Seriously? I didn't ever think I'd be writing this about people in this city, but come on. I was on the receiving end of four rude comments today about my tattoos. Yes, I have ink in my skin, but it's not like it's pictures of dicks or vulgar phrases. I get tattoos when something of significance happens in my life. So why is it such a big deal to random people on the street? To the older woman with the blue coat, actually, I was raised in a Catholic home, and I still got tattoos. To the guy who told his kids I was a skin head, I'm not, I only shave my head because of male pattern baldness, and to the third individual, you're really not worth the time to explain anything to.
---Tattooed, but neither rude nor crude.