Tattoo number 2: On the root of a fixation

It’s exactly a month today that I took the day off work and set off in my car to Cambridgeshire to get my second tattoo. As of now, it’s continuing to heal pretty well, though there’s at least one spot that will need touching up – due to what I think was some skin cracking … Continue reading Tattoo number 2: On the root of a fixation →

My first tattoo

Credit: Lucas Guimarães/Pexel I got my first tattoo yesterday. A big moment, especially considering that a tattoo is something I’ve wanted for several years. If only vaguely to begin. Still, much as I’ve wanted one and for as long as I’ve wanted one, I was surprised that on the morning of this significant and irreversible event … Continue reading My first tattoo →