"Ganito, gawa tayo nang Family Crest... May Letter A na malaki for Atadero tapos yung dalawang aso natin si labradog at blackie na naka sampa sa A instead na leon! tapos yung ang ipa tattoo natin sa noo mo...".
Pinag uusapan namin kung anong style ng tattoo ang maganda. My sister likes oriental tattoos. Kois and geishas, kanji...my dad likes the traditinal ones hearts and skulls and roses...my mom likes the invisible ones best of all. "tattoo tattoo..pang mga preso! ang cheap cheap! ang panget tignan! hindi disente!..." she starts "eh bakit si uncle million nagpa tattoo ng kilay hindi nyo naman sinasabihan ng cheap..." yes you read that right. My UNCLE with naturally sparse eyebrows, now sports a half inch thick, solid black, flattened catterpillars as eyebrows. i cant wait to see how he'd look when he turns 80..
but people don't just get tattoos in the name of vanity. Once upon a time, tribes used tattoos and piercings and other forms of body art in rituals... welcoming a child to adulthood, marriage, blessing a man with the mark of a warrior, honoring priests and priestesses with their own special mark....marks they will wear for a lifetime.
I guess what makes tattoos so controversial is not the pain but its permanence and there lies its power. Some people who get tattooed have gone through difficult times. a troubled past, death of a loved one, a caged existance... some get tattoos to celebrate eternal love, proclaim eternal adoration for rock bands, or make visible the ties that bind them to their mommas
in our lives of constant change, maybe we all need something to serve as a perpetual reminder of the loving child, the good partner, the victorious warrior,and even the gods within.
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