I finally got my ass a tattoo.
Anyone who knows me moderately well knows that I've basically wanted a tattoo since I was 16, but could never come up with an idea that seemed like it was something I wanted for life, and my fear of needles didn't help much either.
The one idea that always came back to me was something symbolizing straightedge. I know I'm not a huge fan of the label but it gives me a form of identity, and I am extremely proud of my values so I know that, as the one permanent in my life, straightedge was what I wanted to permanently put on my body.
I went into the Art Room to see Chris. He's who did Nick's work and Tiff's. I gave him this basic idea which I thought was humorous because it was not only straightedge but it had another important element of my life: Bones.
I told him to be creative with it, add some sort of shading the the bones or whatever. So he told me to come back the next day and we'd do the work.
Me and Tiff went in and I was nervous as hell, I had no idea what to expect. I came in and he showed me his sketch which looked a little confusing. He basically said there was going to be some shading and additional sillhouetted X's. I trusted his judgement, so we went for it. I told him I wanted it on my inner bicep, so he laid it out and we got down to business.
I asked him if the spot I chose would be painful - and he said, "I'm not going to lie to you, yes, it will be very painful." So this made me nervous. Finally he touched the gun to my skin, and honestly, it wasn't that bad. I can't really say that it hurt, but it was annoying. It sucked. About 5-10 minutes into the work I started to feel dizzy. I felt my head falling down, but then I picked it right back up. Almost like I nodded off to sleep for a second but then caught myself.
Nope. I PASSED OUT. I was confused cause when I looked up Chris had smelling salts under my nose and Tiff was on the floor with a wet towel on my neck. I thought I was only out for a second but they told me I was out for over a minute. I was a little embarassed but Chris said it actually happens a lot, just cause the sensation is so unsual. He gave me a soda and said getting some sugar in my blood would help. He told me I should be fine so we got back to work, and he was right. I was fine. Like I said, it didn't hurt, it was just shitty. So he finished after about an hour and 45 minutes, and I was just blown away. It was not what I expected, but I love it.
Chris wants me to come back in in a couple weeks to touch up the shading, and put some white and grey in the 3 main bones. We also talked about maybe doing something around the whole design to make it look like torn skin. Who knows. But I love it. That's my story.