Daily Archives: January 6, 2010

Tattoos

Another cold night so I made a quick pot of soup for us. A fajita soup is what I call it as it has fajita flavors in it. Tony slurped it down so it must have been fairly good, there is enough left in the fridge for another dinner as well. I love leftovers so much.

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I’ve now been several months with no cellulitis issues so I’m thinking again of being tattooed. I haven’t been tattooed since last April and there are a few spots on that piece that need to be touched up. Right now it is my upper right arm covered in pop 60s hippy daisy flowers. Eventually my whole right arm will be covered with a stylized orange viney ribbon thing going around it.

I adore tattoos, in fact, most body modification is fascinating to me. That is my main focus of my nonfiction writing. I have made money writing about it, plus, I know terms that scare, and scar, the minds of many a man (subincision makes men cry.)

Honestly though tattoos have always fascinated me since I was a little bitty girl and all you saw was blue/black ink tattoos that had faded and looked like hell. I always knew I would be tattooed even when it was still seen as something only sailors or criminals had.


This is my latest tattoo, the day it was done, as you can see by the red in the yellow (yes, the red is blood) and how bumpy it all looks. Now, it looks much better but, have you ever tried to take a good picture of your own arm?

Ok, only answer that if you have t-rex arms like I do.

have a good one.

Tattoos

Another cold night so I made a quick pot of soup for us. A fajita soup is what I call it as it has fajita flavors in it. Tony slurped it down so it must have been fairly good, there is enough left in the fridge for another dinner as well. I love leftovers so much.

***************************************************************************************

I’ve now been several months with no cellulitis issues so I’m thinking again of being tattooed. I haven’t been tattooed since last April and there are a few spots on that piece that need to be touched up. Right now it is my upper right arm covered in pop 60s hippy daisy flowers. Eventually my whole right arm will be covered with a stylized orange viney ribbon thing going around it.

I adore tattoos, in fact, most body modification is fascinating to me. That is my main focus of my nonfiction writing. I have made money writing about it, plus, I know terms that scare, and scar, the minds of many a man (subincision makes men cry.)

Honestly though tattoos have always fascinated me since I was a little bitty girl and all you saw was blue/black ink tattoos that had faded and looked like hell. I always knew I would be tattooed even when it was still seen as something only sailors or criminals had.


This is my latest tattoo, the day it was done, as you can see by the red in the yellow (yes, the red is blood) and how bumpy it all looks. Now, it looks much better but, have you ever tried to take a good picture of your own arm?

Ok, only answer that if you have t-rex arms like I do.

have a good one.