I got a tattoo with my son Thursday night to celebrate his 18th birthday.
We’ve been planning this since he was 10.
‘Mom,’ he said. ‘When I’m old enough I want this for my tattoo: A flaming skull in a sombrero, with a rose in its mouth. And a snake going in one eye and out the other, and the word ‘Mom’ under it on a pretty ribbon.’ So for his birthday that year, I made that tattoo design into a cake, with the words, “Only 8 more years til your first real tattoo!” I had a friend, a tattoo artist, come over and with Sharpie markers, we gave him and the kids at the sleepover celtic arm sleeve ‘tattoos’. Cutest sleepover pics ever.
When he was 16, the design changed. He’d get a shot glass with the word, ‘Mom’. I’d get a spice jar, labeled ‘Ginger’. (He’s a red head.) Oh, I liked this one too.
In the end, he settled for dice. Dice? ‘They mean a lot to me,’ he explained. ‘Because of Robert Jordan… And you play D and D, so I know you like them too.’
So the tattoos were planned. Mine: Big rainbow colored geeky dice, loud, gay, proud. His: understated regular dice, thrown randomly, wood grained, black and gray tones. Unique, but alike.
On the way home tonight, he told me the real reason behind the dice.
‘Dice symbolize luck. I wanted to have this done to show how lucky I am to have you as a mom.’
I teared up when he said that. Still teared up now. I fucking love my kid.
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We’ve been planning this since he was 10.
‘Mom,’ he said. ‘When I’m old enough I want this for my tattoo: A flaming skull in a sombrero, with a rose in its mouth. And a snake going in one eye and out the other, and the word ‘Mom’ under it on a pretty ribbon.’ So for his birthday that year, I made that tattoo design into a cake, with the words, “Only 8 more years til your first real tattoo!” I had a friend, a tattoo artist, come over and with Sharpie markers, we gave him and the kids at the sleepover celtic arm sleeve ‘tattoos’. Cutest sleepover pics ever.
When he was 16, the design changed. He’d get a shot glass with the word, ‘Mom’. I’d get a spice jar, labeled ‘Ginger’. (He’s a red head.) Oh, I liked this one too.
In the end, he settled for dice. Dice? ‘They mean a lot to me,’ he explained. ‘Because of Robert Jordan… And you play D and D, so I know you like them too.’
So the tattoos were planned. Mine: Big rainbow colored geeky dice, loud, gay, proud. His: understated regular dice, thrown randomly, wood grained, black and gray tones. Unique, but alike.
On the way home tonight, he told me the real reason behind the dice.
‘Dice symbolize luck. I wanted to have this done to show how lucky I am to have you as a mom.’
I teared up when he said that. Still teared up now. I fucking love my kid.
Sick with the flu. As much as I want to remind myself to get a flu shot next year, I will remember this instead. Drinking myself into a happy state of oblivion where flu symptoms don't matter. Watching porn and chick flicks and having an excuse to tell everyone else to carry the load while I take a nap. I'm sick damnit.
More blogging to prove I exist.
Valentine's is coming up. If you get a gift for your loved one, please remember to be nice to the person who is busting their ass so you have a gift to give. Tip well. Be nice to cake decorators, damnit.
Speaking of cakes, more cake pics from my live modelling cake business Live Nude Cakes... These are the mild ones. Closer to Halloween, I'll show you my real masterpieces. Pretty much full of blood and gore, but damn I love my job...
Heather
Dryad cake (for Beltane)
Angel cake (model's name was Angel) done in whipped cream and set on fire
Bunny cake on fire (model's name was bunny... guess where I made the bunny hole?)
Rock band. Just because.
Valentine's is coming up. If you get a gift for your loved one, please remember to be nice to the person who is busting their ass so you have a gift to give. Tip well. Be nice to cake decorators, damnit.
Speaking of cakes, more cake pics from my live modelling cake business Live Nude Cakes... These are the mild ones. Closer to Halloween, I'll show you my real masterpieces. Pretty much full of blood and gore, but damn I love my job...
Heather
Dryad cake (for Beltane)
Angel cake (model's name was Angel) done in whipped cream and set on fire
Bunny cake on fire (model's name was bunny... guess where I made the bunny hole?)
Rock band. Just because.
First post. I want to get the active journal going. Honestly, I have so much going on that I really don't need another outlet. I really want to join some groups. I want to publish my dirty sexcapades in the Smut group, and stand up and cheer for the plus size group (being a member of the populace, if not the group).
I stumbled across SG photos in a yahoo group. They were the only real women I had seen posted in the group. I started to research, and fell in love with the art of this site. The beauty of the models, yes, but the intellectualism of the concept as well. The lighting. The art on the girl's bodies and the humor in which it's mixed into photo shoots. I left the yahoo group, and joined here.
I am a kinky cake decorator from Austin. I've been active in the BDSM community for 12 years. I make adult novelty cakes for a living, and for a hobby do icing work on live models. I've had the pleasure of frosting and decorating the naked skin of several SG hopefuls and limbo girls. I've also had the pleasure of helping to lick the frosting off... Perhaps I should post photos?
I stumbled across SG photos in a yahoo group. They were the only real women I had seen posted in the group. I started to research, and fell in love with the art of this site. The beauty of the models, yes, but the intellectualism of the concept as well. The lighting. The art on the girl's bodies and the humor in which it's mixed into photo shoots. I left the yahoo group, and joined here.
I am a kinky cake decorator from Austin. I've been active in the BDSM community for 12 years. I make adult novelty cakes for a living, and for a hobby do icing work on live models. I've had the pleasure of frosting and decorating the naked skin of several SG hopefuls and limbo girls. I've also had the pleasure of helping to lick the frosting off... Perhaps I should post photos?
