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[Mar. 18th, 2011|03:32 am] |
Life has a way of drawing you in and spinning you around, a way of pinning you to the board like a butterfly, wings spread to admire but flitting uselessly as you try to escape. That's life though and what you do while you're pinned is one of those things, one of those things that every one of us has to consider. Me, I think. I think entirely too much. It's one of those things. The more I think the more I become angry and the more I wish to rage until I tear myself from the pins, leaving my wings punctured and bleeding.
Then I do it, puncture myself and fly for a while, suspended like superman.
Legislators are 'cracking down'. Fuck them. If a dermal punch is safer than any other method, let us use it, none of us are pretending to be doctors.
Magnets, piercings, subdermals, not for beauty but for an extra sense. This, this I can get behind. I can feel the currents around me. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2010|07:30 am] |
[Blood like rain pattering with a song all it's own upon the metal beneath. It chimes, sweet and clear the notes a beat of her heart, echoed in the bone. Days and nights fade into monotony, nothing has meaning, nothing has power. Aesthetic perfection, sought but unattainable, no longer a ritual or rite of passage, emptiness and the hope of fitting in with those who rebel. So much has changed, always, ever, continuing to change and no longer for the best. Rage against the darkness, the emptiness, the searing chill that permeates the flesh and the hollowness that lies beneath. There was a time when the blood was hotter than a summer storm, now chilled in veins that seem sluggish.
~The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting~ play piercing, as if the penetration of cold steel into hot flesh could ever be simply play. Is it the pain, the steel, or the blood that makes her feel something, even for the briefest moments, something. Warcries, the Kanien'kehaka, songs that echo in her memory, in her heart. Songs that echo in her bones. A memory of a time when she meant something, ritual and pain, blood spilled hotly, hot as the tears that come from memory's loss. Needles with their incongruously bright plastic tips, left in the sink with blood and salt. The shop is closed tonight, tomorrow.] |
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[Sep. 18th, 2010|03:34 pm] |
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How can someone compare tattoos who have a story and piercings that are symmetrical and well thought out to binge drinking? Furthermore, this is thing is supposed to promote individuality and self-expression. Self-expression but they are going to compare a guy whose tattoos mean something to him to binge fucking drinking? What the fuck is wrong with people? |
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[Jun. 4th, 2010|10:42 am] |
The problems with the medical associations and subdermal implants/dermal punching continues. It hurts, it makes my head hurt, my skin itch. What next, will they outlaw piercings in general because the doctors aren't making any money off of it? That's the real issue. It's not like body modification artists are out there pretending to have a medical licenses, or like those with a medical license are skilled in body modification. Healing a wound is not like forming a healthy fistula, using a dermal punch to insert a subdermal implant is not like getting your appendix out. Hell, 'medical professionals' who went to community college three nights a week for six months are allowed to use subdermal punches for biopsies but someone who has studied and researched the body, how it heals and knows all about creating and healing wounds, and has been in practice for decades is somehow less competent.
I need to get out of new england for a while, go somewhere where this isn't such a big issue, but I can't leave my shop, can't leave the girls. And the pain isn't helping anymore |
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[Mar. 24th, 2010|01:31 pm] |
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I've decided that I am going to hunt down Henry Rollins and do evil, sexy things to him. I may even wear a little green latex catsuit and sneak into his window. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2010|09:49 am] |
Nngh. I feel.. like sleeping for the next three or four years. Maybe I drank too much last night, it's possible, I've done it before. I think though it has more to do with the headaches that some of my best professionals are feeling at the moment. Legislation has been passed in three states specifically prohibiting the use of dermal punches by body modification professionals. New Jersey is the closest of these states. Two of these states have also banned suspensions and single point piercings. This is extremely frustrating to those who find personal and aesthetic value in microdermals and the growing popularity of them.
Branding, scarification, tongue splitting and pearling and other implants have also been banned in some of these states. Legislation is ongoing in others. Why? Because fucking medical boards are whining that this is unlicensed medical practice.
Bull. Fucking. Shit.
Kiss my lily white ass. Suspensions and tongue splitting have been going on for hundreds of years, far longer than your little medical boards and licensing have existed. People were doing suspensions for religious ceremonies back when medicine involved fleams and blistering cups. Fuck you.
I'm going back to bed. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2010|01:19 pm] |
I understand that people want to do something to show their love this time of year. I'm cool with that. Getting matching tattoos when you've only been together for two weeks is probably a bad thing to do though. Maybe it will work out and they'll be together for a long time, but chances are you'll have half a tattoo for the rest of your life and a relationship that didn't last.
Getting matching piercings isn't as bad unless they are permanent, as is the case with microdermals, some subdermal bars, et cetera. You can't count on anyone to be there forever.. or even just for the rest of your life. No one, no matter how good things seem. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|04:19 pm] |
I'm filled with 'pissed off' today. Everything keeps fucking irritating me. It started with someone linking me an image of a person with extreme piercings and some other modifications. Apparently, this was so that I could join them in laughing at said person, along with the rest of the internet. Some days I wish I could just fucking tell the world who I am and start smiting a bitch for that shit. Anyway, she knows I am not amused by her fuckery.
