By Anonymous · April 15, 1999 · 0 comments
nter> Beautiful Friend Sophie This is a story about my tattoo. It is also a story about something that is very dear to me. It's still hard for me to think about it because it's such an emotional subject. I'll start with the story of my tattoo first. I had my first and only (or so I thought) tattoo done at a parlor in the town of Marengo, IL. The shop is called Visionquest Tattoos & Things. After 2 years of "the what to get" debate, I decided on my Pisces sign. My pisces symbol means a lot to me, ...
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By Anonymous · April 01, 1999 · 0 comments
ad got to know my tattooist well, having had a couple of pieces in the last six months, and I'd been in the salon with friends who I'd recommended to go there, so we had a good rapport, and I knew I could trust him. He makes me laugh, which is a good thing, and we get on well. So the time had come to go for my dream Tatt, I made the appointment, and spent a long week waiting, finally the big day was here, I was really excited, We sat out in the garden and had a cigarette ...
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By Anonymous · April 01, 1999 · 0 comments
first tattoo experience I ever had was when my best friend (at the time) at the age of 15 (or 14, it's been a while) called me up and said "Heather, get out the yellow pages and tell me the closest tattoo parlour" I was freaking out and said what are you doing? The next day she came over and showed me her new addition, a very lovely rose on her ankle. I then asked my parents, can I have one? HELL NO was the answer. So for 5 years, I've wanted a tattoo. Then one day, it just hit ...
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By Anonymous · April 01, 1999 · 0 comments
e been wanting a tattoo now for a while, but I was not allowed to get one until I am 18. So I figured that was fair enough. But just recently I've really been wanting one sooner than that. My parents actually gave in, and they decided to let me go get something "pretty". I was really excited! Soon after, March 17 to be exact, I was in Toronto to meet a friend. Afterwards my parents and I went looking for tattoo parlours to check out. We found one that I had heard about, but it was in a bad ...
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By Anonymous · March 15, 1999 · 0 comments
as 18, still a senior in high school, and a newlywed, when I decided that I wanted to become a tattoo artist. I live in a city in South Carolina where tattooing is illegal so the closest studios were an hour or more away. Instead of calling I decided to visit each one and ask the artists personally if they would be willing to take me on as an apprentice. Until then I never knew how much sexual discrimination there is in the tattooing community. Most of the artists I talked to and looked at me like I was a ...
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By Anonymous · March 15, 1999 · 0 comments
lways dreamed of having my face tattooed. It's been this way since... since I can remember. A year ago, my dream had became a reality... and a nightmare began. I had been considering this tattoo for at least for about three years, thus, my design was well chosen, a big black tribal underneath my both eyes. I knew I would not regret this tattoo 'cause I really like tribal bold work. I had met the artist before and we arranged all to the best we could. When everything was set (appointement and cost) I impatiently waited for the big day ...
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By Anonymous · March 01, 1999 · 0 comments
ne Man's Journey: No Pain No Gain Why did I get tattooed? Why does anyone do anything? Hopefully, because of their own personal choice after a fair amount of thought and deliberation. If you've been to the "Why" section of my site, you've see my short answer: To write in stone. In a world that is always changing, I take a small amount of comfort in knowing that I can make something permanent. Something that is my choice and by my design. There are far too many things that happen to people these days that create permanent markings (be it ...
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By Anonymous · March 01, 1999 · 0 comments
m fascinated by tattoos. I love to look at them, to read stories about them, and to go to studios and just soak up the atmosphere.My first tattoo was really a moment to remember. I picked out a small flower to put on the inside of my ankle. My husband was against it and my mom did'nt know I was gonna get one. I went to this place in Petersburg, VA. called Altered Images. They were the nicest place around that I could find, they had like a couch and lots of flash on the walls to look at. Plus ...
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By Anonymous · Feb. 01, 1999 · 0 comments
>An Experience I love stars. I draw them all over everything, including my body. Regular old five-pointed stars. I sew star patches on my clothes and I put star barettes in my hair and I paint stars on my face. I am a writer, and I write about stars. I stare at stars in the sky. Last week I went to South Street in Philadelphia with my two best girlfriends and my brother. After eating at Jim's Steaks we stepped into the first tattoo parlor we saw. I asked how much it would cost for a tiny star. He made ...
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By Anonymous · Feb. 01, 1999 · 0 comments
y Experiences I grew up in rural Connecticut, a rather boring and stifled part of the world. I knew from the time I was about eight years old, that I didn't "fit in" and I never really cared about it. By the time I was in Junior High, I was labeled a freak by my classmates and decided to feed in to their ridicule. I went to Junior High in a town where everyone went to church on Sunday, including my classmates. I was a budding goth at the time, and loved to shock other students and teachers. I started ...
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