In the end a tattoo is just a tattoo to everyone else. It only means something if you want it to, and even then no one else really cares.

Mine too, all have great significance, but I never explain them unless asked, and people rarely do.



I think it can be just a beautiful and unique form of art. Of course, I also look at the world differently than most people and think rather highly of those who can go against society's little taboos, make a life long commitment to their body and simply let their freak flag fly.


my 2cents.

I have no tatoos.

my body is a temple.

Unfortunately its one of those abandoned ruined temples.

(September 22, 2011 at 1:25 pm)downbeatplumb Wrote: I have no tatoos.

That's one thing I've always found with people who have ink...
We don't care if you choose not to do so. Not in the least.

It's a lot like religion ... the people doing most of the offending are the people who take issue with other people's personal choices that don't even affect them.


meh

(September 22, 2011 at 1:25 pm)downbeatplumb Wrote: I have no tatoos.

my body is a temple.

Unfortunately its one of those abandoned ruined temples.

Sounds like you have need of Lara Croft.

Who told you about my penis?

I'm psychic.

(September 22, 2011 at 8:23 am)thesummerqueen Wrote: ... The pain was overwhelming - 2 hours under the needle after waiting all day, no food, no drink (big mistake) - that was the closest I've ever come to fainting. I was swimming on waves of it - sometimes it made the world crystal clear and sometimes I guess I was swinging closer to fainting instead. When it was over, I felt like someone had worn Doc Martens and kicked me in the back repeatedly. I was in bed for two days. Swore I'd never do it again.

I've been through seven shoulder dislocations, each one successively more gruesome than the first, such that the final result required surgery.

How anyone can find pain to be addictive clearly hasn't endured enough internal pain and is a sucker for external pain.

You get a new appreciation for pain as the spaghetti-ized ligaments in your shoulder swell up over the broken, sharp cartilage, ripping them more.

Trust me, I endured several hours of non-treatment because I had the bad luck to time myself with an ambulance carrying car accident patients.

I've had plenty of aching internal pain that I wanted beat my head against the wall in hopes of knocking myself unconscious for. It's a totally different sort of pain.

Yeah, I don't have a pleasant experience with pain... I have been accident prone for as long as I can remember.
But, after you have been stabbed, your mind doesn't really think of pain in any good way at all/

I don't think it hurts that bad. Course, I've never had one on my back.