Let’s face it, these days there aren’t a whole lot of community recreational options that aren’t going to charge an entry fee. The Medford Comic Con has been put together and sponsored by the Jackson County Library Service for a grand total of five years now. Each year has seemingly grown tremendously and promotes literacy with a hand from pop culture’s finest entertainment pool. And perhaps a bit of Deadpool himself. With no admission fee, this small-town comic con provides families and friends with a healthy space to get wildly weird. This year was a beautiful weekend that supplied this valley with a plethora of artists, vendors and food trucks set up to explore in and around the Medford library and Rogue Community College campus buildings. The streets quickly filled up with fans of all kinds and cosplayers alike. Of course, I was drawn to this event for the cosplay opportunity and to meet and interact with the local community that shares these same nerdy interests that I do. And most importantly, to spend a day of quality time with some of the most genuine, down to earth friends of mine.
The cosplay of the day was to bring back the DC Comics Bombshells that my home girl Zara and I debuted at the Emerald City Comic Con earlier this year. This time around we had the pleasure of having the very lovely Raven, cosplayed by Rebecca, accompanying us. It was great to have these two beauties at my side for the day. We even entered the cosplay contest that took place on the second floor of the library. This was my very first experience participating in a cosplay contest and it easily became one of my new favorite aspects of a convention. There was so much energy from the crowds and fellow cosplayers. To enter, contestants had to sign up early in the day to get a spot in the contest. The contestants are then placed in categories divided by age and whether they are single or group cosplays. Once the chaos was organized, the groups were ushered down to meet with the judges to talk about the cosplay that they were presenting and to explain the efforts (not including the several mental breakdowns and pricked fingers) that went in to the costumes. They are then lined up one more time for the catwalk performance portion. As there were three of us entered, we hastily put together an impromptu walk/pose combination for the judges. It was a regular walk of the mannequins sort of ordeal. While we weren’t awarded, the memory will remain a cherished relic years from now. But I tend romanticize too much.
I do hope this inspires everyone to get in touch with their deep-rooted, bizarre selves and find time to attend a local convention nearest home. It truly is an enjoyable affair.