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9. Bring More Pain To Your Life…

Posted in tattoos, Uncategorized on April 5, 2009 by boychick1

dscn0160_21So it’s Sunday morning and outside things are greening up and the sun is shining.  It’s cold though and I’m still eagerly awaiting the day when I can step out into spring without several layers, including a Marmot fleece jacket.  Not there yet.  The little town of East Lansing is going to be going crazier over those Spartans and after their win last night.  I turned the game on as the last few minutes ticked off – hey well I was busy and I am just not into sports.  So there.  Maybe I’ll watch Monday – maybe I’ll go to the chick bar and watch.

I’m sore.  I am sore from a lot of work to my mid-section at the gym yesterday.  Crunch.  Crunch. Crunch.  I’ve been thinking about my current ink and thinking I need to add some more to my life and yep to my stomach/pelvis region.

This is what I have right now…

n1315682481_128075_1911 It’s a koi fish – which symbolizes longevity.  The Buddhists believe Koi fish swim through water much like we move through the suffering in our lives. Of course Buddhists would not get a tattoo,  they might not eat bacon cheeseburgers either in a moment of extreme spiritual weakness.  The symbol is for compassion, at least I hope it is.  For all I know it might say “moo shu vegetable” because I did my research on the internet and we all know what a great source for information that is.  Eric Jenks did my tattoo he owns Fish Ladder Tattoo.  Very talented and a really great guy, take a look at his portfolio his business partner is terrific too.

So I am thinking my mid-section needs a Japanese style tattoo and I have been working my abs and drinking a fair number of spinach smoothies in preparation for more pain and the summer season.

And when I begin to occupy a little too much of the space in my head – otherwise known as the over analyzing anxiety chamber – I make attempts to get out of my head.  Focusing on my body, the gym, exercising, obsessing about something else, thinking about sex, my diet, doing a wee bit of shopping.  It does help to shift focus a bit.

So that IS my 46 year old belly, the new paint in the hallway (ripe wheat). I have painted the ceiling in my tiny little hall gold – the hall gives off a really neat glow now.  When the walls get nice and dry I am going to add some random gold stripes and put the art back up.

So how painful is a tattoo on ones middle?!   Oh I have no intention of going anywhere near ribs.  This time I am thinking flowers, waves and maybe the symbol for love.  Because I have almost forgotten how damn painful over three straight hours of tattooing was before and well one tattoo just seems lonely.

So say something …don’t just sit there.  Objectify me please!

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All Healed.

Posted in Personal ramblings, tattoos on December 5, 2008 by boychick1


All healed. A shot from the sleaze camera on the macbook – now I have almost (almost) forgotten how much four hours of tattooing hurt and am thinking of extending it further.

In fact I am pretty sure I am going to. Not a sleeve but up my arm…I actually like the less “dense” look of a large tattoo that is not a full sleeve and they are not touching the underside of my arm again. That part I do remember. When I have it extended I will figure out a way to incorporate an initial, image etc. to commemorate Walden.

And remind myself two hours in the chair is my limit…two, not four.

Yeah – that’s a lot of snow in the background…more, snow, cold. It was NINE degrees here last night NINE. That is just wrong.

I’m a role model ONLY in reverse…

Posted in Buddhism, Personal ramblings, tattoos on October 3, 2008 by boychick1


I am a role model, only in reverse for little white girls everywhere. Or at least around this neck of the woods.

So I am at class setting up a (neighbor, friend, acquaintance, woman who wants to work for me) shows up with her daughter and dog in tow. Another friend of mine is there one I have known for oh, I dunno, 10 plus years.

(let’s change the names to protect the guilty)

“Kathy – do you see what is on Janet’s arm”?
“Yes”.
“Do you know that is NOT magic marker and someone sticks sharp needles in her arm to make that”. (her wide eyed four year old looks a little anxious)
“You shouldn’t scare her”, I said.
“I am NOT scaring her, I want to talk to her about something”.
(Ok, ok whatever…I am thinking to myself)

“It is OK for Janet to have something like that BUT YOU can never have something like that”.

I was completely and utterly flabbergasted and dumbstruck. “At least not until you are an adult and can make your own decisions” — I growled out.

“YOU CAN NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT” exclaims Mommy. My other friend says “all you can have are this kind…and she pretends to lick a stamp and stick it on her arm”. Mommy smiles “oh she doesn’t even like that kind”. They share a chuckle at my expense.

WTF?!! I just stood there…when I replay the event in my mind several other alternative responses on my part are rehearsed.

One is…

“Kathy when you grow up your Mommy does not want you to be like me — a happy, well adjusted, passionate adult person with real interests and genuine pursuits. Who owns a house, a business and takes care of herself. Instead your mommy would like you to be like her…a closet case, boring, bored, miserable stay around at home with kids mom who does nothing but bend my ear about how unfulfilled she is. You can be just like me or just like your mommy – just DON’T get a tattoo.”

Another is…

“Kathy do you know what this tattoo is of? It’s of a koi fish…the Buddhists (that’s another religion besides Protestant) believe that humans swim through the suffering in their lives just as a fish swims through water. This symbol right here is the Buddhist symbol for compassion Buddhists believe true happiness comes not from a limited concern for one’s own well-being, or that of those one feels close to, but from developing love and compassion for all sentient beings. Here, love means wishing that all sentient beings should find happiness, and compassion means wishing that they should all be free of suffering. The development of this attitude gives rise to a sense of openness and trust that provides the basis for peace.”

Sigh.

