I ate sheep guts for dinner. Yaknow, tripe, offal, the yuck shit from inside a sheep…YUP! I ate that for dinner! It was SO fucking delicious, but that’s not what this blog post is about! Maybe the next one? Or for a future post. Just, not this one.
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OH. And I can’t forget this one – I booked my Dad a bus ticket online early in the week, last week for Saturday (21/01/17) for Gisborne to Hamilton, right?
Received the confirmation email, double checked that everything was all correct and legit… Mums cell rings on the morning of, and it’s my Dad; “Did the ticket get booked for today because my names not on the list” – FUCK MY CUNTING LIFE, MATE!!!
-_- I checked email, again…. Yeaaah, I booked the ticket for sure… but for the fucking 19th of JAN.
…only Kylie aye! …ONLY Kylie! – it’s OKAY though, I turned into the Flash and re-booked with FIVE MINUTES to spare. This post almost didn’t happen though, because I felt like the biggest idiot & the world needed to set itself on fire! OR. Just set me on fire. Because, why wouldn’t you want to do that to me right now?!
ANYWAY. Today’s not an ideal day for setting shit on fire, otherwise I can’t get this fucking blog post out!
Just note it somewhere, anywhere though (as a precaution) – DON’T GET KYLIE TO BOOK YOUR SHIT ONLINE FOR YOU, fuck ALSO, DON’T LET KYLIE ORDER KOREAN FOOD FOR YOU ON THE PHONE EITHER!!! You’re likely to end up with 100 dumplings & a bus ticket that existed 2 days early :/
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RIGHT. The actual reason we’re here!!
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while now. But, by now you’ll all know that I’m a fucking procrastinator & I’ll get there when I get there!
OH. & btw – this is about MY thoughts, experiences, opinions, beliefs, story etc. the what, where’s & why’s!? and I’m finally here to share it all with ya’s!
I’ve always loved art and creativity, so it was inevitable that I ended up with a body covered like a canvas! The addiction hasn’t always been there. The obsession, the craving, the need & the wants were non-existent. The thought of drawing on my skin never actually appealed to me. It wasn’t until I hit my teens and I started evolving, I wouldn’t call it “changing” – I like evolving better! Because, I hadn’t changed, I was still me, but a more “risk-taking”, “you only live once” (uhh! I’ve lived twice now MATE, ha!) me.
There were no influences that triggered the want for my first tattoo. With me, I’m an all or nothing kinda’ bitch ^,^, meaning – once I’ve decided something, then my mind is set! I have absolutely no balance.
I was fifteen when my world went from virgin skin to an inked-up junkie. I wanted to learn it, live it, breathe it!... I think at the time though, I was a little pin cushion! I lived for the pain of the needles! Uhh, NO bitch! Not drugs either. Fuck! what do you think I am?! It was all about the PIERCINGS, mate! I had stabbed one million needles in my face... Well, maybe not one million! I just said that cause’ it sounded badass and sometimes, I can exaggerate a little… (uhh, I’m a girl – we do that!) But I did have a lot of piercings at that point of my life. – but this isn’t about piercings so I’ll save that for another post.
Where was I? …ohh yes! My first tattoo! That’s when I discovered my inner tattooed nerd-self!! That’s also when, I discovered, there are or can be so many inner-assholes out in our world when it comes to the Tattoo culture – WAIT! We’re not at that part yet.
SO - I won’t insert a pic of my virgin-skin breaker yet! I’ll save it for the gallery. Let me say though; - I went batshit crazy and just wanted more & more! I was like Vampire that craved blood! I didn’t care who tatted me. I just wanted MORE. Get it? I wanted more!!! – because, it really was love at first sight for tatts & me.
And being such an impulsive, excessive, NOW type of person – I did just that! I got MORE. After the first one, the rest followed and I lost count.
I can’t & I’m not speaking for everyone else. But, for me, I believe my body is my canvas and I’m my own little, real life art gallery. Each of my tattoos tell a different adventure. They hold different memories. Some have meanings’, others don’t. They’ve allowed me to meet so many people along the way, from all walks of life and I could share bits & pieces of my journey with them, whether they’ve been the artists’ or complete strangers! I don’t mind sharing if you’re not a total asshole. xo
NOW. Speaking of assholes, I guess I’ll get this part out of the way.
