Ms. Mikki

My first tattoo was done at a punk house in NW portland by a guy named Nico.

Several years later I began collecting more intensily.

Hand poked myself.

During my apprenticeship, I did a couple on my legs.

Professor Don Deaton

Lion King

PJ English

Bill Liberty

Scott Sylvia

Eric Hogan

Aaron Cain

Patrick Conlon

Mike Davis

Kari Barba

Patty Kelley

Juan Puente

Mike Stobbe

Corey Miller

Paul Booth

Henning Jorgensen

Sin

Yutaro

Rob Nunez

Christian Lyze

Salem

Kicker

Lil'D

Vince One

D'Boy

Lisa Schmoldt

Matt Howse

Rick Walters

Clancy from austrailia

Will Thomas

and my godson Zak.

My first tattoo was done at a punk house in NW portland by a guy named Nico.

Several years later I began collecting more intensily.

Hand poked myself.

During my apprenticeship, I did a couple on my legs.

Professor Don Deaton

Lion King

PJ English

Bill Liberty

Scott Sylvia

Eric Hogan

Aaron Cain

Schmoe Dawg

Patrick Conlon

Mike Davis

Kari Barba

Linda Tobin

Patty Kelley

Julie Moon

Juan Puente

Mike Stobbe

Corey Miller

Paul Booth

Henning Jorgensen

Dave Gibson

Jack Rudy

Sin

Yutaro

Rob Nunez

Christian Lyze

Salem

Kicker

Lil'D

Vince One

D'Boy

Lisa Schmoldt

Matt Howse

Rick Walters

Clancy from austrailia

Oliver Peck

Will Thomas

and my godson Zak.

This was kinda hard, hoping I didnt forget anyone.

"Every trash can, can catch a stick once in a while." I love you Danny. Keep running it true. M

Shotsie, I started calling those kinda folks, "hot topic guru's". See you in Seattle! 0x0x0. M

