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Tattoo's...
The first time I thought about getting a tattoo I was 17 years old and I had convinced myself that it was necessary for me to find the PERFECT tattoo. I need to find one that would be so unique and different but that would also be a complete expression of who I was as a person and of my creativity. That is a lot to ask from a tattoo. I searched online, in magazines, in books, anywhere that had an image that could possibly be utilized as inspiration I was looking at. I searched and searched and after a few months I had given up hope of finding "the one".
By Michelle Moore5 years ago in Blush
A Waltz of Pleasure and Pain
It's a funny thing is it not; the way that pleasure and pain walk hand in hand? Ever swaying along an invisible line? How easily one crosses into the other and back again as if engaged in a type of waltz? I believe it is that dance that enchants many to the idea of a tattoo. Or, if that is not the case the first time; then it is that which brings us back time and time again. It is the craving of that tiptoe across a boundary that creates addiction. It creates that need for some ounce of pain that is within our control. The euphoria in the moments where the biological imperative asserts itself and turns that which was meant to harm us into that which fuels us forward.
By Mecca Miles5 years ago in Blush
The Rose
"I just think they're tacky". If you know someone, or you are someone with a tattoo, you'll invariably know this common retort to body art. It is usually from someone who is either a bit on the conservative side or is perhaps fearfully longing to express their identity in such a way. We've heard it all before. "But what about when you're old, have you considered how your skin will look?!". Notwithstanding the laser removal treatments now available, those years are going to pass anyway, so why not take the opportunity to uniquely express your identity on your skin?
By Archibald Jacobs5 years ago in Blush
Into the Wilderness
To fully understand the reasoning behind the script so eloquently penned on my skin, my living canvas, one must enter the uncharted realm of my mind. “À la folie...” Translated from French it reads; “to insanity. Why, would I want such a phrase permanently inked on my body? Well, one would have to take a look at the perpetuated lie that I lived under from the age of twelve to the very recent present.
By Jamie Bozyk5 years ago in Blush
Body Art
Tattoos, as we are all well aware, are pictures that symbolize pieces of people souls, demons, memories, past, hearts, and desires. Art in the personality, forever imprinted on their skin. Some art that covers scars and leave a beautiful imprint in things they no longer wanna see of themselves.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Blush
Ink.
My first tattoo is small, stationed on my right ankle in a zigzag of what it meant to be 23. I thought about it for maybe a year, more likely 6 months. I barely think about it now, a part of my body I rarely pay attention to, and that was the point. To have something there that I could still be surprised at, but able to hide if necessary. If you are a theater person, you will understand. Something easily covered for whatever character I had yet to play-- which turned out to be unnecessary in the long run. It was my secret, my daring flash of the "bad girl" I pretended to be. Maybe it would have meant more if I hadn't gotten it with...my mom. Really, how cool is it to go get your first tattoo on your 23rd birthday with your mother? And anyway, it was her idea. As I came in for breakfast that morning, she greeted me with an excited, “Want to get tattoos today?” I was so taken aback, who was this woman? This woman who had admonished me that I was not to get a tattoo until I was “18 and supporting yourself.” (Who is really supporting themselves at 18, by the way?) Shock quickly devolved into excitement, although tempered—this was my thing, wasn’t it? Since when had Mom ever wanted one?? Still, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right? So, what was supposed to be my act of rebellion, became a bonding moment for us at a time when, I suppose, we really needed something to be. And hadn't I rebelled enough already as a teenager? I don't remember who I was without it, now. It is a mark of the esoteric things that make me who I am: my Sun and Moon sign conjoined into one neat little image. My heart on my sleeve, as it were. Everything I thought anyone needed to know about me was right there, on my right ankle.
By Vanessa LaFortune5 years ago in Blush
Tattoo obsession
Before my first tattoo, friends would tell me how addictive tattoos were and I never believed them, until I got my first one. My first one is a small one on my wrist, so insignificant that I always forget it is there. Although, it was enough to make me fall into the trap of tattoo addiction.
By Louise Sly5 years ago in Blush
A Walking Book
On my body, I have sixteen tattoos. All different sizes and tell their own story about who I was and am. Rather tell all the stories, I will tell what I consider my three most impactful tattoos. All three were done based on a drawing I drew myself; each has its own deeply embedded story and each carry with them a memory I hold dear. Most importantly, they all hold the same themes, Death, Rebirth and Time.
By Jess Brooks5 years ago in Blush