I don’t believe it’s that necessary to have SO MUCH negative reactions towards the ink or the people that are carrying it. But we live in a world where, I guess we have to take the good with the bad.
With that being said; Just know, as much as I welcome & appreciate all feedback/criticism/stares/glares etc. I’m not one to sit back and not respond. So, if whoever is throwing rocks, can appreciate my responses back, we’ll be OKAY. – I am so rocking an evil smirk right now! Muahaha ^,^
Don’t get me wrong, like, I know tattoos are not for everyone but are the negs. necessary? – of course they are, right?! I guess the negs helped towards my no fucks given attitude, it’s great!
Sometimes though, instead of stereo-typing, judging, starring, assuming etc. take time to either, do some research, ask the person about their canvas’ or just remind yourself that it’s “each to their own”. There are so many misconceptions about the whole tattoo world & the people in it!
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*She must be a thug-bitch, look at her covered in all of that shit – Uhh, what even is a “thug-bitch”?! I’m a 30yr old adult, thank you very fucking much! & as for the “shit I’m covered in”, that is ART. Those are pieces of MY life, bitch.
*I hope she knows how intimidating and scary those tattoos make her look! – Well, I hope you know how much more fucking AMAZING I look with them! Ha!
*I bet she’s a bad & dangerous bitch, only those kinds of people do that to their skin – MATE. I can’t even hurt or kill a spider & I hateeee the bastards but I’ll feel guilty if I try anything! FUCK. I can’t even watch the animal channel on TV, I’ll cry – because that’s real “bad & dangerous” huh. Dicccckkk!
*No one will hire you with the amount of tattoos you have! – Okay, that’s fine! I would never work for anyone that based hiring someone on their tattoos. Simple as that! Glad I’m a Blogger & don’t have to deal with dumb shit like that!
*No one can or will trust her, look at her! those tattoos scream out; TROUBLE!! – haha. Well, you can’t trust me to book the correct bus ticket or order the right number of dumplings, I know that much! But my tatts didn’t cause those disasters, KYLIE did. ME, yaknow, the “person”. Not my tattoos!
*Stares & glares?! – uhhh, I can see you looking at me, yaknow! You’re not invisible and I’m not blind nor am I a disease or fucking contagious, I PROMISE! I’m still human!
*Those tattoos are SO ugly, not even done properly! Why would you get that or let someone with next to no experience put something “permanent” on your skin!? – because why wouldn’t I?? just tell yourself; “lucky she’s wearing them & not me”, before I tell you in a less polite way :) hehe.
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Being subjected to this kind of behaviour over the years, at first made me feel a little insecure but that soon passed and I became immune to it all and I guess that’s when my no – fucks – given attitude came into play! A person shouldn’t be defined by the art one chooses to carry on one’s own skin!
ALRIGHT. I’m done, and I’m bored with that shit up there now ^^^. I could go on forever, but mehhh! If you’re not willing to approach the matter from a different angle by educating yourself or asking or trying to have an open-mind then mehhh! What you think of me is your business not mine!
… BACK TO MORE IMPORTANT THINGS?!
There is SO MUCH history behind the Tattoo Culture. Not even I, have spent the time to sit down and soak in as much of it as I should. Honestly though, some of what I do know, I love! I love the stories that don’t make our social media feeds. The ones that take me back to the different places and times, and I get to experience it with them, even if it’s only through word-of-mouth. It makes it even more interesting & intriguing to hear about.
As much as I love & respect the history of it all, I’m all for the movement. I’m always looking, thinking, searching for new designs and ideas for my next seven thousand tattoos to add to my gallery! Future plans are to fill as much, if not all of my body-canvas with ink! I’m obsessed. I’m an addict. I’m a self-proclaimed tattooed-nerd & I have absolutely no regrets!
