A black-and-white photo of a person mid-air in a Superman-style body suspension pose, supported by multiple hooks in their back and legs, smiling joyfully toward the camera. They are suspended horizontally in a large indoor space with high ceilings and visible rigging. A group of onlookers—some seated, some standing—watch with expressions of admiration, amusement, and support. The atmosphere is lively and communal, capturing a moment of shared experience and transformation.

  • The Devil Lies Brooding


    I don’t care how many times I see them, deep chest piercings like these always leave me in awe. These were done by Roland at Visavajara in Freiburg, Germany, with custom-made black teflon jewelry by Oli. A bonus shot, after the jump.


  • Son the Father


    David writes in:

    I was raised in the traditional Roman Catholic home. “Normalcy” was the standard. Throughout my formative years, I was focused on having a good education. The “real” world remained outside of my realm of existence; a private education saw to that. It was not until I entered college that I came in contact with a larger slice of life. I met people who were not Catholic, not white, and not straight. By the end of my collegiate years, I discovered that my real education was just beginning.

    After graduation I discovered that I was not going to give my family the grandchildren that they wanted; stereotypes have a foundation, but are not the norm; leather has a function that has nothing to do with fashion; and piercings piqued my interest. The last twenty years or so have brought many revelations and piercings. I currently have nine. Not a lot by many people’s standards, but I ain’t dead yet! The simple stud from the mall piercings kiosk is gone. There are three ear piercings. They are currently holding tunnels and the possibility of making them larger exists. The erl through the bridge of my nose causes vast discussions. My kids, (students — nope, the parents have no grandchildren from my loins. All of that seed went into mouths and asses) from time to time, ask why I have a hole through my nose. I tell them that I was a parakeet in a former life. My friends laugh or cringe when I stick drink toothpicks through my septum. I have started keeping the labret in at work. The other piercings cannot be seen. My pierced nips work in concert with my last piercing, the PA.

    What does the future hold? This summer I think I am going to work on an eyebrow piercing. Dermal piercings are hot, but I think they would interfere too much with my leather gear. Before I’m dead, the plans are a Jacob’s Ladder for the cock; a full body tattoo (including the shaved head) telling the story of the eternal battle between the Berserker and the Ulfendhar (sorry, I have never found a consistent spelling) within me (see? I told you that I learned a lot after college); and whatever shit we create in the future.

    Damn, did not realize how epiphanic this writing would be! Whoda thunk it?


  • Happy New Year, ModBlog!


    It’s been quite a year, friends. But from BME and Buddy Christ, we wish you all the happiest of New Years. There are a lot of exciting things on the agenda for the coming year, and we can’t wait to share them with you all. Be safe tonight, and we’ll be back Friday.

    (Tattoo by Danno at Main Street Studios in Ashland, Ohio.)

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  • Man vs. Wild


    “Hey, I’m here for my consultation.”

    “Oh, hey. Have a seat, have a seat. So, what do you have in mind?”

    “Well, there are certain elements I’d like involved. A bear, for one.”

    “Cool! We’ll get a bear in there. Anything else?”

    “A squid.”

    “A squid and a bear? Ha ha, sure thing man!”

    “Also, we’re going to need a alligator in there. Oh! And a shark.”

    “So this is some sorta wildli—”

    “And there has to be a guy killing all of them.”

    “At the same time?”

    “At the same time.”

    (“A man punching through an alligator, stepping on an octopus, having a bear in a headlock, getting attacked by a shark, and killing a man with his teeth” by Caleb at Studio City Tattoo in Studio City, California.)

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  • Concrete Warfare


    Huh. You know, I usually just use a rolled-up newspaper or a wet towel when I want to swat at an angel, but hey, to each his own.

    (This excellent piece is, of course, by Marc from Swastika Freakshop in Radolfzell, Germany. Is there a more distinctive tattoo artist working right now than him?)

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  • The Very Same Pit Still Yawns


    Mike writes in about some scrotum-tightening guerilla suspension antics in Toronto’s High Park last week:

    We threw hooks in my living room and headed out via car to High Park. I drove with the hooks in my back already attached to the rig. We hiked into High Park at about 8 p.m. or so and found our spot with the nice tree. Jon had to rig it all by himself while I helped him with the gear. We wanted to rig it so as not to have any footprints in the snow under where I would hang. We got it all rigged, I hooked the rig up to the rope system and shimmied out across the rope system so as not to mark the snow and dropped off. I wore basically all the warm clothes I own so that i could stay warm long enough to get off the ground on the hooks, and then I stripped it all off down to my “short shorts.” The hang was only a minute or two long — my fingers went numb first and then my toes — and then I dropped down and got dressed real quick. It was snowing and around -5 degrees Celsius and maybe -9 or -10 with the windchill.

    More photos, all by Chris, after the jump.