It’s that time of year when I put some fresh ink on my canvas, aka my body.
My body. My expressions. My designs. My tats tell a story of sorts. They have meaning and normally signify moments in my life path. A triumph. A struggle. A birth. A tribute. The list could go on. I’m often asked about my tats. I’m even sometimes judged for them.
No matter what others think, I still do me. I have one heart, one brain, one body to live in and I’m going to make it as customizable as I envision.
So what’s the new piece? A piece of ass so to speak. Where is it? You will have to see me in person to see that, I suppose. Maybe it’s visible maybe it’s not?!?!