Last night I went into No Regrets Tattoos in Champaign to start my 4th tattoo – don’t judge me. This is my second one that Justin McCarty is doing – he’s good – a cocky pain in the ass, that bitches at me constantly – but cute and fun to talk to while he inflicts pain – that I pay him for?!?!?! Still – no judging!
And by the way, I did ask him if I could use his name. He said I could – I will post a picture so you can see the kind of work he can do – keep in mind this is free hand. That takes a lot of confidence – his self-confidence and my confidence in him.
Happily it is perfectly acceptable to swear when you are getting a tattoo – I mother fucked him more than once. I also spread the word that calling me a pussy for being nervous was incorrect --- being weak and delicate means you are a nut sack. Let’s get that straight – I was in fact a pussy (tough) and sat there for three hours. It’s tricky work and I fidget a lot – that was pointed out to me on several occasions. He should have just been happy that I didn’t kick him in the balls – it was my foot he was working on.
If you have not had a tattoo, be warned, you and your artist get to know each other pretty well. Some of the things Cupcake (they call him Cookie in the shop – doesn’t fit – so I decided that to me, he is Cupcake) learned about me:
I don’t know right from left without giving it some thoughtful consideration.
If there are Pringles around I use them to make duck lips.
I have trouble deciding which restroom to use in public places if they are not clearly marked.
There were several more things but those are between me and my artist.
One more free plug in the Bytch blog tonight – the Monday night bartender at Radio Maria makes the most incredible coffee infused tequila drinks – one that is almost like chocolate milk, and one that tastes like a pumpkin spice latte. I did not drink until my session was over – by then we both needed a drink! Next session will be to get color – another couple of hours – I may tell you ahead of time in case you want to drop in and schedule a tat for yourself – unless you are too big a nut sack to get one.
Love,
The Gym Bytch