Do you have a tattoo? If yes, why did you decide to get your first tattoo and how many do you have now? Are they all in color or are most of them black and grey? Are you desecrating your body with tattoos or are you celebrating it instead?
If you don’t have a tattoo why have you decided against forever marking your skin?
I do not have a tattoo and I have no desire to get one unless I have to
do time and need to get a “prison tat” to prove my belonging and
toughness. No problem. That would be a tat of necessity and survival.
When I was growing up the only tatted men were sailors and convicts.
The tattooed women were only in carnival sideshows or “of the street.”
The ink in both cases immediately identified their profession without
needing to ask.
Tattooing seems to be the new “Pierced-Ear Revolution” gone madly
mainstream. At one time the only people who pierced their ears were
sailors, convicts, carnival workers and streetwalkers — today infants
are having their lobes opened for adornment.
In my unscientific study on tattooing yesterday while sort of watching
the Miami Ink marathon on The Learning Channel it seems there are five main categories people use to publicly justify their tats:
The Dead — Family members, Animals, Dreams/Wishes
Children — The Dead, The Just Born, The Missing
Religion — Catholic Icons (Crosses, Mary, Jesus, Bleeding Body Parts…), Thorny Roses, Angels
Monsters — Dragons, Angry Eagles, Serpents
Symbols — Chinese, Celtic, Tribal
Even after being mildly educated by Miami Ink (and, en passant in the past, Inked on A&E)
I still don’t understand the allure of permanently marking your body
I confess when I learn a woman is tattooed my conservatively-born
Midwestern skin crawls just a little bit — and it doesn’t matter if
the ink is a microscopic rose or a full sleeve of an anvil smashing a
bloody head: A tat is a tat and it reveals the level of cherishing the
gift of natural skin without the need to publicly induce the private
promotion of thoughts, experiences, losses and desires through false
attention to the skin.
Why is it so important to force the flesh into external remembrance?
Aren’t our experiences best held in the mind and not the skin?