Charles' Tattoo Adventure...
When my photo gig to take show shots for the musical was cancelled because we had 8 flakes of snow, I went with Jess to watch Charles get his newest tattoo instead.
There are a lot of nipples, mostly huge and protruding, on display for examples in tattoo parlors, and I gotta wonder, does a guy really want a girl who can take out an eye with her milk ducts? There was also an entire panel of butterflies, and butterfly ass hats, which also made me wonder how many tattoos the artists do that they think are utterly, utterly lame.
Small talk with tattoo artists is much the same as small talk with hair dressers. "So you want it to kind of curl over here?", "Black and shiny?", "What are you doing for St. Patrick's Day?".
Charles took it like a man... who's addicted to his own endophins. He did get a bit white knuckly at one point and declared, "there are a LOT of LINES!". But other than that, he mostly just tried to avoid my camera. Jess, feeling bored, started knitting. It was a great contrast of arts: Charles being drawn on, me with a camera, and Jess making red stocking caps. So down homey, so Suzy Homemaker... in a tattoo parlor.
After a break, the shading began, and the bit I thought was the fins on the end of the dragon's tail turned out to be a flesh wound. Some might call it an axe wound. Jessica's eyes met mine in a shared moment of, "it looks like a vagina!". Thus, the tattoo being dubbed "Vagina Dracona" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagina_dentata). I think Charles enjoys his new vagina. After all, it can never leave him, or cheat on him, and he can literally get in touch with his feminine side...