I LOVE my tattoo it says exactly who I am, it also tells me exactly who you are and today it revealed a great deal to me about my friends and neighbors.

And next time – I won’t smile quite so silently or maybe that was exactly the right response.

I’m a role model ONLY in reverse…

Posted in Buddhism, Personal ramblings, tattoos on October 3, 2008 by boychick1


I am a role model, only in reverse for little white girls everywhere. Or at least around this neck of the woods.

So I am at class setting up a (neighbor, friend, acquaintance, woman who wants to work for me) shows up with her daughter and dog in tow. Another friend of mine is there one I have known for oh, I dunno, 10 plus years.

(let’s change the names to protect the guilty)

“Kathy – do you see what is on Janet’s arm”?
“Yes”.
“Do you know that is NOT magic marker and someone sticks sharp needles in her arm to make that”. (her wide eyed four year old looks a little anxious)
“You shouldn’t scare her”, I said.
“I am NOT scaring her, I want to talk to her about something”.
(Ok, ok whatever…I am thinking to myself)

“It is OK for Janet to have something like that BUT YOU can never have something like that”.

I was completely and utterly flabbergasted and dumbstruck. “At least not until you are an adult and can make your own decisions” — I growled out.

“YOU CAN NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT” exclaims Mommy. My other friend says “all you can have are this kind…and she pretends to lick a stamp and stick it on her arm”. Mommy smiles “oh she doesn’t even like that kind”. They share a chuckle at my expense.

WTF?!! I just stood there…when I replay the event in my mind several other alternative responses on my part are rehearsed.

One is…

“Kathy when you grow up your Mommy does not want you to be like me — a happy, well adjusted, passionate adult person with real interests and genuine pursuits. Who owns a house, a business and takes care of herself. Instead your mommy would like you to be like her…a closet case, boring, bored, miserable stay around at home with kids mom who does nothing but bend my ear about how unfulfilled she is. You can be just like me or just like your mommy – just DON’T get a tattoo.”

Another is…

“Kathy do you know what this tattoo is of? It’s of a koi fish…the Buddhists (that’s another religion besides Protestant) believe that humans swim through the suffering in their lives just as a fish swims through water. This symbol right here is the Buddhist symbol for compassion Buddhists believe true happiness comes not from a limited concern for one’s own well-being, or that of those one feels close to, but from developing love and compassion for all sentient beings. Here, love means wishing that all sentient beings should find happiness, and compassion means wishing that they should all be free of suffering. The development of this attitude gives rise to a sense of openness and trust that provides the basis for peace.”

Sigh.

I LOVE my tattoo it says exactly who I am, it also tells me exactly who you are and today it revealed a great deal to me about my friends and neighbors.

And next time – I won’t smile quite so silently or maybe that was exactly the right response.

ouch, Ouch, OUCH!

Posted in tattoos on October 2, 2008 by boychick1

A shot from the sleaze camera …not a good one. All I can say right now is ouch, ouch, ouch. BUT I love it and will write more later and post better photos.

Gun show…

Posted in Personal ramblings, tattoos on September 29, 2008 by boychick1


My dog I am five years old…ok maybe less. I’ll put up another photo right after I am permanently disfigured. Going to go look at Eric’s sketch today…

The Seven Day Countdown…

Posted in lucinda williams, Melissa Ferrick, tattoos on September 24, 2008 by boychick1

I have always felt like an outsider – even at times in my life when I would’ve been considered one of the “popular kids” – I never sought or desired to be popular. Have always felt like an outsider and observer. Perhaps that is part of having an artistic temperament.

So when the first tattoo reality show Maimi Ink came out I was hooked. Stories of outsiders, the other ones – the designs of the tattoos, people’s reasons for getting them, the whole human story as revealed through these bumper stickers for their bodies. Tragic, comic, courageous stories – of survival and celebration.

I secretly wanted one but which one? Commitment you see has always been a problem for me. Shocking I know and NO I will not tattoo Melissa, Goodbye Youth (gads what a notion) or her likeness on my body. I would have, you see, a serious commitment problem there as well regardless of my seemingly obsessive nature. In fact I am almost ready to listen to something else. Praise Jesus.

Like Lucinda Williams new CD Little Honey…I am watching the mailbox most impatiently. I understand Ani DeFranco has a new album releasing this month.

Oops I have digressed – again – back to the topic, what is the topic?

Ah yes tattoos…I am going to commit to one of these little devils.

A Japanese style tattoo to be placed on my left forearm the fish it going to swim down and across my arm…on the underside will be an eastern character for compassion. The koi fish symbolizes courage in the Buddhist religion. According to Buddhists, humans swim through the ocean of suffering without fear, just like a fish swims through water. We are going to incorporate some water and cherry blossoms. I want the Ying/Yang of a sort of feminine tattoo but it’s placement and size is more masculine.

Seven days and counting – this weekend I will be able to see the custom drawing Eric Jenks of Fish Ladder Tattoo has done for me. I am not thinking (too much) about what a koi fish looks like wrinkled – ok sometimes I do, ok often I do – but I want it regardless.

And I’ll be one of them…the others…those that have transformed themselves and in that transformation have literally changed their exteriors as well. And I’ll never fit in on the floor of the Republican National Convention or the board table at IBM. I’ll make people just a little bit uncomfortable and push them outside their boundaries and I’ll see those folks that can’t budge more clearly.

I’ll never be feminine and discreet.

Thank dog, thank tattoos, thank you for visiting!!

xo-
janet