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Tatted up.

You were built inside a woman. Her body made your bones, your two sets of teeth, your organs and your skin. Wait, I think I heard somewhere that your skin is an organ. I should google that.

My point is that parents tend to take ownership over you because you are extension of them. And they should take ownership over you, up to a certain age. Parents need to teach their young how to survive in this world. When you become a parent, you become a teacher.

Sometimes parents have all the answers.

Sometimes parents don’t.

When there isn’t an answer, the answer is, “Because I said so.” It’s not necessarily a good explanation but it works. Ok, sometimes it works.

“Dad, can I get my belly button pierced?”

“No.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so.”

I got my belly button pierced anyway. I was in high school. My dad found out a few weeks later. My dad chased me around the house, trying to rip the piercing out. My siblings stood in the corner and watched with imaginary halos on their heads. I was horrified for the amount of blood that might spew.

My dad never got the belly button ring out. He calmed down. He’s not an violent father. But he is a father of four and my siblings and I had a reputation of sending babysitters home – never to be seen again.

I’m guessing from my dad’s reaction, he would have said no to a tattoo request. He still repeats the story about my mom taking me to get my ears pierced at age 2. “Oh, my poor little Julie. My little girl came home in tears because they put holes in her ears. I couldn’t take it.”

I’ve never asked my dad why he’s against tattoos or piercings. I’m guessing he doesn’t want us to regret it later in life. Or maybe he fears an infection. But knowing my dad, he most likely thinks we’ll look like drunk pirates on the high seas with a bottle of rum. I always did like Captain Morgan.  

Other than a few piercings, no one in my family or Scott’s family has any body modifications.

Scott got his first tattoo last week. He’s talked about getting a tattoo for years. Not only did he get his first tattoo, he got a half sleeve. He booked the tattoo appointment months ago. The tattoo took 7 hours.

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It’s a hunting scene. A hunter is aiming an arrow at a deer. The ground is a deer skull. The trees in the woods are the deer skull’s antlers. There’s smoke swirling.

The tattoo is not done yet. Scott goes back at the end of this month for another 7 hours to finish up details and to wrap the tattoo further into the back of his arm.

Scott didn’t ask permission from his parents. His parents didn’t even know about the tattoo until the pictures showed up on their phone. They are happy Scott is happy. Or maybe parents get to the age where they don’t care anymore. The tattoo is Scott. I can’t think of a better image for his arm. He’s thinking about adding a marlin tattoo on the other arm.

As for me, I’m planning on getting an anchor on the inside of my forearm. It will represent my love for fishing beside Scott.

Fishing on the high seas with a bottle of rum. Because I said so.

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