MFF ‘23 was my first con experience and I’m honestly kinda floored by how many troons I encountered at any given time while on the premises. Didn’t matter if I was attending panels, checking out merch or stepping outside for a smoke; I could almost guarantee that there’d be a dozen freakishly tall, broad shouldered pasty guys with receding hairlines convening wherever I was hanging out. Suffice to say, none of them passed and they all dressed like you would expect them to.
It was honestly pretty fun for me personally, but I came there to hang out with friends, explore the less ghetto parts of Chicago and get art advice from professionals, not rape unconscious popufurs at room parties