No piercings or tattoos. I need a piercing like I need a hole in the head.
Getting a piercing or other body mod interests me so little that I’ve never given it a moment’s consideration.
No piercings (or tattoos). I like the topology of my body and do not wish to introduce extra holes.
I have never figured out why some body parts, especially ear lobes, are considered to be improperly dressed if they don’t have something attached or dangling.
Woman here, no tats, no dye, no makeup, and no piercings.
I find it remarkable how many people find it astonishing that my ears have never been pierced. In one case, a woman who found out I had never had my ears pierced offered to take me out to a place to have it done that day. Um… WTF? I’d made it to 45 without getting holes drilled in my ears, did she think in all that time I’d never heard of the practice or had an opportunity? Just never had a desire to get it done. One year, my best friend who has known me from the age of 10 bought me a set of earrings for my birthday - she either hadn’t realized or forgotten I don’t have pierced ears. I realize I’m in the minority, but on a certain level I find it bizarre just how default the assumption is in our society that a women has extra holes in her ears.
(I did wear make up in my teens and very early 20’s, but quit due to epic skin problems.)
No piercings. No tattoos.
You’re probably pretty close to my age then. One of my early memories of seeing a real tattoo was on an uncle, and it was little more than a dark blur on his arm. I don’t know how tattoo technology has changed since the 50s and 60s, but that image stayed with me. Why would you decorate your skin with something that would turn into a big dark splotch as you aged?
My youngest sis (she’s 53, so not a kid) has 28 assorted tats that she started getting in her 30s… or 20s? Not sure, I’d moved away long before it started happening. They seem to be holding up well and, on the plus side, it’d be really easy to identify her body parts if she was dissected by some whacko :eek::eek::eek: but I don’t get the attraction. Maybe that’s part of it for her - being the center of attraction…
Each to his own, I guess. It’d be a pretty boring world if we all liked the same things, huh?
No piercings. No tatoos.
But I’ve developed a Tailor’s Bunion, does that count?
No piercings. No tattoos. I really hate tattoos on other people, which didn’t matter too much when they were hidden most of the time. Now they’re everywhere you look, front-and-centre. Annoying.
Piercings I don’t have too much opinion of, but when they are wiggling around a lot they sure do draw attention to themselves, and the distraction irritates me a bit.
So speaketh a grumpy old man.
No piercings and no tats. I think I should get extra points for that one as I was Navy. So even when drunk and overseas, getting tattooed held no appeal for me.
Neither piercings, nor tattoos.
No interest in it.
Male: no piercings, tats, watch, hair, and haven’t shaved in 30 years. Manly deodorant only.
j
On two different occasions I’ve had my left ear pierced, only to allow it to close back up. It remains closed.
I still think sometimes about getting one or both ears pierced. Someday.
I remember being a kid and meeting a kid who bragged that he was some percentage gypsy. And this meant that he could have an earring if he wanted but if any other guys had one, it meant he was gay (these were less enlightened times). Which made me wonder why you’d want to go through life explaining to people giving you shit for being gay that you’re really one eighth gypsy.
I had an ear pierced for a short while in college but it became infected and never cleared up until I ditched the thing. Allergic, I guess. It’s long since closed over and I never felt any need to try again. Not a big fan of tattoos; fine if other people want one but nothing I’d do on me.
Haha, I was thinking that might get someone’s attention in a way that made them want to comment. 
Yes lots and lots of men, more than ever, get piercings. However I’m still of the believe that it’s something that WAY more women do than men. One of the key words is ‘Men’. I’d say it’s extremely unusual for young males (say, under 16 y/o) to be pierced. Young ladies get ear piercings at 12 and 13; and for a lot of infant females you’ll see ear piercings as well. All I was trying to say was that while I acknowledge that a lot of males get piercings; I still know a lot more that don’t. The opposite is true among the women I know.
No extra holes in me, no ink under my skin. Never was interested and never saw the appeal.
If I want to express myself I will wear a clever t-shirt.
Male, one pierced ear, done 1976, when it was pretty rare for a guy, stopped wearing earring sometime in the '80s when every other guy was sporting one. Every once in a while I poke an earring through and dream about the days I had more hair on my head than my back.
Same. No objections, just never had the desire.
However, getting matching tat with my daughter this Saturday. Hobyahs!
I have one tattoo. It is on a mass of tissue inside my colon, that is slated to be surgically removed.
When I was a kid, I took allergy shots. I have stuck more needles in my body than most junkies ever live to see. Don’t care to do it again.
I don’t think ill of bod-modded people, but I am not convinced that tattooing and piercing are different behaviors than cutting. Self-mutilation for a fashion statement seems to me an unhealthy behavior pattern.
When my kids were young I used to tell them bedtime stories. Sometimes I’d read, sometimes I’d make them up on the fly, sometimes they were fun, sometimes they were harrowing (like, GoT 1.3 where Old Nan tells Bran about winter) and nobody got any sleep. My kids are grown now, and they still ask me for stories. It’s who I am to them. The Hobyahs is a fairytale that, skillfully told, can [del]scare the shit out of[/del] make a lasting impression on a child. Our matching ink is intended to be physical manifestation of the bond we share based on that and the other stories. It’s more sincere and more durable, more of a commitment than “I love you.”
My youngest daughter (a different one from the above) was a severe cutter. She was not chopping herself up to express her love for anyone else.
No shoes.