And I have a pretty high pain tolerance and am not the sort to run screaming from needles, so my only excuse for not having one is my inability to think of something I would want on my body for that long. And I assumed that this would stay this way until I was out to dinner with a friend and he smiled as I pulled out my wallet to pay for the meal. And like that it hit me—this was something I would never get tired of. The more I think about it, the more I want to do it. One that speaks volumes about who I am as a person, yet will still spur those who see to ask to learn more.
This is why women get inked: Feminism, tattoos and the new politics of body art
Why I Will Never, Ever, Ever Regret My Tattoos
During the Holocaust, concentration camp prisoners received tattoos only at one location, the Auschwitz concentration camp complex. Incoming prisoners were assigned a camp serial number which was sewn to their prison uniforms. Only those prisoners selected for work were issued serial numbers; those prisoners sent directly to the gas chambers were not registered and received no tattoos. Initially, the SS authorities marked prisoners who were in the infirmary or who were to be executed with their camp serial number across the chest with indelible ink. As prisoners were executed or died in other ways, their clothing bearing the camp serial number was removed.
Before women are ever exposed to the world of alternative body modification, they have been overexposed to the beauty culture through their personal interactions as well as the media. They have developed an identity based upon their gender performance, sexuality, race, nationality, age, and ability. With the addition of becoming heavily tattooed, their embodiment identities intersect with these other factors. Lesbians and bisexual women may face additional stigma if their tattooing reinforces a butch appearance, but less so for a feminine one.
Tattooing for fashion, for love or revenge. For a promise. Drunk tattoos.