Rosa Clara

I absolutely adore this picture. It brings back memories of the very first time I decided to lay down ink.

I spent years thinking about my first tattoo. The main thing that kept me from doing it was the fear from disapproval from my parents, mostly my father. I was well into my adulthood when one day I realized that I could not go through life with the burden of living up to my parents’ expectations.

This came as a crushing epiphany when during a trip back to my hometown I was introduced to someone as Al’s daughter. I am not ready to talk about him today, but he was not a nice man, and somehow being labeled has her daughter was the final straw that I needed. I realized that I was my own person, and that the time had come for my to live my life the way I wanted to. That very same night I got my first tattoo. A very small demon in a discrete place. Hiding, lurking, waiting to come out.

This is one of the issues that was most difficult to deal with through my engagement: my tattoos.  I was always hanging out in a social environment where they were either noticed with compliments or taken as normal.  The minute I stepped out of my world into a more traditional one I just could not get people eyes off me.

This is not something that necessarily bothered me.  I am somewhat of an exhibitionist and I do enjoy the attention.  However, in more that one ocassion people just hammered the same question: why? why did you mark your body like that? As if I had dome something horrible to it.  I don’t see it that way.

First of all, my tattoos define me. They are beautiful works of art that took countless hours and large amounts of pain to complete. Each one has a meaning, a significance that is highly relevant to myself as a human being and as an individual. They also represent an ultimate gesture of self-expression and control over your appearance.

We do not choose the place, the time, or the family we are born into. Whatever you find when you begin to be self aware was just the product of chance.  From that point on however, it is up to us.  I am extremely passionate about myself, life, and the elements that define us.  My first tattoo was a broken heart, and I got it just so that I would never forget how it feels like to have it ripped apart.  From that point on, each one of them has a specific story and defines me as a person.

That, is a very nice and long winded explanation.  The short one is that you can fuck off for all I care.

One of my most surprising discoveries. I did not realize he had that many tattoos.

 One of the things that bothered me the most with some of the characters I used to hang out with was the fact that although they did see me as an outcast, they went goo-goo-gaga over people like Angeline Jolie and David Beckham.

David’s tattoos represent exactly what I am talking about.  Each one of them represent a major event in his life.  The names of his children, a guardian angel, and a proverb that represents what appears to be his life philosophy.

You can just Google “Beckham Tattoos” if you are interested, or you can check out this page.

 Another one of my favorite girls is Bella Donna. If you do not know who she is you really need to watch some more porn.  However, I have been unable to get any details on her tattoos.  I just know that I like them and that she is steaming hot. You can check out her website here. Not for prudes, and definitely NSFW.