Scarring a swastika on my penis

Before I begin, I am a white male, 50 years old and happily partnered. Well, I have been thinking for a long time about cutting a swastika somewhere on myself. On his website, Manwoman says the swastika was a power and fertility symbol used by many cultures before the Nazis got hold of it in the '30s and basically destroyed forever its sanctity and meaning in western culture. One of Manwoman's projects is to get the swastika back into circulation again. I agree with him on this and so I decided the best way I could do this is to ... read more

The Story Of My Swastika

I didn't know the swastika was a symbol of good intention until about 2 years ago, and I know that many people don't have the slightest idea what its true meaning is. I had the idea of getting it put on my body about a year ago, but with the obvious fallout that would follow, I decided to wait and think about what I was going to do. I wanted to do it for two reasons. Firstly, the Buddhist explanation of the symbol, representing good fortune, was something that I have respected for a long time, and whilst I wouldn't ... read more

Tattoo / first

Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young boy dreaming of becoming a pirate. Pirates have wooden legs, scurvy, eye-patches and monstrous tattoos filling their big, hairy, Caribbean-sun burnt arms. I guess you know where this story is heading already. Honestly I have no exact memory of when I encountered tattoos for the first time but I'm pretty sure it was through comic books rather than actual events from real life. I grew up in a pretty secluded village where the only ones with tattoos were the ones considered to be feared. Or maybe they just seemed ... read more

First tattoo

"The worm" Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young boy dreaming of becoming a pirate. Pirates have wooden legs, scurvy, eye-patches and monstrous tattoos filling their big, hairy, Caribbean-sun burnt arms. I guess you know where this story is heading already. Honestly I have no exact memory of when I encountered tattoos for the first time but I'm pretty sure it was through comic books rather than actual events from real life. I grew up in a pretty secluded village where the only ones with tattoos were the ones considered to be feared. Or maybe they ... read more

Wings of steel (or - when routine goes adventure)

Some may ask "what is so special about doing your 6th and 7th body suspensions that warrants another experience for BME?" Furthermore, I did this in the superman position again, my preferred way of "flying" and a suspension I've done and described three times already. It had almost started to become routine. A well loved-routine for sure, but would it be worth another experience? Definitely yes – particularly since these ones were different - routine became an adventure again. I was even more nervous than before the very first suspension I did - and I think that's telling A LOT. ... read more

My first Suspension (Lotus) at 5.Superfly Summercamp (2008)

Hey there dear Reader, I'm glad you take your time to read through my little article and I feel honoured to share my experience with you. About one and a half weeks ago I experienced my first suspension. It happened at the Superfly Summercamp, which takes place once a year, always around this time. This year it was the 5th, it's organized by my piercer and by now a good friend of mine, Chandler and his suspension group, Superfly Suspension. On Friday was the meet'n'greet, Chandler did a couple of announcements and I also met a lot of very nice ... read more

the first cut

Location........Middle/Top of Back Size............Small/Medium (about 40cm diameter) Colour..........Solid Black Time............1 hour Pain /10........9 (ouchy) Design..........Tribal Swastika Shop............Illicit HQ, Auckland, NZ First Ever since Popeye the Sailor Man, since the day all the grown ups tisked the bad-arse bikers, since my mum told me to 'put down that filthy tattoo magazine' I've been hooked on ink. From those initial rebellion instincts I grew to understand what it was that attracted me to these anarchical ideals... individualism. I've never really fitted in, not for any particular reason... I've just always been a loner I guess. And those nomadic figures who set themselves ... read more

And they said it couldn't be done

I was quite a normal girl growing up I guess, very influenced by all the fun, pretty girls in magazines. I'm 22 now which means I was hitting puberty when the fabulous Spice Girls were at their peak. Which is obviously where I first got the idea for the tongue piercing, God bless Scary Spice. Obviously, being only 12 I had to settle on dying my hair Geri Halliwell red (and my Mum's lovely white bathroom...) but the thought never left my mind, especially when I got older and more into the rock scene and everyone around me was getting ... read more

The Christmas Nipples

If my grandparents only knew what their Christmas money purchased for me this year... I suppose the rational place to begin this story would be at the beginning of my ordeal, by describing the circumstances under which I decided to get my nipples pierced. In September of this year, I enlisted in the Delayed Entry Program of the U.S. army. I know, I know... it's horrible, but at the time I was only seeing the dollar signs and not the moral issues behind my decision. I was promised by the recruiters that if I changed my mind at any time, ... read more

The Tattoo Stigma & The Proverbial Closet

I never quite knew how the hell I fit into my family. Eldest son of a computer programmer and preschool teacher who goes on to become a tattoo artist? "You speak gobbledygook my dear filthy beast of meat and hair!" Indeed, it makes no sense to me either, yet I continue ever onward, and have been doing so going on four years now. In any case, I can recall looking back about two years ago, in an old issue of Tattoo Magazine, I believe, wherein they featured a younger woman showing off a virgin Mary full back-piece. In the article ... read more

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