Emily Sewuster

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    Junior tattoo collector in the making. General body modification enthusiast. I support my fellow young ladies in their quests for infinity-symbol-dream-catcher-feather-owl-white-ink wrist tattoos with hidden names, but the call for such a quest has not yet struck me.
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    Student/interning all summer, every summer

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  1. I think what you're saying is partially true. I know that tattoos are no longer seen to be nearly as deviant as they once were, (in fact, I'd say having one or two small tattoos is mainstream), but at the same time, the industry of tattooing is still associated with the whole societial-rebel scene of not giving a fuck. I think that as far as individuals go, however, the whole stereotype of the "deviant, doesn't-give-a-fuck" attitude is modernly only applied to those of us who choose to get sleeves or any visible multitude of tattoos, because that isn't "normal" yet. But stereotypes are just stereotypes. Even if someone has a multitude of visible tattoos, they could still give a fuck about what other people think. Those types of people probably are very careful about choosing tattoo subject matter because they are afraid of offending someone if they have a dream catcher on their arm, but aren't related to aboriginal roots in any way. Personally, I'm a bit in the middle. If I wanted a pinup girl tattoo or traditional flash of a mermaid bearing her nipples, but was afraid of offending the strict feminists in the world who might think pinup girls represent the objectification of women, I'd disagree with them, but I'd still give a fuck and recognize that those people exist, so I'd get the tattoo somewhere it could be easily hidden. I think most people with tattoos give a fuck to a certain degree. Hence why a lot of us squabble about the ethics of facial/neck tattoos. If we didn't give any fucks at all, we'd be content to let anyone get tattooed where ever they wanted, with whatever subject matter, by a scratcher in your friend's kitchen.
  2. I agree with other comments saying this tattoo could use some more color. When I saw the original design, I thought it would look best with the classic green and red tones, so I was a bit confused when I saw that there were colored flowers in the back as well as color in the skull, but the snake was left untouched. It does look a little unfinished since there is color in those areas of the tattoo, but not the snake. The blue in the skull is a unique choice, and it definitely could be blended in better with the rest of the piece if maybe there was a hint of blue in the snake as well. Right now it looks like the snake is a new, unfinished tattoo on top of two colored tattoos. The design is really solid though, I like the concept! Such nice imagery can be paired with a lot of different things to turn the tattoo into a sleeve. I'm partial to thinking that, since you've already gotten classic images of a skull, a rose, and a snake, you should maybe add a panther or a dagger. That being said, if you have room, a sugar skull or a Day of the Dead girl might tie into your interests! If you're still uncertain, talk to your artist. Tattooing is his job, so he'll know how to build this into a unified piece. In fact, I'm sure if you asked nicely, he would come up with multiple ideas if you book a consultation.
  3. So, I thought getting tattooed was supposed to cure the itch? Maybe it's because my artist is now giving Saniderm to all his clients and the healing has been a dream thus far, but I feel no difference in my level of itch. I've had most of my tattoos planned for years, so perhaps I'm just tired of waiting. I just want to get tattooed again, right now, even though I have a tattoo currently healing on my thigh. I can't get no satisfaction, I suppose.
  4. I just got this done a few hours ago by my local artist Jared Sark at Infinite Expressions Tattoo Personally, I'm thrilled with it, but because I joined this site to learn how a seasoned tattoo collector looks at tattoos, I'd love to hear your guys' opinions on this piece!
  5. Honestly, the teeth don't throw me off at all, it's just the overall shape of the face/position of the ears that makes the mouth a focal point to me. I agree with @bedoktime and I would say it's a fine tattoo as it is. Also, Boston Terriers are sweet dogs! I approve! I don't think that it would look odd if the teeth were fixed with blank ink though. I think it would still look just fine, in fact! In the end, it's your tattoo and if that's what you need to ask your artist to do in order for you to love it with no regrets, I'm sure (s)he'll have absolutely no problem doing that for you!
