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My first ink!
Dec. 2nd, 2003 08:25 pmI'm back in the States now after a loverly visit to Toronto and Montreal and seeing my dissertation advisor. Thepunkpanther (how do I put in the links for other journals?) bought me my first tat---Thanks Punkpanther!!!!!!
It's the crest of the sovreignty of Jion (or Zeon as it's usually spelled) on my right shoulderblade. Right now it's dry and flaky cuz I didn't get a chance to put lotion on it while I was on the plane. It's so great. I love it.
Punkpanther knew I was interested in ink, so he took me to his tattoo artist, Wes at the Lucky 13 studio on Bloor West. I was nervous about the pain of course and the idea that I would be living with this art for the rest of my life.
There's a sign in the studio that says, "Fuck yeah, it hurts!" Well, it's not that bad on the shoulder. Paper cuts hurt a lot more. This feels kind of like having your skin sanded off, to use Steve's analogy. I sat backwards on a chair with my t-shirt pulled up to show my shoulder and Sean sat beside me, coaching my breathing. I never yelped or anything, but until the endorphins kicked in I did need that breathing and squeezed Sean's fingers till he cried uncle.
Once the endorphins kicked in, I was all happy and a total bliss ninny for 24 hours.
Afterwards, I was talking with Wes who said that he could tell my tat meant something, that it was a symbol. I said that I didn't understand people who got meaningless tattoos like the omnipresent rose on the ankle. He said, "All tats say something about the person. That one says that the person has nothing to say about themselves."
As for the permanency issue, as soon as I saw it on my back, it looked completely right. It felt as if something internal was now manifest on my skin. I recommend this to anybody.
It's the crest of the sovreignty of Jion (or Zeon as it's usually spelled) on my right shoulderblade. Right now it's dry and flaky cuz I didn't get a chance to put lotion on it while I was on the plane. It's so great. I love it.
Punkpanther knew I was interested in ink, so he took me to his tattoo artist, Wes at the Lucky 13 studio on Bloor West. I was nervous about the pain of course and the idea that I would be living with this art for the rest of my life.
There's a sign in the studio that says, "Fuck yeah, it hurts!" Well, it's not that bad on the shoulder. Paper cuts hurt a lot more. This feels kind of like having your skin sanded off, to use Steve's analogy. I sat backwards on a chair with my t-shirt pulled up to show my shoulder and Sean sat beside me, coaching my breathing. I never yelped or anything, but until the endorphins kicked in I did need that breathing and squeezed Sean's fingers till he cried uncle.
Once the endorphins kicked in, I was all happy and a total bliss ninny for 24 hours.
Afterwards, I was talking with Wes who said that he could tell my tat meant something, that it was a symbol. I said that I didn't understand people who got meaningless tattoos like the omnipresent rose on the ankle. He said, "All tats say something about the person. That one says that the person has nothing to say about themselves."
As for the permanency issue, as soon as I saw it on my back, it looked completely right. It felt as if something internal was now manifest on my skin. I recommend this to anybody.
