For some time now I have been journeying into my own humanity, learning lessons, growing from hellish emotional torture, constantly seeking answers, wading through the trials and tribulations of life. Losing love, friends, and family. Only to gain an understanding, I manipulate my body into an art form, one that is complex, yet simple. Each addition, telling stories of love, pain, creation. and death. My life has been forever changed on numerous occasions by many people and situations, no longer do I feel a need to fit in, nor do I care that I am different. These labels bear no meaning to me. I am just who and what I am, nothing more, nothing less. I live my life for myself, not for your comfort, and I am not seeking, nor do I need your approval. I don't judge you on your appearance, by where you sleep, or what you drive. I don't envy your life, your job, or your money. Your status in society doesn't impress me, I am happy with my life, satisfied by who and w hat I am. I am content with the direction that my life is headed. I accept that I am fallible, I have emotions, I feel just as we all do. Most of life can be learned and experienced by the second, so many seconds turned into eternities, only to collapse in upon themselves like a black hole.
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My tattoos and piercings complete me as a whole. Each has its own story, reason, and existence. I am not making a fashion statement, neither am I trying to be "trendy". What I do are rites of passage, honoring those long forgotten warriors from my family history, the subtle manipulation of flesh by steel and ink, much like a ballet in my soul, that manifests itself on this canvas I call my skin. The anticipation, the anxiety, the nervousness one feels before and leading up to. The spiritual connection of the mind, body, and soul, as the instruments are set up and laid out. The mind is buzzing with thoughts, and feverish ideas. The rhythmic breathing begins, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Long deliberate breaths, the mind spirals down into itself, the outside noise all but a hum. Suddenly there is tranquility, a moment of absolute peace and inner calm, the once tense muscles now ease and relax. Still breathing in and out, then the sounds of some one talking, giving directions, easily they are followed. and the journey begins. The electric burning, the bittersweet stinging pinch. There is no way to describe the feeling as the needle breaks the surface and glides through your flesh. If you have experienced the feeling on more than one occasion, and meditate on it as it happens, the pain is merely an annoyance. The sensation is unimaginable, as the new nerves touch the metal. an awakening occurs. This is not unpleasant, the speed in which all of this takes place seems like minutes, but actually is only a few seconds. The simple trickery of one's mind working overtime to analyze the information, the feelings, the flood of chemical release.
I do this for myself, not to belong, not for you to classify me to a group or stereotype. This is a spiritual path in my life, a quick pinch and an infinite amount of knowledge gained from seconds of stinging burning pleasure. Followed by care and cleanliness for months, a dedication and commitment that most cannot comprehend. I am devoted to a lifestyle that most are too obtuse to comprehend and have preconceived; contrived ideals about who and what I am. All based solely upon my appearance. Their contemptuous glances, and childish looks don't go unnoticed, but they fuel my resolve to be who and what I am. I thrive on knowing that I disrupt your simplistic existence. Happy in your little box, my goal is to make you question, wonder, and open your mind to the unknown. To add some flavor to your vanilla like existence. If what I do offends you, rubs your morals the wrong way, then so be it. If you are offended by my appearance then look away and ignore me, but r emember that I too am human and that I too could be your child. Just because I look different doesn't mean that I am ignorant, immature, or a burden to society in any way. I am not a creature, a thing, a monster, or a circus sideshow, and by no means am I beneath you. I won't ask you to agree and I don't expect you to understand. If you can accept it then all the better. More importantly it doesn't matter if you can comprehend, but know that finally, I have found my niche in life, I have found my happiness, most important of all I have found myself.