Session 80 with Horizakura brought more shading of the water and waves of my right leg. Not a bad appointment at all. We chatted a bit about seasonal tattoos like sakura fubuki, momiji chirashi, and kikusui. Mostly, I’m putting that here so I have a place to reference it if I forget later. I got nothin’ else! These pics will have to do:
My 79th appointment with Horizakura marked a return to shading all the outline that has been added since we were able to start up again in July. My dream of finishing the outline of the tattoo was left to die on the vine as Horizakura still wants to consider the elements of my left arm and ribs/chest. My instinct is to charge forward and his is to slow down and hold back. That’s pretty much how it has always gone with us, and it’s worked out pretty well so far. Who am I to get in the way of the process?!
ANYWAY. All that preamble was just to say that for the next 8-10 appointments (I’m totally guessing here), this will be the All Tebori, All the Time Blog. No particular notes here. He spent an hour and a half shading the background of my right inner thigh. Not a bad area to be tattooed in my opinion. It’s nice to be back to the quiet sounds of tebori. I know for a lot of people the sound of a tattoo machine fills them with excitement, but having experienced a fair amount of both, I have to say the peace and quiet of tebori is far superior.
That’s all I got.
My 77th appointment with Horizakura was very similar to the 76th appointment. For this hour, he tattooed the same area as last time but on my left leg, adding a houju to my inner thigh and another to my left hip. I really like them as little pops of color and I think it’s going to look great when everything is shaded and colored… in like 10 years.
I’M NOT CRYING! YOU’RE CRYING!!!!!
In terms of the experience itself, well it was also very similar to last appointment, although I have to say the compromising nature of the position wasn’t as bad having already experienced it once before. The only thing really worthy of note is that I had truly forgotten just how violently painful the ass is. He put a line on that thigh/ass fold that was like white lightning and instantly reminded me why I hated getting my ass tattooed so much. Fortunately, it was just the one line.
We briefly discussed next steps as well. Seems like the plan is to finish outlining/connecting the thigh and background around the phoenix, then he want’s to switch over to shading again before he does my arm outlines. Part of me wants to ask him to just finish the outline of everything first so I can be done with it. It’s arbitrary, but it does feel like having the whole suit outlined will be an “item crossed off the list” in this process. We’ll see what happens… it’s all got to get done eventually anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
There have been parts of this tattoo process that I have to admit I had never really considered when I decided on this path. One of the most grievously overlooked aspects was the physical requirements of tattooing some of the more “hard to reach” parts of the body. Up until appointment 76, laying down with my leg in the air so Horizakura could tattoo where my thigh meets my butt cheek was the most compromising position I had faced. Turns out it gets worse.
This is the first time lines have been tattooed on me that I can’t fully capture without becoming horrifyingly immodest. You’ll get the jist of it in the pictures below, but the edge of this tattoo on my inner thigh is literally where my leg ends. During this appointment, I considered such questions as “Does having my leg tattooed this close to my twig and berries make me cooler or more committed than others?” and “Where does my leg end and my taint begin?” I may never have the answers to those questions. For educational purposes, I will tell you that the mechanics of giving Horizakura access to that area of my body involved me pulling my fundoshi wrapped junk out of his way while he sat on the table and I had my leg stretched out wide and resting on a stand. It was, without a doubt, the least sexy I have ever felt.
Why is this post entitled, “Are you nervous?” Horizakura put that imposing and foreboding question to me just as he was getting the machine ready to begin. I put that high on the list of questions you don’t want to be asked while you’re laying in the position I was in. I couldn’t help but laugh, but the truth is I wasn’t nervous. It was certainly awkward, but no part of my leg has ever been as painful as the center of my chest or parts of the ass have been. Speaking of which, he also did some more feathers and such around the phoenix. I’m starting to think the chest is worse than the ass. Every line felt like I had intense heart burn.
Appointments like these are the ones that make me glad I started this blog. Many of you, and the whole of social media culture, likely just want to see a picture of the few lines done over this one hour appointment and move on. But this one hour appointment has yielded more laughs and thoughts than some of my longer appointments ever have. I’m glad that I will have a way to go back and remember what this part of the experience was fresh after it had happened to me.
It’s virtually impossible that I have kept your attention this long. Just look at the pictures and be on your way: