SATANISM

[MR. Macabre 666]

Maybe it's because I'd identify myself in those terms, after husband, dad, and grandpa. Looking/living like I do is a lifestyle that I've happily chosen, and will continue to do so. It's what I am, a tattooed black metal fan who loves his family first, but also loves going to shows when I can, continues to get tattooed, and listens to music for several hours a day.
Ever since I can remember, I've always loved horror movies and books, Halloween, the occult, anything dark or forbidden or evil. That's why my wife gave me my nickname several decades ago.
When I first started getting tattooed, my first one was a headstone with the words THE END on it and a couple of jack-o-lanterns in the background. You know what they say,"once you get your first, you want more" is very true. Now, over 20 years and 150+ hours later, I went from being a person with tattoos to being a tattooed person.
I have 3 memorial tattoos on my chest for my mom, my older sister, and our granddaughter Piper. Everything else is either Halloween themed, Satanic and/or Occult themed. I have several Latin phrases on my chest, arms, and back. I figure if someone is curious enough to ask me what it says, I'll gladly tell them. I have several Satanic images and sigils, not because I worship him/it, I don't worship anything or anyone, but because it makes people uncomfortable whenever I'm out it public. I fucking hate religion, and have nothing but contempt for it. I enjoy mocking them whenever I'm able.

I guess I don't understand why it is how you have presented yourself here a couple of times.

I am wife, mother, grandmother (GiGi), and tattooed.  I just don't introduce myself as tattooed.  But, you do you.

Just trying to understand why you lead with it here.  Husband is tattooed...all my kids are tattooed and I am sure once the oldest granddaughter hits 18, she will be too.  So far she has had to settle for piercings.  It's just a thing, doesn't define any of us.

I'm not really sure, it was the first thing that popped into my head. It may well be because when you see me for the first time, it's the first thing you'll see. No one here knows what I look like, and I'm proud of the work that I've had done. 
Other than that, I don't know.