You know, I’ve posted so many boobs and boobs in tattoo form to this blog that I should really spend a little more time whorishly worshiping whale wang while writing words with willfully wanton wickedness (that’s eleven w-words, biotch!). So anyway, here’s some tattoos for those of you who prefer male genitalia to female, care of Troy Talmadge at Julie Moon Tattoo in Lynn, MA.
OK, I really like this picture in terms of a piece of art (thanks to Steve Truitt and Ascension) that captures the serenity of suspension… but the uncontrollably masculine part of me can’t help but me titilated at the realization that I can see down (up?) her undergarment. Seriously, I ought to be ashamed of myself. This is why I’m not a piercer — I have the complete inability to maintain professional distance.
It’s funny for me because my daughter has a song about Phil who works for BME that goes pretty much “Phil, Phil, Phil, Hit by a Car” (since he got run over when we were producing the site out of Mexico)… I don’t know what the story behind this one is but it was done at Lucky Souls in Cambridge, Ontario.
Surface piercing and nipple bars…
Thanks to Anodyne for sending in a whole set of photos of suspensions with Wildfire in Capetown, South Africa. On the whole it was a very normal looking set, with typical rigging, a normal crowd of onlookers, and so on, but check out this picture… Seriously, is that one of the undead in the background?
More of the trend added care of Gerry Harrison at Lucy’s Salon in Costa Mesa, CA… “Wanna Ride?”
I’ve seen a fair number of outie navels pierced (even though it’s “officially” frowned on because of the suggestion that the infection could travel inward to the liver), but this is probably the biggest one ever. Thanks again to Shawn O’Hare from The Pain Parlor in Oxnard, CA for these pictures.
When I got these pictures from hETA* in Argentina, they were not initially labeled with a location so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure where they were from. I actually thought they might have been taken in Western Canada. Turns out they’re from Bariloche, a beautiful part of Patagonia… I keep meaning to go down to the Patagonia Tattoo Convention, but haven’t made it yet…
I know it’s kind of a “stupid human trick”, but one of the fun things about saline inflation (where you inflate the scrotum or other body part with injected sterile saline solution — don’t try this with water or it will hurt, and of course non-sterile solutions can kill you) is being able to turn it into a glowing orb with a flashlight. If you want a before photo, just click the after one below.
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