What about the Tattoos and piercings?
I am the Tattooed Tortuga!
The uniqueness may go away soon, I have offered for YEARS to buy Tat's for both of my brothers, and I think I may have Jef almost talked into it, or he may have himself talked into it, whatever.
I got my first Tattoo when I was 18. My mother actually bought it for me! They warned me at the time that they were addictive. I guess they were right. But I have some interesting standards.
1) I no longer get any Tattoos without (minimum) three years consideration
2) I don't get any ink I haven't designed, or had designed myself (Flash this bitch!)
3) None of my Tattoos appear below my elbows, or on the 'V' of chest exposed by my twin shirt. See I try to maintain the childlike appearance of Scaramouche. Same with my piercings (you guys have only seen one right?)
I maintain that I have to keep my appeal as broad and un-controversial as possible (for a tights-wearing, skinny, wannabe rock-star!).
I guess Tattoo 2 (isn't that a Rolling Stone's song) was my Anniversary Tattoo. I purchased this one New Year's in New Orleans with one of my girlfriends, she got a matching one. It is a tribal embellishment of our toes. The joke at the time was that since it was Anniversary ink, and on one of our toes - I could keep her around for nine more years. It didn't quite work out that way!
Numbers three thru seven: I really like the idea of Tattooing, I like the idea of modifying your body to fit your own image of yourself. The concept that you modify your external. I am amused at what some folks decide to decorate themselves with, and how different some of the things I have chosen are.
Completely circling my right calf a ring of Daffy Ducks!
Perhaps in some future journal I'll tell you why Daffy, why the Warner Brother's characters are much more subtle, complex and significant in a literature sense than you may imagine, write and ask me.
My most recent one (I certainly won't say my last) Is I have a Tribal Fox inked around my left bicep. Again, there are reasons, and they (more-or-less) in tune with the Daffys - but hell that's enough for my initial Journal entry.
Later!
In future entries: How and why I almost got beaten-up in Ohio!