  6. @pidjones Oh for sure! I'm lucky in the fact that most of my emotional hurting about my disability actually doesn't come from malice at all. It's just people trying to be nice that mostly hurts me (praying for Jesus to "fix" me in my high school classes, in front of my friends, saying I was born this way for a reason, calling me an inspiration, saying I exist to make others feel more grateful for what they have, all that supposedly "nice" stuff actually hurts me deeply), and I'm actually grateful for that, because I've traveled to places where the things that hurt disabled people aren't accidents. They're inherently malicious and sickening! I'm lucky my cerebral palsy is mild. I often joke that old ladies assume disabled people are angels who can do no wrong, but also condemn body modification, so they'll be conflicted whether or not to smile at me or clutch their purses to their chests as I walk passed. I also get mistaken for a drunk quite a bit, and I'm actually surprised I've never been refused for a tattoo or piercing and had to explain why I walk the way I do. Maybe tattooers just have so much experience with people coming in the shop ACTUALLY intoxicated that they know the difference? Haha. Either way, I'm already extremely used to people staring, so no reactions faze me anymore. I am abnormal by birth, but I'm also abnormal by choice, and every little modification makes me feel like I'm retaking ownership of my body from the clutches of my disability and the prejudice that, because I'm disabled, I must be chipper, optimistic, and "otherwise normal". I don't want to be otherwise normal! In addition to that, most of the time, I'm quite frustrated and non-optimistic about my situation, but I recognize the fact that I am who I am and I own it, so I walk in a room with confidence. I've had roughly two decades to get comfortable with my body's abnormalities, both the ones I obtained voluntarily and the ones I did not. I don't mind if it takes the general public some time to get comfortable with it, either. It's only fair to give them time, too. I'm not owed acceptance by anyone, but I'll treat anyone and everyone who does accept me like they've done me a great service and respect them, too. All in all, the tattoos only make me more comfortable with being different and give me more perspective on the psychology behind prejudice. I know how to act for first impressions, and I'm good at making friendships and relationships work, so I must be paying good attention and learning the right things from this life. I may not always be happy with the way I am, I sure as hell don't aspire to be anyone's inspiration porn, I just focus on liking myself and conveying that to the world. It's happiness in ourselves that matters. Thanks so much for being awesome about my post and not being one of those silver-liners. We all bear discrimination, prejudice, and other petty trials in which we are put on the defense stand without a justifying reason, and I'm just glad the tattoo community is a place where we do it together.
  7. Thanks very much! Feeling welcome already!
  8. Oh man, I'm gonna eat up that interview section! Sadly, I'm not a "selfie" kinda girl so the only picture I have of my work is my first tattoo when it was freshly done. I figure I can see it any time I please so I don't keep updated documentation on its progress now that it's nice and healed up. I might get around to updating it, but alas, shoulder blades aren't the easiest things to get pictures of. The piece I'm getting on the 1st will be on my leg, which I admit I'm nervous about because who knows how my palsied muscles will react, but at least it'll be easy to show off and snap photos of! Mind the redness, I hope you don't mind small, girly things! If I may brag on behalf of my artist, I'd say his instagram has some great traditional-style work. I look forward to ogling over everyone's pictures here!
  9. Thank you so much for this! While I drool over "big names" as much as any other tattoo fan would, it'll take a few years before I can get under their needles. Jared Sark is my local friend and artist, and I believe that being tattooed by a friend provides a touch to the art that you can't get any other way. I'm sure LST will satisfy my tattoo itch in between pieces and I'm excited to learn more about the craft through veterans and my fellow college-age kids alike!
