I have a different thought. When these guys with large tats get older what will they think, especially as the skin changes or they gain or lose lots of weight.I see a hot twink with tattoos, might not be what I'd do, but I'd watch him fuck/get fucked
Now I'd draw the line at Bo Sinn, his tattoos cross the line IMHO
I see a hot twink with tattoos, might not be what I'd do, but I'd watch him fuck/get fucked
Now I'd draw the line at Bo Sinn, his tattoos cross the line IMHO
Tattoos are an art form that reflects a person's interest and thoughts. They can be beautiful and thought provoking and sometimes just god awful. I’ve chosen to look at a persons’ tattoos and to inquire about their meanings with no judgement on my part, after all a person puts tats on their body to show them off so I assume they’d like to share their meanings. I personally do not have any tatttoos and I totally enjoy a naked body, but tats can be sexy as well. I think I don’t have tattoos because I could never decide what would look good or have significant meaning to me. Thank god they can be removed these days with laser.
You’re actually a turn on for me! Lol. xxTats are a turn on for me tbh.
I see a hot twink with tattoos, might not be what I'd do, but I'd watch him fuck/get fucked
Now I'd draw the line at Bo Sinn, his tattoos cross the line IMHO
I see a hot twink with tattoos, might not be what I'd do, but I'd watch him fuck/get fucked
Now I'd draw the line at Bo Sinn, his tattoos cross the line IMHO
I love you, Chac, but Bo Sinn can get this ass anytime.
I think he used to have a tattoo that said “I love Chac54” and per my request he covered it to show his loyalty to me. lol. Jk.Hey! I didn't say he couldn't fuck me, just that I'm not a fan of his tattoos LOL I wouldn't say no either if he knocked on my door
Though side note... I wonder what tattoo he covered up on his pec there
When I was a young man back in the Middle Ages, tattoos were most commonly seen on people who had been in jail or the military. As time has passed, the social taboo on them has lessened and they have become a popular form of expression, especially among the younger generations. I know many people who have tattoos and have discussed them with them. Everyone I have ever spoken to about tattoos has said one of two things about them. They either chose a tattoo because it held some significance to them or they became really drunk and got one because others were getting them. But in either set, none seemed upset or regretted doing so. The only situation where that did not apply was some former clients who had received gang tattoos and later, having decided they did not want anything to do with that lifestyle they regretted the tattoo.I said elsewhere I don't care for tattoos, and they can often be a turn-off. This is irrespective of their value as art, which I can appreciate.
I wonder about why they are so popular nowadays, though. Did it just reach some kind of threshold where it went from being a thing "thugs" did and became something that young people often seem to treat as a rite of passage? When I was a kid, I never seriously considered a tattoo, in part because of the permanence of it. That's why I associate it with poor judgment. In my mind, to alter your body more-or-less irreparably could never be something you do casually.
I'm obviously not a model, so this is off-topic, so I hope you don't mind a little indulgence here, but I have only ever considered 2 tattoos with any sort of real thought. One is the Triforce, because I love The Legend of Zelda series soooooo much. And the Triforce is such an understated design. But beyond that, I haven't even thought where I would put such a thing on my body, and ultimately, it's from a video game. But then again, I'm someone who appreciates games as an artform as well.
The other is the sun. I am still thinking about it. My mother's name was Sol, Spanish for sun, and I have grieved much for her. When I think about how to honor her, I think of a tattoo, even though she had none. Sometimes when it's unpleasantly hot outside, I say sarcastically, "Thanks, mama." And when it's chilly and I leave the shade, feel its warmth, I'll say "Thanks, mama." So, the sun. Bringer of life. Mine personally, and to that of all the Earth.
I have a spot on my forearm I would put it. I consulted some people about how I should orient it. Is it for me, or is it for other people? I think I've come to the conclusion, if I get it, it would be kind of a mix. I once said I wished it was old days where I could wear a black armband to show I was in mourning, and a friend said I should, but that's too morose. But a little sun, reminding me of how she shined down on me with her love, sometimes harshly, could make me feel better. And maybe someone would ask me why I have it. (I usually wear short sleeves). As it's been six years, aside from PTSD flashes, it's harder to remember the good stuff and not just my grief. Something to automatically remind me of her warmth.
Man, I need therapy again. Here's looking forward to being so poor I qualify for Medicaid!