Skin Deep: “Tattoos and Bull$hit”

My (mis)adventures with tattoos.

Tattoos and Bullshit

The first tattoo I can remember seeing was a thin, black rose, its ink fading to blue and gray on the aggressively tanned forearm of a classmate’s mom. I think I was four. I loved it. I couldn’t say why I loved it, but I think that must have been when I started drawing art on my own body. My parents never explicitly said that…