Tattoos

Last night Manager Jack asked me about my tattoos. Date Daniel asked me about them the last time we went out too, and both guys seemed impressed? surprised? by the amount of thought and meaning behind these two little box-y bracket-y things on my wrists.

I love my tattoos. I love them a lot. I love what they mean to me and I love how they look. I love them.

And, after nearly three years, I'm starting to get antsy for another one. 

I've considered getting a black and white redwood tree (or cypress tree) on my foot, to symbolize my "roots" in Santa Cruz (how punny of me!). 

I've considered getting a small old sailing ship, to connect back to C.B and Shirley and how Shirley Keeldar calls herself "Captain Keeldar" whenever she feels like she needs the strength, courage and fortitude of a man. I think about that aspect of Shirley a lot, especially when I need a little kick to get back on my feet. I don't call myself Captain Keeldar, but I smile to myself about it.

I've considered getting the word "Go," for obvious SM reasons.

I've considered getting lines from plays, poems or novels I've read.

I want to get a tattoo with Tessie, that are somehow connected if not the same.  But we don't know what that would be yet.

I am so ready for my next one and I just need to be open and let the image, whatever it may be, come to me. I found my current tattoos that way and I need to trust it. But I am so ready.

Here's one of the two identical tattoos I have right now.

And Contraiwise is one of my favorite sites to look through. I've read every entry, twice.

Take a peek.