Inky and Muffy, their hands wearing those gloves without fingers so they can sort old cans, Inky says “I use to think the secret to a happy ending was to bring down the curtain at the exact right time. A moment after happiness, then everything’s all wrong again.”
Fighting the urge to runaway and find somewhere to start again. Sick of pick up pieces that no longer fit together.
I thought about writing this post for a while but it’s either finding the time to do it or the words to make it sound eloquent enough to be something readable. As a person with a fair few tattoos myself I have an colourful opinion on the stigmata that seems to be attached to a heavily tattooed person. Before I even had my first tattoo, I was in awe of people that had them, because it should they were in control of who they were and what they wanted to look like. And over the years the ways in which tattoos are viewed has changed massively. If you are a celebrity then adorning yourself with even the tackiest of tattoos is seen as a good thing even the plethora of copy cats that follow. But if you an average person like myself. Then it’s seen as something that is wrong and should be covered up. I have experience from a former employer of mine. Is it so hard for people to understand that the artwork that I have on my arms and legs, were my choice to get. They are all special for one reason or another. But mainly because they signify a time in my life and I know that in years to come I can look at them and fondly recall the memories that they all hold. Not just the image itself but the who, when and where they were done. This doesn’t mean that I should be treated differently from any other member of society.
I remember watching a certain daytime television show, and one of the so called hosts called alternative models vulgar. All I can say is that women most be blind and has clear never seen any of the pictures that the Suicide Girls churn out on a regular basis. They are beautiful girls and are comfortable with who they are and give hope to regualr alternative girls that are just trying to get by in a society that is dictated by a dress size and the brand nme on your jeans. Just goes to show how fractured our society is becoming.
Fuck I could write for an eon but I am running out of how to word my thought. Might do a follow up blog when I can be more coherent on the topic.