  10. Honestly, I feel extremely fortunate. I grew up fascinated by tattoos, even the little temporary ones, and my parents, one being fifty and the other being late-forties, aren't very old in my opinion. They don't like tattoos at all, mind you. My father hates them more openly than my mother, but to be fair to them, their only experiences with tattoos were old biker/sailor/prison culture myths and the occasional dolphin tramp stamp or fairy tattoo that my babysitters would get with the money my parents paid them to look after me. My parents are lovely people, so they never told other people how to parent their children, nor did they stop allowing those teenage girls with silly tattoos to babysit me, but when it came to their own daughters, they vocally expressed their dislike of tattoos. There weren't many threats. Just a calm "I don't like tattoos for reasons x, y, and z." and my sisters all agreed. It wasn't until I was a teenager and announced that I thought tattoos were beautiful and planned on getting one that the threats came out. Not from my father--my father would rationally talk to me about possible repercussions when he saw me contemplating a "bad decision", but ultimately, he was willing to let me live and learn from my own decisions as long as I listened to his perspective--but my mother. This surprised me because my mother was always the lenient parent, grew up on a farm with a very large family full of odd characters, whereas my father was authoritative, the youngest son of strict Dutch immigrants who stressed the importance of professionalism and hard work. I'm disabled and do not drive by choice. My mother tried to dissuade me by saying she wouldn't drive me to a tattoo parlour, therefore I was never going to get one. I pointed out that I was not an invalid, I would not live with her forever, and furthermore, I have friends and access to the public buses. When she realized how serious I was, she started getting aggressive and said she wouldn't help me move into my first apartment if I was going to get a tattoo once I lived independently. I told her that was fine, I was not an invalid, I had friends who could help me or hire help. I was responsible with my money and I always saved for unforeseen disability-caused complications. I said that it was her choice and that, if I was to live independently, it was fair for her not to assist me in moving. Well, I got unconventional piercings at age seventeen in my ear (daith and triple helix). She had no problem with them since the ear was "socially acceptable". Seventeen was the age I started university, but since I was still a minor, I needed her consent and assistance in finding disability-friendly living. She suspected that I would go out and get a tattoo if she let me leave, so she simply did not provide consent. Well played, mom. There was no fighting and we mutually agreed that I would just have to suck it up and live at home for my first year of study. At eighteen, I moved up to a septum piercing. She was disappointed, not as much as my father, who kept looking at my baby pictures wistfully. My sisters refused to look at me. I, however, had a huge self-confidence boost after my piercings. My mom has always wanted me to wear a light amount of makeup to "enhance my nice features!" and, wouldn't you know it, after getting my piercings, I started dressing nicer and wearing makeup more frequently. I would often catch glimpses of myself in reflective surfaces and squeal "I love my septum so much!" to which my mother would reply "I'm glad you like it!" I realized we were making progress and wondered that, if I were to be patient, if I could warm her up to tattoos... I got my dahlias pierced. They caused a lot of complications during healing and I had to get assistance to adjust them (palsied hands) which angered my mother, who hated getting involved, but hated making me suffer just because I'm disabled. All in all, she went above and beyond to help me, even though I didn't ask and kept saying "they're my responsibility. You don't have to help. I'll take a bus to get help from my piercer." She grew to actually like the dahlias and when I said I'd take them out when I go to graduate school, she seemed sad and said "I don't think you should have to. People are becoming more accepting. Maybe you can get your masters without having to take them out!" Now they're all healed up and we haven't had any issues with balls falling off or coming unscrewed for a few months. Thank goodness! My second year of university rolled around and my mother hinted that she wouldn't mind me continuing to live at home and it made her happy to watch me be successful every day. The savings on living expenses also gave her some peace of mind for my future. I agreed and thanked her for her generosity...Then I accompanied my parents and younger sister on a trip out of town. I casually asked if they could drop me off at a tattoo shop where an APP-level, semi-renowned piercer worked. They didn't blink an eye. They also didn't think to ask me what I was getting pierced