Fuck sheeple and their fucking 'I'm better than you because you're weird' bullshit! |
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[Jan. 24th, 2010|11:51 am] |
Last night was a bad night. There's something in the water, they all seemed to want some sort of cleansing pain. 'I left him, give me something to remember this', 'I want one for each of those I lost.', 'I can't stop, and I'm not sure I want to.' Those that came in for tats, scars and brands didn't seem to be like that. So I have to wonder, do I want to hurt now because they want to hurt, or do they want to hurt because I do?
Sometimes it's not what it was meant to be and sometimes, neither am I. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:21 pm] |
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So tired. Cannot believe the swarm of tweens with their crazy mothers wanting tongue and navel piercings. Sorry, you'll have to find someone who cares less. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|07:17 pm] |
...I think I might be in loveust. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:13 am] |
I've got the sketches drawn up for the tats I want beneath my hipbones. They are going to be 12 kinds of hot. As usual, I'm going to be waiting a while before I get them. I know I like the design, it's part of the larger one I have on my lower back, but I need time to decide if I like the placement and to be sure that this is what I want.
I'm driving out to Detroit to see the New York Dolls on the 16th. It's apparently their last date in the U.S. before they start their U.K. tour. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:14 pm] |
I am very much a fan of Paul King and his scientific, research based take on body piercing through the ages, specifically nipple piercing. He debunks some common misconceptions such as that roman gladiators had pierced nipples. The idea doesn't make sense so the fact that 'it made a good story' is complete bunk. A gladiator would not want pierced nipples as they would most certainly be gripped and pulled out. Roman gladiators often wore the ampallang, appadravya or prince albert as a means of securing their bits where they were not an easy handhold. For his research, I applaud Mr. King.
What I do not applaud is the euro-centric take his recent articles on nipple piercings take. He mentions only one tribe of Native Americans that pierced their nipples prior to the 1800's, when there were in fact quite a few, he does not even mention the fact that the Mayans and Aztecs were believed to have done so as well. He does the same thing when it comes to female nipple piercings, mentioning only that it began in Bavaria in the 1800's when again there were native tribes, and cultures in South America, Africa the Middle East and south eastern europe that did so centuries before Queen Isabella.
Piercings have been a cultural, aesthetic, functional and sacred part of society so long as humans have had society. The stone age form of the Ice Man had both piercings and tattoos. |
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[Oct. 18th, 2009|12:23 am] |
( [Private] )
I need a distraction. I need a drink. I need to be penetrated get out. I need to be violated dance. Going out tonight. Drinks are on me if you can find me. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|11:45 am] |
I love off days. No appointments, no being at work to discuss aftercare and position of future work, nothing. Though yes, of course I love my job, everyone needs some time off.
I'm going to sit around in my pajamas today and watch movies. I think Strangeland maybe, it's a movie I both love and hate. I can understand the antagonist/protagonists feeling that the youth of today have lost all sense of ceremony, of sacred rites, of trial by pain. I don't approve of his methods though, absolutely not.
Urban tribal movement and a return to something sacred, how I love thee.
edit: So, what's the local version of Xibalba here? |
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|06:10 pm] |
So this kid comes in for his appointment with something white smeared all over his lower lip. The flesh is blanched and he's drooling a little bit. Apparently he had gotten into his grandma's hemorrhoid cream and smeared it on his lower lip before coming in for a labret. Of course he did not know that the piercing is called a labret, he just wanted one, like mine, with a loop but only on one side.
The pain is part of the process. It's a price to pay for something that is not merely symbolic of a scene or subculture, but of a rite of passage. All rites should involve a little pain. Graduation does not come without finals, adulthood does not come without puberty, children do not come without childbirth (or surgery). Even sexual pleasure does not come without pain, the loss of virginity for a girl is a painful thing and for a boy the fear, the embarrassment the tension involved is painful too.
If you negate a part of the process, you negate the symbolism involved and you're left with nothing. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
You ever have those days where you go to bed, nice and snuggled into your fluffy feather tic and then you wake up four hours too early and you feel like the world turtle? You know, like while you were sleeping someone put three elephants and the world ontop of you in whatever position you were in? Yeah, that's me at the moment.
In the plans for the day, long hot bath, buttermilk pancakes with chocolate chips, heading in to work to check my schedule, fucking off around the city between clients. I've got the first two down, I'm even dressed I just need to head into work and see what I've got planned.
We don't do walk-ins baby-cakes. Walk-ins are for people who want spur of the moment work, I don't believe in that shit.
Drum circle tonight then I'm going out. What's fun in this town? |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|12:35 pm] |
The shop's open officially. We've got three people on staff. Mina's amazing with branding and scarification, Loren's awesome when he's got a gun in his hand, and I'm the best you'll ever see, baby.
Gods and Goddesses get a discount! You know you want me.
Otherwise, now that work has been accomplished, I need to go out and play. I want to meet some of you, no, I want to meet all of you. We all have history, or futures. I've got drum circle in an hour but then I'm free all night. Free to dance, to drink, to play, to hurt, to love. |
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