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Monday, March 6, 2017

Misconception: tattoo + tattoo = best friends

Humans socialize by relativity, which gives them a sense of belonging to a group, an interest, or a lifestyle. For example, you would be more likely to be friends with a similar taste in music, as opposed to one who does not. While human interactions and social networking differ on several different scales, this is one theory that is fairly solid.


Having said that, there are also several other factors to take into account when socializing - demographic, personal beliefs and principles, language barriers, etc. When two people share a strong relativity to a certain entity - let's say, their favorite band - they might become the best of friends, provided that other elements of themselves are compatible, and if not, whether or not they are willing to compromise and tolerate certain traits of each other that might not necessarily align with their own.


Now, I'm known to be someone who really likes tattoos and have some knowledge about the local tattoo scene. I offer my limited knowledge wherever I can to peers or people I know who have questions. Most of the accounts I follow on Instagram, Tumblr, and Facebook are somewhat related to tattoos.


My company recently recruited a new member of staff, who happens to be a girl, who also happens to have an interest in tattoos, which is cool - as it is, our company is a dry desert with almost no girls, so a girl who has a similar interest as mine (relativity), all the better.


My superiors emphasized this point to me: that she was also a girl who emphasizes her embrace of tattoos, and that I would get along well with her.


While I have several friends and acquaintances with whom I share interests with, there are also several people who share mutual interests with me that either do not like me, are not liked by me, mutually hate each other, or we just do not speak. For example, I know guys who have tattoos who hate my guts because "girls are not supposed to have tattoos"; I know people who have tattoos whom I cannot/don't get along with either because we don't go with the same crowd, or our personalities limit our communication.


It was like how my parents expected me to get along with a family friend's daughter, who's around the same age as I am. I didn't get along with her, but ironically, my younger sister did. Whether it was the social awkwardness that plagues my social life, or that we just couldn't get along, I don't know. Not that we hated each other - I just didn't have much to say to her.


Tattoos and the industry itself is marvelous, and it's a really great thing to bring people together to share aesthetic opinions, broadening the spectrum of art styles within the industry, and just fawning over awesome needlework in general.


It does not, however, guarantee that anyone would get along with anyone else who has an interest in tattoos.


Some people get tattoos purely for the aesthetic value. Some get them for attention. Some get them as a memento of a life event. Regardless of the reason that one gets a tattoo, it's not "wrong" if it's by an artist who knows what they're doing.


I avoid "regretting" a tattoo by making sure they have substantial meaning before I go ahead to even research who does the best in the style I'm looking for. Apart from being a little skeptical of those who get tattoos just for the sake of getting them (without knowing what they want or what they derive from the tattoo), or opting only within the range of Pinterest/Tumblr tattoos, I respect everyone's objective of getting any tattoos, even if I quietly judge shitty tattoo choices/placement.


But apart from our interest in body art, our core beliefs may differ. Our lifestyles may differ. These differences may dictate whether or not we get along well. Our interests only serve as a potential catalyst to becoming acquaintances, let alone friends.

Friday, March 3, 2017

"Can I see your buttcheek tattoo?" - how about "fuck off"?

I wish I could say that I never get sexually harassing messages from strangers online, but given my tendency to take strategically covered topless selfies and upload them to social media, I guess I could say that I'm partially asking for it, since I do voluntarily 'expose' my body on a public platform.


It has come to a point where it's no longer offensive, but hilarious that some dudes would be so desperate as to take a roundabout way to ask for a nude (this is purely my assumption, which will be illustrated later in the post).


In the light of my recent weightloss, new-found self confidence, and new tattoo(s), I've taken up my old university habit of uploading censored topless selfies again (during which, these messages periodically popped up in my Facebook inbox). I don't know whether this directly provoked the Instagram DM from this dude, but it is my best theory as for the 3 years that I hadn't uploaded similar selfies, there weren't such messages within my inbox.


