Monthly Archives: November 2012

Do You Thanks-Take It?

I hope everyone in the States had a most excellent Thanksgiving.

We had our oldest daughter and son-in-law over for turkey dinner. After they left, the Husbear and I relaxed on the couch together and watched a couple of movies that I hadn’t seen. It was nice to have time together to do that.

Which brings me to this video by a group called The Wet Spots that I stumbled on tonight.


(YouTube link)

I haven’t been able to stop singing it since I heard it. I know. I’m 12 like that.

Not that the first part of this post is related to the second.

Until next time...
Erik

Questions answered… Let’s talk about tattoos.

I received quite a few questions, both in the comments on the post and some in email form as people didn’t want to sound like cheeky monkeys.

I noticed several different categories of questions asked, so I’ve group them as such.

This round up is concerning all the tattoo-related questions I was asked.

Have you ever given someone a tattoo that was a total mess (either because of their decision or your mistake), but you kept a straight face and instead just reassured them about how good it was? My barber has great stories on this subject, so I guess you might as well.

That probably depends on how we define “total mess”.

I’ve had a few clients come in and want me to replicate something that a child or friend drew for them, which would be the equivalent of Comic Sans compared to Times New Roman. Or they wanted something rather hideous and I couldn’t persuade them into something better. For those I just have to bite my tongue and remind myself I’m giving them exactly what they want.

I can think of one tattoo in particular a long, long time ago that was attempted that shouldn’t have been done. Mostly because the subject matter wouldn’t translate well into a tattoo. And also because it was the first time I allowed a customer to rush me through the process. Neither of us were happy with the end result, and I definitely learned a few things from it.

As for the straight face, I’ve never had one of those. 😉

How does one become a tattoo artist? Is there state boards to get accredited?

I can only answer for the state in which I live, Arkansas. Tattooing and body piercing is regulated by the Arkansas Department of Health and Human Services. (If you want, you can read a complete list of the rules here.)

The legal jargon:
“Tattoo, permanent cosmetic, and body piercing artists are required to be certified in Arkansas. Certification requirements include a minimum of six-month artist in training program with an artist who has been certified in Arkansas for a minimum of three years. The training facility must be approved by the Board of Private Career Education. An application for apprenticeship must be completed as well as a written exam which is based on the Rules and Regulations Pertaining to Permanent Cosmetic and Tattoo Establishments. A practical exam is conducted near the end of the training period.”

Which boils down to say that a prospective tattooist apprentices under a master artist to learn the craft. The apprentice is then tested by the Department of Health and Human Services. A license is then renewed yearly through the Department.

We have all seen posters that have been in the sun so long that only the cyan print is left. I’m curious as to whether there are any tattoo ink colors that fade faster than others.

Just like anything that’s left out in the sun eventually UV exposure takes its toll on tattoo pigment. Lighter colors like whites and yellows and pastel shades tend to blend into skin tones faster than colors that are darker. But even darker colors will fade over time when exposed to UV radiation.

Sunblock or wear protective clothing to extend the life of your artwork!

Did you have any angst before you got your first tattoo? Is there advice you give to clients who have angst?

JimA

Oddly enough, I don’t remember any angst. Or much of anything about the experience. I think I was 20 when I got it. I don’t even remember the reason I got it either. I know alcohol wasn’t involved, as I wasn’t old enough to drink yet. That, and I lived in a dry county and went to a religious college. I don’t remember the tattoo hurting. I think I may have actually fallen asleep during the procedure. I’m a little odd. 😉

As far as advice to clients. If I can tell someone is nervous or they say they are, I tell them the truth: it doesn’t hurt as bad as they think it’s going to, or as their friends have led them to believe. Granted, I’m a somewhat light-handed tattooist, so that makes a difference in the experience.

What is the funniest tattoo you’ve seen or one that you’ve done on someone?

JimA

Funny is definitely in the eye of the beholder. There’s been a few that stand out. But probably the funniest one was on a client. She was easily in her 60s. She wanted a rose tattoo, with a stem and thorn. But with a man making up the stem. And as for the thorn….

Do you get aroused when you tattoo someone?

Raybob

I have not. Yet. I’ve had several very, very drool-worthy clients to be sure. But I’ve always been extremely professional when it comes to my business. That, and my brain isn’t quite wired in the typical sexual way.

Have you ever pierced another human?

