eltejon: kiwimoogle84: UHC2005: Have ink of Thor and Jormungandr on my shoulder, so I'm getting a kick...

Calvin and Hobbes on one ankle, Opus on the other.

/ no regrets

That is very seriously cool. No sarcasm... very sencire awe.

/and you just stole my heart with that ;-)
//been contemplating getting the equation of lift... just deciding where and finding the right artist

Awww thanks peaches! *hugs* see someone appreciates my nerddom!

/getting a mog on my left arse cheek next

Mawson of the Antarctic: The clearest sign for me that someone needs the knowhowiknowyouregay.jpg is if a beautiful woman who has a tattoo throws themselves at them and they retch with disgust because "she's ruined her beauty with that horrid, whorish ink."

Someone who vehemently hates tattoos on women has something of a closeted Madonna/Whore complex going on. It's just ink! Look at it formally. It's a painting that is in continuous movement and is attached to a being who has an extraordinary realm of associations that enrich or drain the meaning of it on a regular basis.

It's not that at all.

It's... okay, and let's be realistic here: You know how hard it is to look at someone with an obvious disfigurement, like missing front teeth or a huge ugly scar or a missing limb? It's exactly like that. You stop seeing the person, you just keep looking away because you don't want to actively stare at the thing about them which is a disfigurement. Yes, I know you love your ink, and that's fine. But it is a disfigurement, at the very least in the sense that it is an alteration from expected norms.

I don't care if you have a tattoo. Just don't care that some percentage of the population is physically repulsed by them. There's plenty more people who aren't.

/actually isn't bothered by missing teeth or limbs as much as tattoos

Mister Peejay: Mawson of the Antarctic: The clearest sign for me that someone needs the knowhowiknowyouregay.jpg is if a beautiful woman who has a tattoo throws themselves at them and they retch with disgust because "she's ruined her beauty with that horrid, whorish ink."

Someone who vehemently hates tattoos on women has something of a closeted Madonna/Whore complex going on. It's just ink! Look at it formally. It's a painting that is in continuous movement and is attached to a being who has an extraordinary realm of associations that enrich or drain the meaning of it on a regular basis.

It's not that at all.

It's... okay, and let's be realistic here: You know how hard it is to look at someone with an obvious disfigurement, like missing front teeth or a huge ugly scar or a missing limb? It's exactly like that. You stop seeing the person, you just keep looking away because you don't want to actively stare at the thing about them which is a disfigurement. Yes, I know you love your ink, and that's fine. But it is a disfigurement, at the very least in the sense that it is an alteration from expected norms.

I don't care if you have a tattoo. Just don't care that some percentage of the population is physically repulsed by them. There's plenty more people who aren't.

/actually isn't bothered by missing teeth or limbs as much as tattoos

What if, for example, you fell in love with me. Hypothetically of course. If you never saw a single tattoo on my body because I keep them well covered most of the time, then what if, as lovers do, you finally saw my body as we undressed to make love. Would you then suddenly see me as disfigured or repulsive because I had them? Wouldn't you care much more about the good person inside or how I make you feel?

In my opinion, you might as well say you're repulsed by brunettes. I am one. I could easily dye my hair to suit what you think is beauty, but why should I have to? Can't you love a person just on the actions they do, the good deeds, the way they treat people? Or will anyone with ink be forever branded in your mind as repulsive, even six months after you grew to love them as a person? How exactly does that light switch flip for you? That's completely ridiculous.

/you probably have a lot of friends with ink that you don't know about

kiwimoogle84:
What if, for example, you fell in love with me. Hypothetically of course. If you never saw a single tattoo on my body because I keep them well covered most of the time, then what if, as lovers do, you finally saw my body as we undressed to make love. Would you then suddenly see me as disfigured or repulsive because I had them? Wouldn't you care much more about the good person inside or how I make you feel?

That's a good question, and the immediate answer is that I have no idea, since I've never found myself in that position.

To date, no girl I've fallen in love with ever felt the need to wear makeup or style their hair other than basic hygenic care, either. That probably ties in with the kind of personality that I find attractive, and extrapolating out, I could assume that this extends to a similar attitude towards tattoos, so I probably will never find myself in that position either.

