There’s a beauty to body art. The only problem I have with piercings and tattoos is that, when I was still single, I was so intimidated by women who had even half of this woman’s body art. I was basically afraid to ask them out, because I was amazed by their bravery, and I thought they were 10 times cooler than I was, having only a few earrings at the time, and no tats. Now, at age 37, I want to make fun of someone who looks like this, partly because I’m still intimidated by their appearance. I also think that this many piercings puts you at a disadvantage in the workforce; but at the same time, you have to be yourself or you may end up hating yourself.
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(This is a partial-post I started last year on this date, when I got my first tattoo. I never completed writing the post, and now I can’t quite get back into the groove to finish it properly. So I’ll post it as is.)
Back on September 2 (2011), I got my very first tattoo at the age of 35. I meant to write down my thoughts right away, but I had a little issue with WordPress and their handling of what should have been a very simple problem. Basically, I had a picture on here that I grabbed from someone else’s website (as I and countless others do everyday). Someone threw a claim saying I couldn’t post it, and instead of pulling that one post, WordPress killed all of my moderating abilities. So I couldn’t post, edit, or remove anything until days later.
So, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk about much that made me excited, happy, etc, and so I let it rest for a while. Now, since that episode is over, and the 10th anniversary of that tragic even (I’m of course talking about the release of Nickelback’s big breakthrough album) are finally behind me, I figured I’d share about the experience of getting a tattoo.
First, a little history. I’ve been wanting a tattoo for about 15 years. I’ve actually drawn out many times the tattoos I’ve wanted, where I wanted them, in what order, and so on. It went like this: Captain America shield on the right forearm, near the shoulder; Big black cross on the left forearm, “Taranis” in some kind of fancy lettering across my back, a dragon swooping in kind of a lazy figure-8 on the middle-right of my back, and Popeye on my right calf.
In tattoo waiting room. Thoughts: I hope they don’t discover I’m a fake, a poser, a geek, that I don’t belong here…I feel like I’d fit in more if I were in a Star Trek Starfleet uniform and playing the old “away party” bit.
I wonder if they already know that I have no skin art, no ‘ink done’, that I’m naked beneath my clothes?