My first tattoo
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chochiyo_samaHere is my very first tattoo. I would love to tell the whole story of getting this one.
I was tattooed by Steve Butterfield, whose professional name is "The Alien." At the time, Steve was dating my good friend Pam. He offered to give me a tattoo for my birthday.
At that time, I didn't ever think that *I* would have a tattoo. I thought it would be horrifically painful and also that it just "wasn't me." Heh
Now I have four--and I want one more, at least...maybe two...
So, anyway.
Pam, Steve, and I were sitting in Pam's apartment on New Year's Eve drinking Tia Maria and talking. I was completely buzzed up on caffeine and adrenaline, and they were totally teasing the shit out of me about getting the tattoo. So, finally, I said I would do it.
Then Pam fell asleep, and Steve and I talked for a long time about all kinds of stuff. About three in the morning, Pam woke up and kicked my out of the apartment. (It was okay, since I lived one floor below her. Heh heh.)
I was still totally buzzed up, so I was listening to this late night call in radio program that I ALWAYS listened to. I never slept much in those days, and was up almost every night almost all night long.
I had become a regular listener to Dark Star's radio show. Dark was terribly opinionated and kind of a shit, but I really liked him. The topic of his program was "New Year's Resolutions." NOBODY was calling in. (I suppose everyone was either still partying or already passed out.)
So I called in and announced my intention to get a tattoo. This set them back and they started talking about what I was going to get and WHERE I was going to put it. And how I would "reveal" the tattoo to a significant other and so on and so on.
I told him that I wanted a butterfly on my left wrist, small enough so that my watch band would cover it up if I wanted it to, and only *I* would know it was there--and when everyone thought I was just this humdrum old maid, I could peek under my watchband and know in my heart that I was a WILD THING. Heh heh heh.
He got a kick out of that.
So, in the course of the conversation, Dark and I got quite cozy and for some reason which I don't remember now I told him my deep, dark secret--that I was the world's oldest virgin. heh heh heh.
So, he had a great time with that too. He made me promise after being on the radio with him for almost two hours, that I would CALL him before I had this tattoo done so we could discuss it further.
Later I found out he had replayed our whole conversation at least once on another night--some of my friends had heard it. Heh heh. So I became quite the radio personality in my circle of friends. Heh heh
So, in February, when I had finally screwed up the courage to go get it done, I called him from Steve's shop, which at that time was a scuzzy place on Lake Street. Pam and I often went up there and hung out at the shop, watching Steve work. It was always amazing to me what people had tattooed on their bodies.
And one thing that I learned sitting around up there was that some of the scariest looking people I had ever seen were also some of the sweetest, kindest, and gentlest people I had ever met.
That was quite educational for me.
So, I called Dark Star up--it was a political discussion night and people were really ripping into each other and him--my tattoo conversation was the only levity going on during the show that night.
So, I was interviewed live on the air as I was tattooed. And Steve was interviewed as he was tattooing me.
It was quite a memorable experience.
I was tattooed by Steve Butterfield, whose professional name is "The Alien." At the time, Steve was dating my good friend Pam. He offered to give me a tattoo for my birthday.
At that time, I didn't ever think that *I* would have a tattoo. I thought it would be horrifically painful and also that it just "wasn't me." Heh
Now I have four--and I want one more, at least...maybe two...
So, anyway.
Pam, Steve, and I were sitting in Pam's apartment on New Year's Eve drinking Tia Maria and talking. I was completely buzzed up on caffeine and adrenaline, and they were totally teasing the shit out of me about getting the tattoo. So, finally, I said I would do it.
Then Pam fell asleep, and Steve and I talked for a long time about all kinds of stuff. About three in the morning, Pam woke up and kicked my out of the apartment. (It was okay, since I lived one floor below her. Heh heh.)
I was still totally buzzed up, so I was listening to this late night call in radio program that I ALWAYS listened to. I never slept much in those days, and was up almost every night almost all night long.
I had become a regular listener to Dark Star's radio show. Dark was terribly opinionated and kind of a shit, but I really liked him. The topic of his program was "New Year's Resolutions." NOBODY was calling in. (I suppose everyone was either still partying or already passed out.)
So I called in and announced my intention to get a tattoo. This set them back and they started talking about what I was going to get and WHERE I was going to put it. And how I would "reveal" the tattoo to a significant other and so on and so on.
I told him that I wanted a butterfly on my left wrist, small enough so that my watch band would cover it up if I wanted it to, and only *I* would know it was there--and when everyone thought I was just this humdrum old maid, I could peek under my watchband and know in my heart that I was a WILD THING. Heh heh heh.
He got a kick out of that.
So, in the course of the conversation, Dark and I got quite cozy and for some reason which I don't remember now I told him my deep, dark secret--that I was the world's oldest virgin. heh heh heh.
So, he had a great time with that too. He made me promise after being on the radio with him for almost two hours, that I would CALL him before I had this tattoo done so we could discuss it further.
Later I found out he had replayed our whole conversation at least once on another night--some of my friends had heard it. Heh heh. So I became quite the radio personality in my circle of friends. Heh heh
So, in February, when I had finally screwed up the courage to go get it done, I called him from Steve's shop, which at that time was a scuzzy place on Lake Street. Pam and I often went up there and hung out at the shop, watching Steve work. It was always amazing to me what people had tattooed on their bodies.
And one thing that I learned sitting around up there was that some of the scariest looking people I had ever seen were also some of the sweetest, kindest, and gentlest people I had ever met.
That was quite educational for me.
So, I called Dark Star up--it was a political discussion night and people were really ripping into each other and him--my tattoo conversation was the only levity going on during the show that night.
So, I was interviewed live on the air as I was tattooed. And Steve was interviewed as he was tattooing me.
It was quite a memorable experience.
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Date: 2005-07-05 08:34 am (UTC)Have a good one.
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:04 pm (UTC)Everything's a metaphor!
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/chochiyo_sama/2005/04/16/
Oh, and BTW--
Date: 2005-07-05 03:04 pm (UTC)Good to see you!!
Re: Oh, and BTW--
Date: 2005-07-06 08:31 am (UTC)--A