I do have friends and co-workers with ink, FWIW, albeit of the very small/discreet/hidden type. Also, one of my aunts actually has a well done Phantom of the Opera themed tattoo on her inner forearm, and a cousin has probably five or six by now. She's always so proud of them, so I politely check out the new one on her shoulder or whatever when she wants to show it off, and say it looks pretty sweet, while trying to ignore that this is something permanent she did to her skin.

And then I keep remembering the tattoo my grandfather had on his arm, which was of an anchor, or a fish, or maybe it was a tiller wheel? Some greenish-black blob the size of a half-dollar. That actually doesn't bother me that much, it just looks like some birthmark. (He was also a below-knee amputee, which is probably why the concept doesn't freak me out)

I do notice that when I meet a girl and see that she has a tattoo, I immediately shuffle them off into friend-zone. Which, perversely, makes them easier to talk to, and I feel more confident around them because I'm really not worried about what they're thinking about me. Heh. Life's weird sometimes.

In short? I have no idea, but there seem to be other effects in play that would keep me from finding out. (And god, don't ever dye your hair, especially if it's the kind that comes out in different colors, that is almost as cool as heterochromia)

Mister Peejay: kiwimoogle84:
What if, for example, you fell in love with me. Hypothetically of course. If you never saw a single tattoo on my body because I keep them well covered most of the time, then what if, as lovers do, you finally saw my body as we undressed to make love. Would you then suddenly see me as disfigured or repulsive because I had them? Wouldn't you care much more about the good person inside or how I make you feel?

That's a good question, and the immediate answer is that I have no idea, since I've never found myself in that position.

To date, no girl I've fallen in love with ever felt the need to wear makeup or style their hair other than basic hygenic care, either. That probably ties in with the kind of personality that I find attractive, and extrapolating out, I could assume that this extends to a similar attitude towards tattoos, so I probably will never find myself in that position either.

I do have friends and co-workers with ink, FWIW, albeit of the very small/discreet/hidden type. Also, one of my aunts actually has a well done Phantom of the Opera themed tattoo on her inner forearm, and a cousin has probably five or six by now. She's always so proud of them, so I politely check out the new one on her shoulder or whatever when she wants to show it off, and say it looks pretty sweet, while trying to ignore that this is something permanent she did to her skin.

And then I keep remembering the tattoo my grandfather had on his arm, which was of an anchor, or a fish, or maybe it was a tiller wheel? Some greenish-black blob the size of a half-dollar. That actually doesn't bother me that much, it just looks like some birthmark. (He was also a below-knee amputee, which is probably why the concept doesn't freak me out)

I do notice that when I meet a girl and see that she has a tattoo, I immediately shuffle them off into friend-zone. Which, perversely, makes them easier to talk to, and I feel more confident around them because I'm really not worried abo ...

An honest answer and very polite. But for the record, saying something you dislike is about as cool as heterochromia is a touch insulting, considering my younger sister has one blue eye and one green eye and I think they're gorgeous.

kiwimoogle84: But for the record, saying something you dislike is about as cool as heterochromia is a touch insulting, considering my younger sister has one blue eye and one green eye and I think they're gorgeous.

Parsing error, I'm afraid. Poorly worded sentence. Heterochromia is cool, in eyes and in hair. Dying heterochromic hair is a sin! (images of Alexander de Large should go here)

/partial heterochromia in both eyes - left eye hazel with a spot of green, right eye brown with a blue ring
/can't figure out how to get it to come out in photographs. eyes are really reflective!

eltejon: kiwimoogle84: eltejon: kiwimoogle84: UHC2005: Have ink of Thor and Jormungandr on my shoulder, so I'm getting a kick...

Calvin and Hobbes on one ankle, Opus on the other.

/ no regrets

That is very seriously cool. No sarcasm... very sencire awe.

/and you just stole my heart with that ;-)
//been contemplating getting the equation of lift... just deciding where and finding the right artist

Awww thanks peaches! *hugs* see someone appreciates my nerddom!

/getting a mog on my left arse cheek next

There is a reason you were already highlighted.

Back atcha :)

MoronLessOff: kiwimoogle84: /getting a mog on my left arse cheek next

Like this?
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kiwimoogle84: ...my younger sister has one blue eye and one green eye and I think they're gorgeous.
Freakin' awesome.

I'm referring to the final fantasy creature, m'dear. And yeah I wish I got just ONE of her eyes- stuck with brown. Le sigh. :)