My current WIP is a series featuring a heavy metal band and a group of tattoo artists. I love writing about opposites attract couples so my stories usually pairs a more straightlaced character with someone a lot more rebellious or counter-culture. A while back I read the Midnight Ink box set which features a few of my favorite authors and several awesome authors I hadn’t read yet. Loved these novellas…every last one! The set contains several different stories that are in some way connected to a tattoo parlor in New Orleans. Although some of the stories overlapped or had tie-ins, each was unique and carried itself apart of the group. I enjoyed the concept and found myself wondering how much work (and fun) these amazing writers had to go through to put something this cool together. Bravo! And, thank you!
A post by one of the authors (and one of my favorites), Sidney Bristol, got me thinking about tattoos and why I have always been so attracted to them. Do I think tattoos are sexy? Duh. Why do I think tattoos are sexy? Uh.
Hmmm. Really good question to ponder. I love tattoos. I have several and am working with my artist on a full back piece. I especially love them on men. Always have. In fact, when given the choice between the stable successful businessman or the sexy tattooed bad boy, I dumped suit guy and picked the bad boy. And I never looked back. Two amazing kids and almost 24 years later, I’m pretty sure I made the right decision.
But I love good tattoos. “Good” being the operative word. I realize art is subjective, but I have seen some pretty fugly tattoos in my day (I’m in my 40s). As a fan of music, I have spent a good amount of time at shows, concerts, and festivals. I have had the privilege to meet some amazing fans and musicians. But I have also played witness to my share of ugliness in the name of ink. Ugh.
To me, the decision to permanently modify your body is big. Big big. I’m pretty impulsive, but I would never just throw something on my body that didn’t have some meaning or symbolism attached to it. And, granted, even good tattoos age over time. Although some of my husband’s tattoos he’s had forever have faded and widened over time, they still have a beautiful patina that I find incredibly sexy. Because they were done well.
I find the entire tattooing process to be very sensual and personal – from the design to application to the finished art-adorned body. I am attracted to the quality within a person that decides to get a tattoo – that rebellious, nonconformist hunger still runs thick through my blood. I’m fascinated by the styles of art people put on their bodies. I prefer more artistic, modern ink as opposed to the more traditional Asian styles my husband is covered in.