I love my #tattoos. A beautiful art hard fought for and won. In a world that is cheap, a tattoo is less easy. I feel something, and not only from what I can see. My #art is painful. Intrusive. Permanent. I am forever wed to it and to those parts of myself.
As I age, so they will age—with splendour or revulsion, not unlike myself. And when I am dead, rotting in the ground, my art will vanish with me.
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