It was brought to my attention in another thread that there was a SD tattoo page somewhere on the web. What is the address?
Thanks and HUGS!
Sqrl
Try this:
Dope Tats!
Very fun! Thanks Hamadarling!
I just have one thing to say about Soulsling’s tattoo (the first one, left arm):
If I was sleeping next to him, and I woke up looking at that spider, I would FREAK OUT. In a big way. I was wiggling in my chair just looking at it right now.
Hey, and this is the PERFECT time for me to mention…I am still gleefully taking photos, guys. C’mon, send 'em on in… ianna@bellatlantic.net !!
And I expect each and every one of you to go look and then tell Baglady just how frickin’ cool her tattoos are.
If you want, you may express envy that I get to look at them every day.
Yeah, especially the one above my butt crack. Even I can’t say I get to look at that one everyday. In fact, lately since I’ve gained a few pounds, it’s become more difficult to see my butt at all!!! Bwa hahahaha. 
Baglady. Your tattoos are fricken cool. And I really do mean that.
Baglady,
Really awesome tats!
Baglady:
I must say, you really do have awesome tats. Especially the one above your butt.
Cool site. I read the earlier threads on this topic and thought it would eventually just fade away. I’m happy I’m wrong.
(Just a suggestion, you might want to put a post in the newbie thread. God knows I could have benefited from things the ‘regs’ were talking about when I joined.)
While I don’t have a ‘tat’, I find a number of them damn interesting.
I’m curious about who designed the ‘tats’ you have. Did you create them yourself? Did someone else? ‘Off the shelf’ from the parlor?’
I’m clueless about this, so please forgive me.
The reason I ask is my neighbor, who looks like the most clean-cut you’d ever run into, has four of them that he designed himself. He showed me about three portfolio’s of the ones he’s designed. Like I said, interesting. They look alot like obfusciatrists’ and Bagladys’.
I think his wife is tired of him going on about them and what he should get next. Frankly, after the second book I looked at, I was a bit lost in his zeal.
Anyrate, I know he wouldn’t charge anything for proofs or pics or whatever it is you need, he just appreciates the one’s he has and those of others. I know he’d be happy to talk with someone as interested in this as you all seem to be.
If your interested you can always e-mail me and I can put you all in touch with each other. He’s a pretty cool guy. I just think he has noone to share his interest in this where he’s living now.
If not, I’m still curious where you got the idea to even get one and how you decided on the pattern you got.
Mine were put on by Lathan Connely, Tex Peace, and the ledgendary Brooklyn Blackie. Gives ya an idea of how far back I go. Sadly, they are all faded.
I hate shopping. When I go into a clothing store, I can determine in five minutes whether or not they have what I want, and if they don’t, I leave.
I walked into a very small, very disreputable-looking tattoo place in Ypsilanti, MI with a friend of mine in August 1990 because she was getting her second tat and she knew the guy, so if I decided I wanted one I could get a huge discount.
I had considered it casually and had the remains of my paycheck in my pocket, so I started looking over the flash pieces on the walls. It was really no more than a tin shack, believe it or not, and other than the one window in the front of the shop every wall was covered, floor to ceiling, with flash. I browsed as he finished up the guy in the chair.
After a cursory inspection I had almost decided that there was NO WAY I was getting any of the tired dreck I saw INKED into my SKIN, this piece jumped out at me. I loved it. I said, “Ok, I know what I want,” and Kelly (the tattoo artist, whose last name I never caught) said, “No prob, man.”
This was, as I said, 8/1990, before the “trendy” people really started to get a hold of the tattoo industry (and more power to them, I say; tattoo artists have made a BUNDLE, I’m sure). He looked me, in my polo shirt and cut-off jeans and tennis shoes, up and down, and said, “You sure you want this, honey?” I said, “YEAH!!”
He sat me down, and looked over the piece. He asked me if I wanted any sort of embellishments. Now, flash work is, for the most part, pretty much a simple line drawing; not a lot of detail. I told him to do whatever he thought would be best. He cleaned up my shoulder and got to work. I flinched when he started…of COURSE it hurt, he was driving ink-filled needles into my skin. After a couple of minutes the pain started to fade, and the area pretty much went numb. It twinged occasionally, but nothing unbearable.
When he was done, he brought over a mirror to show me. I was stunned. This tall, lanky, greasy-lookin’, sort of messy biker dude had created a piece of beautiful, delicate art on me. He highlighted, he toned…I was amazed. I couldn’t have been happier.
He got ready to do my friend’s tattoo…she had short, spiked, platinum-blonde hair, ripped-to-hell jeans, Doc Martins, a white t-shirt and a too-big-for-her lether jacket on…definitely looked more the part of a Lady with Ink. Plus, as I said, he knew her. She asked him to create a tribal piece on her, and he started changing out needles, got a new ink tray, etc.
Ypsilanti is RIGHT next to Ann Arbor…home of the University of Michigan, which is (sorry if any of you go there, but) the school to which rich assholes seem to gravitate like flies to cow shit. As he was doing his prep work, three frat boys walked in. Two of them were in the process of convincing their “brother” to get his greek letters tattooed on his ankle…a Bold and Daring move, to be sure. :rolleyes: They told him it didn’t hurt much; he was unsure. They told him they had them too; he was unsure. Finally one of them said, in all seriousness, “Think of all the pussy you’ll get, man!”
Leslie (my friend) and I threw each other a quick Look. Kelly (the tattoo artist) said, “Will you gentlement please excuse me for a moment?” (He really did. Talk about words not matching appearance…) A minute later from the very back of the (admittedly small) building came the sounds of Kelly trying not to let his laughter be heard across the county. The frat boys left, seemingly oblivious and still trying to talk their compadre into getting his letters tattooed on his ankle.
Kelly came back out and he and Leslie and I laughed our asses off. “Think of all the pussy you’ll get!” We were trying to imagine this poor, silly, stupid little boy sitting in a yuppie bar, pulling down his sock to show the latest target of his admiration his “BITCHIN’ tat, man!” and expecting her to swoon instantly into his bed over five or six lines of black ink.
Because my tattoo is on my right shoulder blade, it’s not immediately obvious under normal clothing. For a couple of years - before everyone and his grandmother jumped on the tattoo bandwagon - the reactions of people to the fact that I have a tattoo were very rewarding. A lot of them couldn’t believe that a preppy-ish, normal-looking girl like me had a tattoo. Now, of course, it’s commonplace, and I feel almost let down; I really enjoyed the distinction. 
Longer than anyone wanted, but hey…I only wish I could get in touch with Kelly again. The piece (though very simple) is about 3-4 inches tall and only cost me $35.
Hamad, how much longer are you taking pix? I had some taken but my SO can’t focus #%^&*( and they didn’t turn out clear…I am having some more taken…
I’m taking pix until people get tired of sending them. Brin it on. Two days, two weeks, two months…phhhhht, I’m a housewife, not like I don’t have time to throw up a page every could of days.