Current mood:	pleased
Current music:	Amy Winehouse - You know I'm no good

Tattoo
I chose something small. I chose something that probably a lot of people have, in one way or another. I chose to keep it simple, in both design and color. And you know what? I don't care. It was just what I wanted.

Why did I get it? A few reasons... a few are probably kind of stupid, but again, don't care. I used to have a mole there. It was this tiny black beauty mark that I actually kind of thought was pretty and feminine. I got worried about it at one point and had it looked it. It wasn't cancerous, but they wanted to remove it anyway. They did, it scarred, and every time I saw the place it used to be, I found myself a bit annoyed... just, somewhat bothered. Is it lame to say I missed it? And the scar looked... distorted, and oblong, and just a reminder of my "just to be safe" attempt at not getting cancer (which my biopsy concluded it never would have become anyway). So I thought to myself, what is the simplest, most feminine symbol I can think of that I can put over that scar? What can I put there that would satisfy me? I chose a waxing crescent moon. A waxing moon is the new moon. In pagan culture it represents youth, but it also represents the beginning in a variety of phases. It stands for femininity, cycles, and change. It's also a part of a lot of mythology that I've always had a certain facination with. It's connected with the emotional, or feeling nature of an individual, and is a more passisve and intuitive symbol. In tarot it stands for illusion, madness,creativity, poetry, and primal power. I like the pagan aspect of it. I can't help it. But it also stands for positive associations in Islamic culture, among others. So that is my small but simple tattoo. No major meaning other than I wanted to stop being a pussy about it and get one. I was wanting, waiting, and thinking about finding something SO unique, and SO specific, that I'd never get anything ever! I wanted it, I did it. I don't care if it's common or overdone. It has a few really great meanings that I like, and it was done well.

It hurt, I won't lie. But it was bearable. The tips of the moon hurt the most, but the shading just hurt in a way that left me feeling kind of numb to it after a while. I wouldn't be able to sit there for hours, but mine didn't take very long, so it was fine. I was nervous about it at first... in a way that had me sweating like a whore in church... but the experience of actually getting the tattoo was fine, it was okay, tolerable. I would get another tattoo, but not necessarily because I'm addicted to the feeling like some people. It just plain hurt and I wanted it done. So... this is it. It's a bad picture, because I took it with my camera phone and you can see the tape marks from where they taped the bandage to me, but this is basically it. :)




And now I have another tattoo in mind... also something very small. I like the idea of little, tiny, simple tattoos that are bit hidden. I want to be able to show it when I want, like unveiling a surprise. I think the idea is kind of sexy. Anyway, I'm waiting to do it when I come back from my Europe trip. I want more inspiration and time to think about it in terms of specifics. So that's it!

Peace.