I’ve touched on this subject before: Getting tattoos that are usually visible versus getting tattoos that are usually 
covered up by your clothing. But a discussion in the About.com tattoo and bodypiercing forums (a link to About.com is in the sidebar on the right) got me thinking about the issue again.
All of my tattoos are in areas usually covered by my clothing. That was a conscious choice on my part, because I knew I’d have to meet employers’ dress codes for years to come and I didn’t want to ink myself out of a job. This is not to say I didn’t want a visible tat (or more than one) but I had to put other considerations first.
Well, now I’m retired and running my own business (OK, I have to put in a plug for that here, because I am proud of it, Logan Books) I can set my own dress code, and I’m strongly considering getting a bracelet tattoo on my left wrist. I’m proud of being a tattooed person and I’d like to show off my ink a little more. Besides, I’m hitting my 60th birthday in November and wouldn’t getting some new ink be a grand way to celebrate? 
Have you had issues with hiding your ink to please your employer? Do you sometimes wonder what the guys and gals in the “suits” are hiding under all those conservative clothes? I sure do. It’s fun to think that the guy in the oh so proper suit might have a pinup girl on his leg or a koi on his back, and the lady in the go-to-meeting dress might have a dragon on her upper thigh and a Japanese half sleeve. My Egyptian tat shows off very nicely when I’m wearing a dress, but you know what? I can’t remember the last time I wore a dress. Retirement means a lot less money but a lot more fun.
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OK, I just have to blow my own horn here. My first novel, Closed Circuit, has been published in print and e-reader formats. I have more information available on my book publishing web site.
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Ordinarily I am way behind the times with technology but now I have an iPod Touch to play with. This is my first attempt at posting with the WordPress app. Do any of you have suggestions for good apps to try?
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Last weekend, I went back to Fairfield, Iowa, for the first time in 25 years, for my 40th high school reunion. Even though my family only lived there for three years, and I didn’t actually graduate with those
guys because we moved after my sophomore year, that’s about as close to a home town as I’ve ever had and it was a joy to be back there.
What’s that got to do with tattoos, one might ask?
Well, during the reunion party, small prizes were given out in various categories. I got the prize for coming the farthest (from the Los Angeles area). But, doggone it, I lost out on the prize for “most tattoos.” One of my (female) classmates beat me by one!
Clearly, in the next five years, I better go get at least two more tattoos. Victory will be mine! 
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I just returned from attending my mom’s memorial service.
Mom didn’t like my tattoos. She hit the stratosphere when I got my first one (at the advanced age of 46) and refused to even look at my ink even when invited to do so. I should say, though, that she didn’t single me out–she didn’t like tattoos, period. Which was understandable, given that she grew up in Canadian Church of England boarding schools and tattoos would have been associated with various lowlife types in her school’s philosophy. An upbringing like that is hard to shake.
However, there is a story to tell about me, my mom, and tattoos, one that never fails to make me smile. I’ve been interested in family history for quite a while. Not too long after I got my first tattoo, I found a site that would let me send in for a copy of my great-grandfather’s enlistment papers in the Canadian Army circa Boer War. From that, I learned that my grandmother had always misspelled his middle name, that his handwriting and my grandmother’s were darn near identical, and… he had three tattoos.
Just like me.
So, I called up my mother and told her all about this, and then I said “It’s genetic, Mom. And it’s all your fault.”
I don’t think my mom agreed with me on that.
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