Raybob

I have not. The piercing procedure makes me both squeamish and nervous. And it’s not something I have a desire to do, nor have I been trained or licensed to pierce anyone.

What made you want to become a tattoo artist?

It was a suggestion from someone else, actually. I grew up doing all types of art things. It was always encouraged as a hobby by the parental units, but not something a respectable member of society would do. So I did the college thing. And then the working in IT for 15 years. Then the light came when the suggestion was made, and here I am now getting to use that art “hobby”.

What type of tattoos do you most like? What type do you most dislike?

I LOVE cartoon/manga/anime-style tattoos. My favorite thing on the planet to do. I dislike most typical, solid black, tribal tattoos. Meh.

Until next time...
Erik

Tippity Toe and Hot Water too

A wee bit more progress was made on the ol’ home remodel that’s been forever ongoing. Back when the laundry room portion of the remodel started, plans were made that had to be later changed after a “fun” discovery was made which meant an entire new project.

Part of the bathroom addition consisted of adding an alcove that the hot water heater would be located in, as well as a storage area for cleaning supplies like the vacuum and brooms.

Here’s what the laundry area looked like as of this morning. Kind of. This picture was taken a couple years ago. But it does show how the washer and dryer are stacked, and the water heater located next to them.

Laundry area, before.

We discovered a slight problem after we came up with this configuration. The Husbear couldn’t see or reach into the back of the dryer. At least not without a step stool. I can’t tell you how many times I’d see him up on his tiptoes trying to reach into the back of the dryer. It always gave me a good chuckle.

Anyway, we finally got around to moving the water heater off of the pedestal and into it’s own little nook, and unstacked the washer and dryer. I know, it doesn’t sound like much. And in the big picture of this whole thing, it isn’t. But it is something.

The ol’ washer and dryer, no longer stacked.

Next up I’ll be building a cabinet and hanging rack above the washer and dryer that will hide the piping. Eventually.

Hot and cold water lines attached to the now relocated hot water heater.
The water heater in it’s cozy alcove.
The whole shebang.

As you can see, we still have to finish texturing and painting the laundry room. Then install trim.

But hey, now the Husbear can see into the dryer! 😉

Until next time...
Erik

Questions answered… Let’s talk about sex.

I received quite a few questions, both in the comments on the post and some in email form as people didn’t want to sound… cheeky.

I’m okay with cheeky.

I noticed several different categories of questions asked, so I’ll group them as such.

And I guess I’ll start with all the sex-related questions I was asked, since there were so many of them…. 😉

This is the “you’re going to learn more about Erik than you probably want to know” post.

When you were young and before you met HusBear, would you have considered having sex for money?

I would have considered sex for free had I not been scared of sex! These days, I have to pay people to have sex with me! 😉

What is your “I’m about to come” constellation? Husband begins breathing deeply, involuntarily twitching all his muscles, then making hot little noises. How ’bout you?

— Anonymously via email

I don’t know that I have one. I’m anticlimactic like that. Maybe I need to record a video to see.

What are your most sensitive parts, the places that really do it for you?

— Anonymously via email

I don’t really have any that I have found yet. Sadly, I think my wiring is faulty. Actually, I know I’m faulty. Nothing has really ever worked like it’s supposed to.

Does anything tender move you to tears?

— Anonymously via email

Nope. Again, faulty wiring.

What do you like the most, the best, sexually?

— Anonymously via email

I feel like I’m filling out one of those “about me” sections for those social apps. I love kissing, if the other person is a good kisser. I love rubbing bodies on each other. Hairy chest rubbing hairy chest. Hairy legs rubbing hairy legs. Facial hair rubbing facial hair. I love oral sex, both giving and getting.

What do you just love about being fucked?

— Anonymously via email

The feeling of a man on me and in me. It’s pretty much that simple.

What do you hate about sex?

— Anonymously via email

That I have sexual hangups. I am way to puritanical, and I know it. I blame my upbringing, and the fact that I just can’t get past certain things for some reason.

When was the very first time a man entered you? Was it good?

— Anonymously via email

I was 23 years old. After years of wondering, I finally got the nerve worked up to meet someone “to see how this all worked”. I was scared as hell. We went to his house. He put his hand on my knee. Started kissing me. Immediately the switch was thrown: I knew exactly who I was and where I was supposed to be. From there, clothes were removed and much exploring was had.

It was time. Parts were aligned. Penetration.

And it was good.

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And there are more questions to be answered. Coming soon!

Until next time...
Erik