You know how it goes: the staff suggests weekly subjects and we get to write about them. This week's is "Tell us about your first tattoo".
So here it comes:
My first tattoo is something yet to happen, because I don't have any. Apparently a lot of people seem to think you can't be a Suicide Girl without tattoos but the truth is they're wrong. Surely this is a community that celebrates tattooing and body modifications, but they're not a requirement. There's probably very few inkless girls like myself, but we do exist.
So after all these years, I've never thought about fixing that?
Well, gave the idea some thought. But I've come across some situations.
The first is that after all I've gone through, I'm really not a fan of pain. I could even overcome the fear of needles if I wanted to, but truth is it doesn't seem worth it. Through the years I've grown less and less interested in my appearance. Perhaps I'm just lucky for being born on the "pretty side" or I'm just old, but I just don't care about the way I look anymore. Neither my weight nor my hair, I feel I'm... beyond that.
Also and because of this, I could probably never be so interested in an image as to want to have it on me for the rest of my life. I've thought about this countless times and always come to the same conclusion.
Then after being in the site for so long and seeing tattoos become so mainstream... It doesn't really seem any special. I mean, even my mother-in-law has tattoos! In that sense I'd rather keep myself "intact" in the hopes of surprising the people at the funerary home when they embalm me and find out I'm an inkless old lady.
But the final and probably most important reason I don't think I'll ever get a tattoo is other people. Last year I decided I wanted to be a regular blood donor, which is something I can't do if I have to wait a whole year after getting a tattoo, (which is required by law in Argentina). If I can give about 400-500 ml of blood every 3 months, that would be about 2 liters each year... And 2 liters is what my aunt lost just the last time she was admitted to the hospital.
I consider myself lucky for not being so physically impaired that I can't give little bits of myself to help people in need (blood while I'm alive, my organs if I die unexpectedly). Perhaps some day there will be so many people doing this that we'll be able to do it less frequently. I may get a tattoo that day.
