The Tattoo Gods~written in June 2019 neglected to publish : /

I'm an artist. Multimedia, love working with my hands.
For 13 years while my kids were growing up I was a tattoo artist to support them. Key words, to support them.

Being a misfit you'd think the miscreant misfit world of tattoo might have been a comfy zone.
Not so's you'd notice.
There are Tattoo Gods.
They must be appeased.
The Tattoo Gods test you all the time. They say if you're in it for the money you'll never make it. It's a male dominated pecking order too.

The tattoo Gods tolerated me. I was there for the income but with pure intentions. My tattoos were inconsistent and I had issues absorbing energy from the clients.

If it was a cool piece and a cool person with good skin it was always bad ass. If I hated it sometimes I still nailed it. If the person was obnoxious, usually during the course of the tattoo I would see and feel their humanity and love them like a neighbors dog. (in a good way).
It was weird and no one had a full explanation for the weirdness and there are magical people in the tattoo community.
The tattoo world is a melting pot for subcultures. Think about it, every subculture has particular markings, costumes, uniforms, paradigms etc.