The latest webcam flap almost merits a shrug from me. Yes, I recognize its strong level of fetishistic objectification and the performer’s flawless demureness — in fact, the video trips my own bottoming fascination with objectification — but cosplay isn’t exactly new. It’s just that now it’s attracting some level of porn-like fascination.
Perhaps I guess I’m a little too aware of cosplay. Not long ago, I attended a reading where author Tim Parrish read an unpublished short story about erotic cosplay and when he asked the audience if anyone was aware of cosplay, my lone hand went up in the audience. 
But then again, there’s D+D manuals strewn about the family room, a sewing box filled with ren fair costumes waiting to be made, my small collection sumo crossdressing photos, and spotting recent photos from Torcon’s masquerade that typify my life. Granted, cosplay is suppose to be limited to video game and animation characters, but my experience is a little broader than that. Especially since Sailor Moon can have more than one meaning.
Still, if anyone wants to dress as the cute little Ebichu, I’ve got my strap-on handy…
