echofonic

------------------------i am freshly tattooed!----------------------

sam did a beautiful job - we got all of the line work done today in just under two hours, and i go back in three weeks to get the shading/filling/final touches done.

last night i stood naked in my bathroom with cutouts of my soon-to-be-tattoo, holding them up to me, trying to get a feel for exaxtly where and how they should go into me. it's good to do that, i think. tattoos tend to draw the eye in new ways and directions, and so i wanted to be damn sure about where i wanted them before i walked in there this morning.

i'd had a funny feeling all day yesterday that something just wasn't right about the place that i had planned for them (just below my hipbones on either side of me) . last night i moved the two mirrored images back and forth, but there was still something "off" about them being there. then, just on a whim, i took the one that was supposed to go on my right hip and placed it right in the center of me, about an inch below my bellybutton...

...and that's where it got tattooed into me today. one chinese paper-cutout tiger, its head turned back around towards its body, prowling atop a bed of paper-cutout flowers. solid blackwork - about 4"x4". i feel fucking h.o.t.t.
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so is there anything better than having a deardear friend who is also a fucking great tattoo artist? (ok, well...on a hot day like today, maybe spending a languid afternoon with a very certain someone - her perfect skin glistening with sweat that beads up on her shoulders and drips past her collarbone to run down to her chest, catching the sunlight like delicious honeyed diamonds as the drops fall from her nipples and gather in that shallow between her breasts...... stripping off every stitch of clothing and swimming out into a far-off, hidden lake...... pushing her back onto a flat, hot, red rock - the lake lapping at our feet and ankles, while tasting her sweat mingled with mine and the brine from the lakewater running away as a new taste of salty/sweet/sticky desire sends shudders of passion down backbones to core of me - aching and maddening desire - the hothot sun lacing its burning fingers through the notches in my spine. -- ok, so that's maybe better...)

*whew* mars will have its way with you.