Leviticus...SO strict! NO fun! What EV.
After getting my nose pierced in 2012, I realized how many years I'd wasted, sans body mod, due to fear of the unknown. I'd wanted to pierce my nose and get at tattoo since my early 20's, but the years slipped on by with just an occasional question asked about the ins and outs pain, healing, cost, etc. Putting it off and putting it off....
Finally, thanks to the Google Gods and the YouTube, I got me edumacated on all things nose piercing, gathered up my balls and made an appointment. MANY years of wussiness extinguished with the one quick pinch to my nostril. I loved my nose piercing! Eventually I got my tragus pierced and love that, too! (Long healing time, though). Then it was time for a tat. I've designed many tats for myself over the years ....this being the first (circa '93):
Thank GAWD time - and fear- faded my attraction to this pretentious tribal....thingy...I came up with. At some point I added an earth there in the middle with a Susan Seddon Boulet wolf head floating around the top. Shit. My visual amalgam of wolf-love and saving the earth, punctuated with a trendy something-that-meant-nothing to me graphic. I still really dig wolves and our planet.... Just not permanently displayed on the back of my calf.
Over the years I've thought that if I where to get a tattoo, it should have to be a symbol of something that defines "me" and/or is FOREVER dear to my heart and soul. And something that would never loose it's visual appeal. Now, we can't really predict what designs might loose their appeal over time- I just imagine all the "awesome" designs I can up with in the past....but something permanent on THIS body had to rise above hearts and unicorns and serpents.... I needed symbols and archetypes that have remained a part of me over the years....AND it needed to be created by ME.
When I think of FOREVER, I think of love, and my children, and my husband...
So, for my first tat I incorporated my kids names into an infinity symbol.
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