Instead, you’d find out that they actually enrich my life even more with excitement, happiness, imagination and much, much more! Each one, old & new becomes a permanent memory, story or adventure that I get to carry with me forever. Unless of course, I chose to get them laser removed – but, why would I? don’t be silly.
I thought I’d treat you all to a stroll through some of my art gallery. I wana give you a more in-depth look & understanding into some of my who’s, where’s, why’s, what’s etc. – because, why not?
FIRST EVER TATTOO – it has no meaning, apart from it being my “first”, so I guess that’s a meaning? Uh, it was searched online, a design was found but altered, copied & mirrored, pieced together by the chick at the shop, annnnnddd BOOM!, done! Because, why does there “have – to – be” a meaning or reason?! OHHH and! Nope, the lining work in that should NOT be 3D (it’s been 15yrs now). apparently, the tattooist went too deep. I’ve actually, never looked for confirmation of that, BUT it wouldn’t surprise me… I didn’t learn from that either -_-, you’ll see what I mean as you read further on!
Those who know me, know I am a fucking Fairy-lover! What better way to express my love for em' than to get a huge piece tattooed onto my back :). This was done by Howard, again. This ones isn't 3D though so yaay!
Oh lordy, lord! This is on the left-side of my chest - She's not completed because I couldn't handle the fucking unbelievable pain it came with! haha! honestly felt like my neck-bone was being drilled into, nonstop. Thanks Howard, ya traumatized me. OH, btw - she'd 3D as well... again though, did I learn? uhhh, nope.
Haha! SO. I get mocked like hell about this little beauty. Obvi. it's my last name. I let my little cousin do it. As ugly as it is (according to people), I love it for the mere-fact that my cousin did it. It's one of my choices I made that for me was just another adventure, another memory. I let him do it at his Dads, in their man-cave (you can only imagine that environment) with ONE glove and we only had household detergent for cleansing. - woohooo! because hygiene obviously wasn't at the top of my list that night haha!
With this arm comes a mix of people that I allowed to tattoo me! Two are my cousins (one, who is now such an incredible tattooist/artist >> check his work out here << & the other who is also an amazing artist). Another one in the mix isn't a cousin but is a good friend, I was gona' link her work but she's for a different post! & the other person I let tattoo me is actually a farmer that had no experience AT ALL & ended up making my fairy look like a cock-in-a-frock :/ MAATEE!! At the time of getting tatted, my besty wanted her nickname on me, voiiilaaa! DONE! (Nemmy)
Umm. My inner wrist & yup, safe to say - I can't remember what these symbols mean but I hope like fuck they are something cool haha!
Once upon a time, I let my friend tattoo me & I fell asleep and snored. God, I'm so classy haha!
Friend & Cousin had another turn on my skin! Puzzle piece & "K" with devil+angel wings (good & bad, yaknow) lol
I fell inlove with these lyrics - "Injecting lies while fires burn, the devil's heart, with angel's word". Thanks Pantera!
This is one of my fav. tatts! & Yes! I have "CUNT" tattooed on my arm. It wasn't actually planned at first, then I thought fuck it! I'll give people a reason to react since that's what some do! I traveled all the way back to Gisborne to get this done at >> 7th Rose Tattoo Company <<
My amazing cousin did this for me as a cover-up! I fucking loveeeee it!!! My Masked face tatt. it's so pretty!
My most recent tatt. done, last year in April for my birthday. My cousin did it (TEASR), so inlove with it! It holds meaning & memory! The clock arms are a representation of the date of my accident and the crack/break, represents my injury. So - the date of my injury.
My Ta Moko. This beautiful piece was done by the VERY talented, highly requested, most humble man - Mark Kopua.
Yes, yes I am! ^^
Now, that wasn't all of them & I'm nowhere near filling my gallery completely YET! But I'll get there!
I love every single one of my tatts’. Whether they’re crappy quality, or amazing professional quality, looks like scribbles, aren’t up to anyone else’s standards, faded, unrecognizable or WHATEVER! – I don’t care! I love them! THEY’RE MINE. It’s my body. MY SKIN, MY CHOICE!!!
Stay happy, Keep smiling! X