Sometimes I look down, and I’m shocked I have most of a full sleeve on one arm. I still expect to see virgin skin. Then I feel all warm inside, because I feel like me, and every drop of ink that goes into my skin makes me just a little bit more like who I feel like on the inside, instead of what I look like on the outside.
I think I want some dermal implants, but I can’t decide where, and frankly, I don’t know that I can commit to them at this time. Probably for the best that I don’t get them.
I still need to remove the curved barbell post from the back of my neck. I’ve needed to do this for over ten years now. I am still not looking forward to it. I might have it removed, and get the dermal anchors put there. I want a tree of life (the Jew-y one, with the lines and the points, not an actual tree)… maybe instead of tattooing the points I can get dermal anchors done with the different stones, and the lines tattooed in later.
Lots to think about. Lots to digest. I’m just going to sit on all that for a bit.









