Whatever gave you that idea?
Shouldn’t “decade” be plural? I think your wait will be long.
Whatever gave you that idea?
Shouldn’t “decade” be plural? I think your wait will be long.
I agree that it’s an ideal location for convenience reasons. Also you would not get bored of it.
I’d probably get a tat off-centre though, cos I imagine it would be really painful right in the small of your back.
Make sure to do it in pencil. It’s only considerate for the next guy.
That’s exactly what they are and what most younger men think of when they see those tattoos. I’ve even seen a girl with a bullseye tramp stamp.
It’s either “gives me something to look at while I bang her from behind” or
“Gives me a target upon which to drop my goo”
Take your pick.
This really just is not true. I know tons of women (mostly over 25) with lower back tattoos (and usually plenty in other spots) and none of them got them in that location for their sexual partner’s benefit. It’s simply an attractive (symmetrical) spot on the body, something that can be public or private if you so choose (a small top or a bikini will allow you to show it if you like, and a good choice because it’s firm and won’t change with your weight.
Honest question - no snark: if you are getting a tattoo for yourself, why locate it somewhere you would almost never see it?
The only one I have is on my left wrist - easy to cover when I want, easy to look at when I want.
I prefer women’s tast in ares that are not seen except at the beach or bedroom. The buttocks, breats, and shoulders are nice.
Quoth Nziga, Seated:
You know what would be really awesome? An 80-year-old woman getting a tattoo on her breast. And I’m not even a big fan of tattoos. It’s one thing to say “I don’t regret my wild youth”; it’s another to say “And I’m going to keep on being wild in my old age, too”.
The only area I can think of where you would be able to see your tattoo easily and as it’s meant to be seen (not upside-down and backwards) is the lower arms.
Men seem to more often get tattooed on their more public body parts (arms in particular upper arms, back, chest, stomach, neck) and women more often in more private ones (back, groin, hips, chest). Not very much easy viewing. I don’t get it either. I know a lot of people with tats and it seems the most popular place for them is the back - which you can’t ever see except in the mirror or photos.
If I ever got tattooed (not likely) I would do the tops of my feet so I could look down at them. I’m always barefoot when it’s not freezing.
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At a friend’s wedding shower, her 60-year-old aunt showed off the new tattoo that she’d just got - it was a rainbow-colored iguana that started on her belly, traveled down her side and hip, and wrapped its tail around her upper thigh. It was the coolest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. She instantly became my new role model.
I’ve seen a totally-not-safe-for-work photo of an 80+ year old woman. Completely tattooed body, multiple piercings. The thing was, she had nothing that couldn’t be covered with “old lady” clothing. She could be “Grandma” or “Wild Sex Freak” as needed.
I don’t mean for their sexual partner’s benefit. Where the heck did you get that? Presumably most women get them for their own sexuality. But I’m pretty sure they did it with full realization that their lower back is an erotic part of the body. If they’re over 25, they’ve been alive long enough to realize that. I mean what are they saying “OMG, I had no idea what that would look like right above my butt?!?”
I reject the rejection of the rejection of popular culture by having no tattoos at all.
Damfino. Tattoos of any sort look like a skin disease and for some reason, the ones that peek out from under the back of the shirt make me think the girl has leprosy or something.
My dad has promised to get a tattoo (it’ll be his first) at 80. He is a wild man.
I hereby vow to tat my boob when I’m 80.
Forget the haters. I will *never *regret having the Code of Hammurabi tattooed on my perineum.
This.
They look like scribbling to me, like someone was let loose with a Sharpie.