the situation was very impersonal, more so than I'm normally used to -- she didn't even tell me her actual name.

In that regard the situation was less than satisfying for me personally. Not to diminish what I experienced and shared with someone who was both beautiful and very nice about the whole thing, but as I said before, I like getting to know people I share those intimate moments with.

One time I spend most of the night with a female partner who talked to me about various topics and in turn listened to me talk about similar things for a couple hours as we lay in bed holding each other. You know, its kinda weird how much you can open up to someone on just about any given topic, or personal detail after you've made love to them. In a way learning intimate details about someone for me is almost as fun as being intimate with them physically.

Then again I didn't exactly go to Ichibancon9 expecting to have a young cosplayer woman take me up to her room and jump my bones either. I went to have fun, get autographs, enjoy the outstanding cosplayers, and pick up a few souvenirs. Not to mention get photos of the trip to share with y'all on this blog.

Now would I let something like that happen again -- assuming there was more than a very narrow chance it would? Probably wouldn't know unless it did. Like the question of what I wear (or don't wear) under my kilt, the answer depends largely on the situation and who is asking. In my case I was fortunate that I had a partner who didn't seem to have an ulterior motive, or sought to take advantage of me for reasons other than those stated above, or wanted to harm me in any way.

As I said before I was lucky this situation happened with a partner who genuinely seemed to just want to pass some time having some naughty fun with me -- a fact that I am still trying to wrap my head around.

At no point did I ever feel I was in danger with my partner, or that I would end up an urban legend waking up in a bathtub full of ice missing a kidney. All the same if I'd been offered a drink from an open container, or something, I probably would have declined the offer and left the room. I've read too many stories about a man or woman who was drugged by a potential one-night-stand and ended up either molested, robbed, accused of rape, or any combination of those.

I've actually had an experience like that in my past, and it was something that still stays with me to this day. I won't say what happened, but maybe I might in a future post.

Folks, I'm seriously not trying to scare anyone, but the situations I mentioned before about young men and women getting in trouble because of similar situations like this are real and something worth considering when having random hookups. It isn't up to me to tell you if you should, or shouldn't engage in similar activities; but if you must, always be safe and practice safe sex, and above all else always protect yourselves. Never let anyone put you in a position that will make you a victim.

Anyhow that was my true story of my first (and to date only) anime con quickie.

Let me know what you think of this story, and also, I'd be interested to know if any of y'all ever dealt with a similar situation. Please let me know in the comment section and as always, have a wonderful Dixie day, y'all! 


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