Hi Jazz, I hope you were able to get the angst out that you needed to express. I havent figured out how to, yet; without having my intent be misunderstood. As for what I was told, once, when I asked how I may be included in some of the painting projects, book publications ect, I was told I needed to "hang out" more with certain folks. Yeah...no thanks. I got too much shit to do, than to hang out. Not to mention, that seems a little too much like being asked to hang from someones balls, so I may be accepted. I stepped into this business, surrounded by men. And in no way, was it easy to establish myself or set my boundaries in this male dominated industry. I gave it a go. I was blessed to share the city with MaryJane Haake. And have Vyvyn close by in Seattle. But that was it, on the nearby female support front. We were still isolated in a territory code of honor relationship. I reached out to Suzanne, Kari and Patty for support later and was relieved to make friends with them. In the beginning, being a pretty young woman gave me a lot of grief. Being more talented than some of the guys I worked with, also gave me grief. I wanted to be recognized for doing good work, having good work ethics, doing good tattoos and being a good artist. I struggled my entire career, with want to be accepted on those merits. "I still struggle". When I began, there were maybe ten out of hundred women that were any good at tattooing. The statistics for men in that hundred were about fifty to hundred. Its still about the same ratio. Even though there are many more men/women in the industry today. Why? I have my theory. But we can touch on that another time. Here, I am hoping to support Jazz in the "making of history" topic. I down played my feminine self, as to not be a distraction on the work site. I kept my integrity and didnt become a star fucker to "improve my career opportunities". Unlike many I have witnessed over time. Ya wanna know what I went through in detail, here's some short examples. Lets see...my first year in the business, I was drugged and given as a birthday present to one of the tattooers I worked with. I was socked in the face another time, same year, when I didnt respond to another tattooer's advances. The same guy, hired one of the bum's to come in and tell my Sensai, that I was reusing needles and not sterizling my tubes. He also, when I got in my motorcycle accident, that layed me up for a long while, told everyone, all my clients, that I was never going to tattoo again and that he would finish what ever works I had begun. I was on my own, fresh out of jail, trying to hold on to something. Not wanting to fall back to old street habits and a deadend road. I fought hard to keep going. I never said anything to anyone, not wanting to cause trouble in the work place. I just wanted to learn my trade from the man that offered me an apprenticeship. I am grateful, my Sensai, never once tried anything on me. Never gave me any sexual pressures. It helped me. Knowing at least one man, in the bunch, had some code of honor. And did'nt think with his dick. The next situation I had to figure out, was working with a man, that I didnt want to reject. But was not interested in sexually either. The sexual pressure, went on for a couple of years, until finally, somehow diverting the relationship to, "she is my daughter, he is my father" attitude helped sway any angst that could have resulted in not participating as a hole. I loved the man, but was not interested in having sex with him. Something had to be done. And playing the card that we were "related"...worked. Later, and at another shop. I had, what I thought was a friendship with a young man. New to the scene, he was an up and coming...going to be the next cream cheese in the business. I always laughed off his advances trying not to let him feel too rejected. I wasnt a prick tease. I respected him. I actually liked him. I wanted to be his friend. Period. We worked together for a year. And after having a curt dicussion on how I was never going to fuck him. Friendship lead to tension at the shop, and the boys club finally rallied and I was fired. I kept working hard. Trying to get better as an artist/tattooer. I wanted so badly for the barrier to be lifted and the boys club to go away. I thought it would die away, when the old timers died. Taking with them the archaic programming of where a "woman's place" should be sequestered. I got rallied up reading a blog on here a few weeks ago, and then again when Vyvyn was down visiting. She has been going through this, for nearly forty years. And we both, almost in unison, stated, in wonder, how we as women, are still not recongnized in the light we feel we deserve. I am honored to have been the first woman to work out of HB tattoo, Temple tattoo, Skull and Sword, and AWR. I have know these guys for years, saw most of them come up in the business and am stoked that they gave me a seat, based on my being who I am, soley as a person. I hoped to show them all, that not all women are holes, trouble in the work place; or give them reason, not to consider hiring another woman down the road. I understand, men and women are different. Even in sweat lodge, it is part of ritual to hide our womanly attributes as to not tempt the male libido in ceremony. This rift is everywhere in the arts, in sports, in music, in the writers league and in daily life. So, how do we evolve out of this predetermined human practice of segregation? Be more self aware? Be more conscious of how we are responding to one another on an animal level? As Vyvyn made light of, how do we get the men, who are more "clan like in nature" to include us as women without threat to their ego's or make them feel out of place as a man, by having a woman of equal standing, standing right next to them? I hold my own. Im not trying to break anyone down. Im here to nuture and support. But I also want to be accepted. Some get it. Most don't. So, how do we as women in this industry, obtain this stature? Part of the overall discussion, began with this topic and went on to what's been happening in the tattoo publications. Seems everyone, wants to rewrite history or re-invent the wheel. Some of our worry, is that these people that are pushing books about themselves, and their buddies, are indeed making history. Ten years from now, these people that some of you were programmed to admire and worship, will be known as having been the top twenty five of this era. The people that were excluded from such publications, or did not participate, or rally to publish themselves will be swept under the rug and long forgotten. I guess, when Lyle and Ed decided to nuzzle themselves into the public limelight, as to make their mark in the history books. They succeeded. They knew they had to keep the buzz going about themselves to stay in the game. I remember some of the old timers scoffing at them, talking about what big ego's they had and remarking in discust with where they were taking the industry with their need for stardome years ago. Well, here we are, a generation or two later and now weve got considerably less deserving figures calling the shots. And the old timers that scoffed, many are trying to jump on whatever band wagon they can, to not be forgotten. History...as Jazzy, is pointing out, is being made right now, by people, that should step to the back of the line. If you are going to publish a book, would you please consider doing some research on what tattooers male and female, that actually contributed something unique, and innovative to this industry. Please stop the circle jerk of publications, that regurgitate the same imagery of the past fifty years, and showcase the next ball swinger that had time to hang out.

Hello Hawk, I sent ya an email, a few weeks ago. Would like some of your brain memory as to this machine. I had also been told it was a collaborative effort. Hence why there is no marks on frame. Kinda like, when Danny and Juan put their know how together to tweek the philosophers stone. Looking forward to hearing from ya. Cheerios, M

pull your head out of your ass and show us what ya got. Red shoe penny collector! :) M

Hawk, I was told by Chuck Elderidge it was an Owen Jensen. This of course was a long while back. Please share with me your info on it, if you have it. And Dringenberg and company, you made my precious collection years ago. Ill post those when I remember to take my camera home. You are in good company. :) Always,

M

O Loch! It was so wonderful seeing you and your lady friend locking up those bikes in front of the shop. Thank you for the surprise visit. It warmed this little heart of mine, it did. :) Please come and stay a little longer so I can give you the savory menu tour of some of my favorite Portland chefs. I would also like to share, what is left of the old tattoo history here that I grew up with. Sea Tramp Tattoo. Mary Jane Haake. Deluxe Tattoo. Even maybe a visit out to Bert Grimms gravesite. It is quite a sweet story of his wife and his long time relationship, and then being buried next to eachother. This week is fleet week and the Rose festival. All those navy boys come down town in their uniforms and whoop it up. I have fond memories of them coming in yearly to get tattooed. There is something so romantic about it all. The contrast of the seedy bum junkie ridden streets, full of life at this time with drunken laugher and sailor's kicking their heels up on leave. Night time downtown this time of year, is one of my favorites. Its timeless. So anyhoo...next time, well have to enjoy some hikes and share with you some epic view points. If not a ride on one of the bikes. It really is a lovely city. Thank you for stopping by and taking it in for a minute. Love to you. Respectfully, M