Obviously, most of us on this site have tattoos. Some of us have a collection, some just a single tiny piece. Why do we get tattooed?

I know why I do: the creativity and freedom of art that will forever be expressed and exposed on the ultimate canvas of the human body. My human body. I can tell you every single artist that has tattooed me and where they work. I can tell you exactly how I felt emotionally at the time, and what each piece means to me.

I view all tattoos as a form of art. Some people collect pieces from a certain artist, while others like a variety of talented individuals work to be scattered about. I admit that I am the latter. There is no one tattooist I go to. I enjoy scoping out the artist, viewing his or her work and talking with them about what I'd like done for awhile before I go in for the piece. Things are drawn up and talked about well before its permanent on my skin. Now this isn't to say I'm not guilty of the compulsion tattoo because I absolutely am. But I regret none of them. Even if I do have a tattoo or 2 that I didn't think through enough (uh, hello. "Motivate Me..." right about my vag? REAL classy, Bridget) I know how I felt in that moment and how that moment changed me. It's a memory frozen in time and given to me by someone. That's the ultimate gift.

As I mentioned, all of my tattoos mean something to me in a very unique and special way. Did you know that my chest piece isn't just for The Beatles? It's also for one of my favorite childhood memories: picking strawberries every year to take home and share with my family. That mixed with my love for one of the greatest groups in music history became my idea to emblazon on me forever.

What about you all? Why do YOU get tattooed? What do your tattoos mean to you?

I have a desire to see what everyone's philosophy on "bisexual" males and females are.

Since a very young age, I knew I found women beautiful beyond what most other girls would. Their figures were gorgeous to me and I wanted to explore their bodies in ways I knew I shouldn't. I kept the feelings secret and never mentioned a word until I met a girl named Norma when I was 18. She was 23 and had a 4 year old daughter. We dated, on and off, for 7 or 8 months until she and her child's father decided to get back together.

After Norma, I hooked up with a girl named Ashley, but it was nothing serious. When I was 21, I fell pretty hard for my piercer (classy, I know) named Kate. The feelings were mutual and I found myself buying this girl roses and going on dates with her. It was so real, so intense to me, yet I never told my family. Only a few close friends knew about it. Why would I do that? In the end, Kate and I didn't work out and I haven't spoken to her in quite sometime. I regret that.

I believe that being "bisexual" is a very real thing, and can be quite an internal conflict for an individual. I have tried a thousand times to explain to one of my closest friends who I truly am, and each time she simply replies that I am "confused" because I'm either "gay or straight. There is no in between." After 15 years of feeling how I feel, I can say whole heartedly that I disagree with that thinking.

My father seems to understand. About 7 months ago, we were talking and he said "You know Bridget, I would not be surprised if you just called me one day and said 'Dad, I got married'. My response to you would be 'Cool, two things: is it to a man or a woman, and where do I send the congratulations card?'"

He gets it. I wish everyone else could be as accepting.