So this guy followed my Instagram some while ago. It was not until 28 Feb that he sent the first message, or rather, I saw his message in my DM inbox. I'll let the screenshots do the talking. Identity will be blurred out, cuz I just wanna point out the disgusting misogynistic objectification that still exists today, not to bash the dude. (I end up bashing his sorry-ass who unfollowed me after I sent the last message)


The conversation started innocently enough, asking about my tattoos. I felt it a bit off, but I credited that to my extreme paranoia and narcissism:


And as the conversation progressed from asking about my hannya, to my arm tattoo, things took an uncomfortable turn:
 
And my response to such an outward approach to presumably ask for a nude is as follows. Given, he took a really long time to reply to me eventually, he "found it a bit personal" that I was asking for his relationship status.

Oh yes, sir, very personal, as if your request to see my "butt cheek tattoo" wasn't personal at all. My response thus far (he has not responded yet, though he has read the message):


Whether they're professional adult models or regular people who have a knack for tattoos and/or selective nudity, what makes one think it's okay to hide behind a private profile and yet have the "balls" to "jokingly" ask for such personal items from said people, especially if they're strangers?


Oh, wait. Yes. Men are supposed to be entitled to women. NOT.


Now, most people will tell me I asked for it since I posted racy selfies. Posting racy selfies is not an open invitation to all to request "special privileges", regardless of your position in my life, and especially if you are a stranger.


And when you get called out for your bullshit, don't give a cowardly, lame excuse like "it was a joke". It's not a joke. Since when did asking for a photo of a girl's butt cheek become a joke? Can I randomly message you, asking about your tattoos, then ask for a photo of an intimate body part? I think regardless of how I seem to look on social media, you would feel invaded.


And what a fucking joke it is when you turn around to tell me that I asked a personal question. Oh, asking a random stranger for a nude isn't personal? What, asking for your relationship status is now "too personal" for your cowardly self? Your profile on lockdown, yet somehow, deep inside that chasm of desperation, you managed to heave out your cowardly, misogynistic balls to ask me something like that?


Oh yeah, unfollow me like the coward you are, unable to stand your ground against a random, slutty girl on Instagram who asked to be sexually harassed by posting racy selfies. Tell me, what if I were your sister, your mum, or your friend? How comfortable will you be with a random creep on the internet ask them for nudes when they decide to celebrate their moment of self confidence with a selfie, albeit a not-so-appropriate one?


Is this about the whole "women should dress more modestly to avoid sexual attention from men" rhetoric again? If it is, please castrate yourself and fuck yourself with said castrated dick, or even better get someone to ram into your ass without lube. What are scantily clad women to you but objects that you can sexualize and manipulate as you please, as if you are entitled to us in some twisted way? We don't owe anyone anything, not even our partners/lovers/spouses. How about you try treating girls and women like actual people? Who knows, you might actually get laid for once.


I found it funny when it was actually happening. I was laughing for 20 minutes straight at how pathetically desperate you were enough to do such a lowly thing, but I had no idea I'd go into a ranting rage. Who are you, to just brush off your sexual harassment with a stupid excuse that it's a joke? Which part of you had the right to think that you were entitled to any of my photos that aren't already on my account (which is fucking public, btw), when you are nothing but a stranger to me? When the fuck did it become acceptable to sexually harass anyone, regardless of if it's just an innocent jab or full-on violence?


You know why guys like you are still single? You can't get past your own fucking "manly" (read: misogy-fucking-nistic) ego to respect women as people that are equal to you, if not above you. No one owes you anything - not your family, not your friends, no one. You reap what you sow, and if you sow bullshit and you have the misfortune of meeting a bitch like me, please get your ass ready to be horse-fucked cuz you gonna get an ass full of bull, horse, and dog shit.


