Japanese BAck Chest TattooWednesday, September 30, 2009
Japanese Koi Fish Arm Tattoo
Japanese Koi Fish Arm TattooThis light coloured full upper arm tattoo is very Japanese and symblises aspiration and advancement.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Traditional Japanese Body Suit
Japanese tattoos are traditionally large and this body suit is typical of a traditional design that covers the entire body.Woman Japanese Koi Ribcage Tattoo
This koi fish floats neatly over the rib cage of the female wearer and uses a few simple colours to avoid dominating the area.Mirrored Japanese Chest Tattoo on Back
This vibrant, fierce looking tattoo design is mirrored across the chest two create two of the same image. Very cool and masculine.Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Rat a Tat Tat
Well well well.Walking and looking around my new city, I'm realizing I conspicuously lack something. It's...a baby bump!!
Ew. Fuckno, homos, today we're talking about tattoos, because I appear to be the last person in my 20's who doesn't have one. I am a traitor to my generation.
I don't know ONE SINGLE PERSON in my peer group (that includes everyone I've ever met ages 21-55 and your mom) who is clean-skinned. With no ink. It's kind of weird.Even grandpas usually have a faded blue anchor somewhere.
Almost everybody has let their best friend from 8th grade do the tiny-design-hot-needle-ink-it'll-be-really-cool-I-promise thing in their basement.
Everybody but me.
Not only that, but I don't know anything about tattoos.
Once, when I worked at the cheese counter at Whole Foods (yes), I saw this big guy with two tattooed tears trickling down his cheeks. I had never seen that before (people, I was twenty-three fucking years old, keep in mind here), and I excitedly burst out with, "Omigod, I LOVE your little tears! That's SO COOL. You look like a sad little clown, way to add drama to your life! Aggh! That's too cute!"
The man looked at me oddly.My co-worker, Gabe, kicked me sharply behind the counter. Undaunted, I continued.
"That's rad. Tattooed tears?? Rad. How did you ever think of that??"
"That's rad. Tattooed tears?? Rad. How did you ever think of that??"
The big man stared at me, then said quietly, "I killed two guys. A tear for each one."
Oh.He picked out his cheese (a questionable Spanish brie) and left.
People, this is not my fault. I was raised Mormon, I don't know about this stuff, I'm basically running a race to catch up all the time.
People, this is not my fault. I was raised Mormon, I don't know about this stuff, I'm basically running a race to catch up all the time. 
Did I ever tell you lezzies that? I was born a Mormon. S'truth. I stayed Mormon till I was about 20, at which point I went on a year-long study abroad to Italy and ended up, um, really studying broads.
Ha! I kill me. Seriously, though, I slept with the entire country. And some of France.
After I came back, there was no question about being Mormon anymore. I bought a bikini. I started drinking coffee. I started relishing the way the word "Goddamn" felt in my mouth. It was beautiful.
But I still never got a tattoo. It just felt wrong. Every time I set foot in a tattoo-shop, I heard the phrase "Putting graffiti on your temple walls" in echo-chamber voice. 
Old habits are hard to break. I couldn't conquer the nagging fear that, on top of being sinful, I might have really bad taste, and live to regret a tattoo.But now, here, in 2009...
I want one.
I wanna be different like everybody else. I want strangers to touch me and ask what my tattoos mean while I roll my eyes at my friends.
I want anybody I do sexytimes with to think I'm really deep and have hidden pain and a side of me that I don't show to anybody else.
It will all be a lie, perpetuated by my fanciful ink. I'm not deep - I'm really a shallow asshole who likes to watch America's Next Top Model in her underpants. 
I've never met a dyke who didn't have tattoos. Why is that? 
Is it because dykes pair up at the drop of a hat? Are we, as a people, so pro-commitment that we can take a design we think is kinda neat and commit to having that design on our bodies for all time and eternity?? What if you hate it later?
As a personal favor to me, I think all girls who are even sliiiiiightly toeing the line on the Kinsey scale should immediately go out and get the same tattoo. Then I would know who was gay with no problems. That might, however, eliminate the need for a certain someone's blog, however.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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