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Cow tipping lesbos with tattoos

My older sister, Paisley lived in an extremely small town in Maryland with her girlfriend. Every summer since I was twelve I made the great trip across the United States, from Arizona to Maryland. There was no theater in that town and thanks to the heavy religious influence there were no r-rated movies at the movie rental store. Going outside of the house was entertainment enough, all the locals would stop and stare like they never saw a pretty Puerto Rican/Irish girl with a purple Mohawk and unconventional piercings before. We were creative though and always spent our time doing ... read more

A Wish Come True, 13 Years in the Making

When I was about 8, I had an art instructor with a beautiful, simple sun with a moon inside tattooed in black ink on her ankle. I just loved it and started doodling the design over and over. I also decided that I wanted a tattoo like it one day. For the last three years, I have been contemplating the designs and placements of the different art I would like tattooed on me over the course of my life. I decided that I wanted my first tattoo to be the sun and moon on my chest. One day, after a ... read more

and it all went dark........................

Hello there. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rybes; I am from England, Great Yarmouth to be exact. I am 36 and for the last 12 years I have been hooked by the mysterious and addictive hobby of collecting tattoos and piercings. Although I have loads of stories about my tattoos and piercings, like passing out after 5 minutes of my first ever tattoo (ha got myself a great nickname that stuck with that one, but you will have to ask me nicely to tell you that one!) but this latest escapade well it would just be rude not ... read more

worst experience ever

The day before my seventeenth birthday, I decided I wanted to get a tattoo. My mom was totally against the idea of me getting a tattoo, so obviously she would not sign a parental consent form. So it was either wait another year to get something I always wanted or find a way to do it without my mom's consent. One of my mom's friends knew a guy who she said was a licensed tattoo artist. His name was Pollock. My mom's friend went with me to meet this guy. He seemed nice enough but there was something fishy about ... read more

My Granny Ink

I had this tattoo planned out for about a month or so but I knew that the studio was probably booked like crazy. I booked it near the end of May and was able to get an appointment for July 4th. I made sure as soon as I found out the date, to request that day off from work far ahead of time so when the time comes they couldn't hassle me about not giving them enough notification. I really cannot draw anything decent to save my life so I looked around on Google and Google images for an idea ... read more

La storia del mio primo tatuaggio

Ho sempre amato i tatuaggi. Sono delle piccole opere d'arte incise sulla pelle, dei ricordi, dei simboli. Ma non avevo mai preso seriamente in considerazione l'idea di farne uno. Per me un tatuaggio deve avere un significato, e io non avevo in mente nulla di abbastanza importante da spingermi ad imprimerlo in maniera indelebile sulla pelle. Fino all'estate scorsa. Un anno fa è iniziato un periodo difficile, pieno di incertezze, di paure, di debolezze. Mi sentivo impotente, sospesa. C'è una frase di Albert Camus che mi ha sempre emozionata: "Nel cuore dell'inverno, ho scoperto che dentro di me c'è un'estate ... read more

Not so much of déjà vu – Tattoo Fest 2008

It started with "oops" on my part! I was supposed to meet my tattoo artist and his friend, my travel companions to the third annual Tattoo Fest, on the Central Train Station in Poznan. 10 minutes before our train's departure we still haven't met yet and I was told over the phone that I probably was in the wrong place. Sure enough, it was my fault and, my blood heavy with "catch-the-train-or-not" adrenaline load, all I could say after meeting the guys on the right train platform was "oops, sorry!" Everything was slower and more relaxing than the previous year ... read more

my first tattoo (a rib piece)

When I was younger I never really thought about tattoos. I had been raised in a pretty strict family that was not that prone to anything out of the normal. I had one older cousin who was covered in tattoos and my parents always warned me about looking like him and having to wear long sleeves all the time because he had trouble finding jobs. When I was about 16 I started really taking an interest in body art. I never brought the issue up to my parents, because I knew that it would be shot down in an instant. ... read more

Making My Marque

I'm twenty years old, and I can pinpoint the exact moment five years ago that I decided I absolutely must have the tattoo I've finally gotten. I was sitting on a plane, half scared out of my wits (I'm emetophobic and the thought of other people getting airsick was too much to bear), with my headphones jammed into my ears and cranked so loud that my head was exploding while on the way to Florida from Michigan. And I was reading. Prior to getting on the plane, my mother and my sister decided we should make a final pit-stop at ... read more

I can't believe you got it!!

I have always toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo and right before I graduated from high school I decided to make the leap. I don't normally do this kind of thing so I wanted to share this story for all of those people who think that they can't get a tattoo or who are maybe just a little too apprehensive to go get it done. I had decided to get it done on my lower hip due to my very strict parents who have threatened to quit paying for my college tuition if I get a tattoo (oops...guess ... read more

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