qui amatorios affectu - Part 2

Not so long ago I submitted a post describing the feelings that are aroused during my tattoo sessions. However due to other commitments and other activities, I completely forgot to update it. So a month has passed since my last tattoo was coloured in and I believe I am ready to describe that experience to you.

My most recent visit to the tattoo parlour was interesting to say the least. I had the outline done back in February/March time so this venture was simply to complete the design. Yes I can hear you guys saying 'get to the good stuff instead of rambling' but hey I need to set the scene. I don't remember much of the actual sitting to begin with, as I was running straight off my adrenaline.  But then all of a sudden new feelings had been awoken within me. I had finally remembered why I liked getting tattooed.

I could feel the ink gun sketch across my shoulder, in the most sensual way ever. It was like having someone using their fingers to stroke your back. If you are like me, then any way someone touches my back is arousing, so having someone mark me with their ink takes it to a whole new level. At some points in the sitting I could feel a painful burn, but that was subdued when the combination of hands and ink took over my body.

Now just because it feels erotic for me to get a tattoo, it doesn't mean that I will be covering my body any time soon. I would happily let someone take a pen and draw over my body and that would be enough. It is simply more about letting someone have the power to decide what goes onto my body and how they display their art is more sensual to me than the tattoo itself.

Don't get me wrong, I love my tattoos and each of them mean something to me, but if someone asked if they could draw on me I would be even happier.

qui amatorios affectu part 1

Or that erotic feeling...

No this is not a post about sex, or anything pertaining to it- almost- but in fact this is a post about why I get addicted to tattoos. I figured this out from a weird dream I had last night...

 I woke up in a tattoo parlour snuggled into the tattooist. We moved slowly and sensually to the shower were we lathered each other in soap, exploring each other. He asked me to allow him to tattoo me again. "To mark you" he said...

That's all I'm telling of my dream but it made me think. Some people say that a kiss on the neck (or a bite) is erotic, making a mark of possession. Well for me tattoos are my mark. Someone taking their time to mark my skin with their design. To draw their art on to my skin is erotic to me. I've never felt pain* with any of my tattoos, but a sense of pleasure, almost sending me into a peaceful state. To feel that gun score my skin, being forever etched is a way for me to be seduced. 

The above may sound weird but it's not an addiction for me. I could stop getting tattooed at any point, to move on to something else. Spend my money else where. But the feeling I get from the tattoo is almost like an aphrodisiac. 

I will add more to this post when I get my next tattoo. When I can really think about how it makes me feel.  But for now the memory of the art upon my skin shall have to see me through. 

* Yes I do feel pain if I have been tattooed for a long time in one session. But the beginning and the end are such a sensualistic experience that I need to feel again.

And I'm feeling blue....

And yellow and pink and red and green....
 I got told today that my December and January pay is to be high. Now I'm doing a sensible thing this time by picking out a car (when I hopefully pass my test), however, I am also planning on getting a tattoo. I know the theme of my tattoo is to be of Alice in Wonderland but I'm not sure of what I'm actually getting though it will include the death of my wonderful aunty Gillian. My arm was my first choice but the surface area is a bit small. And I've finally decided on getting on my calf :) That shall be interesting.

 On another note, I have been dreaming non-stop about this one guy who I know....not mentioning any names... for the past two weeks. He appears in every single dream and its starting to annoy me. Yes dream mind, I have taken a slight interest in him, but you do not need to remind me every bloody night! Jeeez....

Also I have officially done my back in again! Work has actually become a nightmare,my physiotherapist has bruised my back, and my parents think I'm a hypochondriac. I'm sorry but it hurts like a motherf*cker.  Any movement at all now is quite painful, though I can now move my arms without any complaints. Apparently it hurst cause im using muscles I've never used before. Whatever.
Anyway I am off to bed now as I have a very long day ahead of me.
Night night
Sweet Dreams
x

Tattoos

For me a tattoo gives others an insight to what that that person is like without them having to say anything. 
For example I have three meaningless flower tattoos:

Which I think say that I have a love for flowers, pretty obvious. But why flowers? They hold so many meanings. Forget-Me-Nots (the anklet) suggest everything about you is unforgettable-the compassion that shines in your eyes, the intensity you bring to everything you do-and your energy is contagious. You are leaving a very special mark on your world. The blue Lotus flower (the stomach) means wisdom, knowledge and victory over the senses.Lotus tattoos are meant to represent life, new beginnings and the possibility of people growing to change into something beautiful. 
I also however have this tattoo:

The wolf. Many say it's a type of dog as wolves are vicious creatures and mine is pictured very calm. The reason. No idea except the fact that you cant judge something on how they look.  Oh and recently I got asked: "Can I take you for a walk?" Definitely original!

 Now for the ones that do mean something:

The first "Veritas vos Liberabit". Translation - "the truth shall set you free". Truth is a word that my dad tries to ingrain in my head all the time, that the truth is always best. 
The second is in reference to the story of Thumbelina. In the first English translation of 1847 by Mary Howitt, the tale opens with a beggar woman giving a peasant's wife a barleycorn in exchange for food. Once planted, a tiny girl, Thumbelina (Tommelise), emerges from its flower. One night, Thumbelina, asleep in her walnut-shell cradle, is carried off by a toad who wants the miniature maiden as a bride for her son. With the help of friendly fish and a butterfly, Thumbelina escapes the toad and her son, and drifts on a lily pad until captured by a stag-beetle. The insect discards her when his friends reject her company. Thumbelina tries to protect herself from the elements, but when winter comes, she is in desperate straits. She is finally given shelter by an old fieldmouse and tends her dwelling in gratitude. The mouse suggests Thumbelina marry her neighbor, a mole, but Thumbelina finds repulsive the prospect of being married to such a creature. She escapes the situation by fleeing to a far land with a swallow she nursed back to health during the winter. In a sunny field of flowers, Thumbelina meets a tiny flower-fairy prince just her size and to her liking, and they wed. She receives a pair of wings to accompany her husband on his travels from flower to flower, and a new name, Maia.
Now my Thumbelina is unhappy in her flower because I believe no story has a happy ever after. Just because certain obstacles are overcome and in the past, there lie many more in the future. 
And the final one: Pretty self-explanatory I think. I love my mam and dad, and without them I could not survive :)

In January 2012, my tattoo obsession took a huge turn, and thus the beginning of my Alice in Wonderland tattoo. It took three sittings but the finished product is so amazing. Now there is no meaning behind my tattoo, just simply a love for such a crazy and unique world.

 I recently got new tattoos.....

 
There are many meanings for the origin of the Dragonfly, many with negative connotations. However the one I went for was the Asian definition; the Dragonfly lives a very short life, yet it lives its' life to the fullest. As you can see there is a letter 'G' nearby; this represents my Aunt Gillian. She was a wonderful and bubbly person, making the most of life. So as a tribute, I decided to give myself a lasting memory of someone I miss so dear. 

The newest addition is this masquerade skull...

 
Just simply because I love The Masque of the Red Skull by Edgar Allen Poe. My favourite story of all time. 

Here are my newest tattoos :) :

 

Oh how I love tattoos.