And unfortunately for you, people like Christian Grey don't actually get the girl. People who gives respect and treats women as people get the girl. Do the world a favor, piss off your misogynistic ass and die, please. Oh, yes, objectify all you want, I anticipated that when I started posting half-naked shit on the internet (although you are still a disgusting shit-bag for doing so). But please keep your twisted, misogynistic fantasies to yourself and continue fapping. Or buy a fleshlight, they come in all kinds of shapes and sizes now, so feel free to browse. Or actually treat a girl like a human being for once, and pray you don't bump into ranty bitches like me anymore if you decide that your poor dick is still entitled to fap to any of my personal photos.


I would very much like to expose you, then burn you at the stake after very slowly castrating you with a blunt serrated blade. But I'll just report your account to Instagram :)


#rantover

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

NEW TATTOO: #4 君の名わ

Ironically, I'm blogging about this sooner than I am with finishing my China trip blog post (read: I hate sorting through photos).


Usually I'd go through the really long rant of explaining the meaning of my tattoos - this time I think I'd opt out.


All I'd say is, I still haven't actually tattooed someone's name on me.


The urge came right after I (finally) watched Kimi no Na Wa, and felt that the entire story pretty much visualized what I thought love was - fated, and more often than not relied heavily on chance and timing. That feeling of constantly looking for something... or someone, somehow feeling like something has been forgotten, but could not or would not remember what it is. That desperation of clinging on to every memory of the person, who may or may not be your destined, but what you do know is that they mean so much to you, so much more than so many others because they really are that special.


I wanted it simple and clean. I first contacted Pink Tattoos, but I didn't browse their social media first and did not realize they were on Christmas break. So I contacted Dr. Ink through WeChat, and set an afternoon for a consultation.


Since Dr Ink is also a bar, they open at 4pm at Scott Garden. I would say this would be one of my more comfortable consultations, as I had someone with me and it was close enough in proximity to where I lived.

A video posted by Kellie Low 紫倩 (@thecheanie) on


I got inked on the last day of 2016, and on this day I learned 3 things:
  1. ALWAYS properly check if you've actually brought your wallet with you when you go out
  2. Have some bits of cash in the car just in case you forgot to bring your aforementioned wallet so you can actually get out of the parking lot
  3. Patience is a virtue when removing surgical tape (more on this later)
The funny thing was, I felt that my handbag seemed lighter than normal, but probably because of the speed in which events were happening, and as my nervousness heightened while I visualized the possible pain, I just ignored the cue.



The entire piece took about an hour to complete, from stencil to completion. During this hour, I attempted to use my Kaneki distraction method - to spam someone counting back from 1000 in sevens, until we started talking about another topic, which either distracted from the pain or I gradually accustomed to the level of expected pain.


Our topics of discussion included the possible effect of my original binge drinking plan on my tattoo, how my hand was almost constantly in contact with the crotch of my artist's drop-crotch pants, and a few of WeChat's new emojis (which are funny AF btw).


I was given the usual Vitamin A+D emollient, and instructions to remove the dressing and wash with regular body wash/soap after 4 hours.


4 hours rolled around, and I did something extremely stupid. The only other experience I had with surgical tape is some really old stock from my ex's house, so they weren't as sticky. At first I peeled them off slowly, but in my impatience and assumption that a quick tug would hurt less (completely glossing over the fact that waxing salons always hold the skin in place to avoid excessive tugging), I tried to rip out what was left of the dressing, and ended up bruising the parts where the tape was stuck.

A photo posted by Kellie Low 紫倩 (@thecheanie) on


However, I also noticed that I actually bruised from this particular tattoo. It could be due to the sensitivity of the area, combined with the fact that I bruise very easily.


It is now day 4, and the peeling and itching has officially begun. I'm still using the A+D especially for time when I know I'd be rubbing it against something for some time (e.g. sleeping, at work with a hoodie on), but I do layer some After Inked right after my shower for moisturizing.


Expect the next tattoo-related post around February - I've booked a session with an amazing artist for a rather unique piece on my dad's birthday (what a way to celebrate).