Tattoos

I read an article today called The top 10 most tattooed cities in America. Well, OK, I didn’t really read it; I skimmed through it just to see what cities they listed. Then I started reading the comments and that was probably a mistake. There were something like 11 comments when I first read them. By the time I finished writing and posting my comment, it was more like 100.


So, before I posted mine all I had seen were negative comments. After I posted and started reading through more, it had turned around and there were more positive comments than negative.

Personally, I love tattoos. I think they are sexy, and just plain pleasant to the eye. There are some really beautiful works of art out there, and I love that, but those aren’t the only ones that grab me.

There is something else about the look of tattoos that I love, and I hadn’t realized it until recently. It doesn’t matter if it is any good or if it is even close enough for me to make it out. I still love the way they look on the body. Or, maybe I should say I love the way bodies look with tattoos on them.

One thing that really annoyed me the almost apologetic way that some people said they only had small, “tasteful” tattoos, so that was OK, often implying that large tattoos or those with certain subject matter were not OK. Tasteful is subjective.

Personally, I don’t care if they are tasteful or not. I just love tattoos. I love looking at them. I love having them. I love getting them. I am picky about the ones I get on myself. I don’t see myself ever walking into a tattoo shop and picking out a piece of flash. That’s just not my style. But, that doesn’t mean I don’t like the artwork or that I don’t like that kind of tattoo on someone else.

My husband has tattoos. It was one of the first things I noticed about him. Actually, it was the very first thing I noticed. The first thing he said to me was a question about one of my tattoos.

So what about you? Do you think tattoos are sexy?