until it was over, they had picked me up, and I was at Target, buying mild soap to clean the sites. I was nineteen and figured saying "you don't want to know" would be enough. My mother got her taut face on and her judgmental tone ready and insisted, so I coughed up the information: I had gotten my nipples pierced. She threw a fit right in the middle of an aisle about how it was wrong, disgusting, perverse, what-about-infection, etc. I was trying to shelter my fourteen-year-old sister from overhearing about her older sister's nipples, but it was impossible to keep her oblivious with my mother in a tizzy. She ended up storming away from me and we only made eye contact again that night at the hotel. My father was in the bathroom, my little sister was asleep, so she just said "show me". After mild protest, I did. I mean, she was my mother, she's seen worse. She was noticably relieved to see barbells instead of captive bead rings, and remarked that they were nicer than she expected. Eventually, I just mentioned in passing that my friend was taking me to get my first tattoo on my birthday. She seemed rather disinterested and replied "Oh, that's nice of him. Will you be home for dinner?" I came home with it, she saw it, asked "what does it mean?" and all that LA-ink-propagated crap, my dad noticably disapproved, but he knew I was getting it, made a couple good dad-jokes about the design, and that was it. I was never a rowdy daughter, I never went out drinking or even had sex while underage, and never fought or challenged authority. I was "the respectful one" who never got grounded once growing up, simply because I was content to smile and nod rather than experiment with pushing the boundaries of rules. Once they realized that the tattoo hadn't suddenly changed their obedient, well-tempered little girl into a delinquent, they were actually proud in a "my-daughter-has-a-tattoo-and-she's-not-in-prison-or-pregnant" way. Took some warming up for sure, but both my parents are extremely proud of me, and they've been relieved to notice how normally I live. My mother's biggest worry was that being disabled, pierced, and inked would be too much for society to accept all at once. Even in our conservative, rural area, I've managed to bring home lovely boyfriends who have impressed them both, I'm getting a great education, and I work at great internship firms every summer, building up my resume. Parents will be parents and they'll worry, but all my body modifications are done the clean and smart way and I'll do my best to make sure that their fears are never realized, haha.
  11. Thanks, haha. I know tattoo collectors around here are into dropping some pretty big names, and I hope to one day be able to post the same names in connection to work on my body, for now, my local shop is my haven. I'm glad my story is starting on a good note. - - - Updated - - - Aw, thanks! I guess people my age haven't been broken down by the world enough to put a bridle on their enthusiasm, haha! Looking forward to growing on these forums and sharing my future ink adventures!
  12. Hi there, Last Sparrow community! My name is Emily. I'm just a junior tattoo-collector in the making, young of age, and the only patches covered on my body were done by local artists (who, fortunately, also happen to have the most solid portfolios, excellent customer service, technical ability, and, of course, cleanliness around. There are multiple shops in my area, but I am lucky in the fact that the very best is fifteen minutes away from my home.) I'm currently a university student/summer-working-intern saving money for tattoo-oriented travel to the artists whose works tug at my heartstrings as hard as their waiting lists are long. I've enjoyed lurking the forums and reading the tales of those older than me who have been living my dream of international inking. I started going to my local shop for piercings at age 17 and have since built a rapport with the tattooers and other staff for being in the shop on an extremely frequent basis, whether it's because I have a craving for new jewelery, an adjustment of my current jewelery, or a new stab wound to hold in place with some metal. Years later, I'm taking philosophy courses as electives for university, and I recognize one of the tattoo artists from the shop in class. Given that he was older than your typical university student, I was surprised, but he recognized me immediately and what followed was two semesters of sitting with him, in between which, I bonded with him enough to sit with him for my first tattoo. Turns out this grown man with a wife and an established career was getting a degree in philosophy just because it was a passion of his. I chose to upgrade my philosophy minor into a double-major, and I'm excited to get an appropriate piece from him when I graduate to commemorate my accomplishment. In the meantime, I'm dipping into my travel funds to get another small tattoo from him. My appointment is set for August 1st, and when I walked in to leave my deposit, I was greeted by everyone. My sweet piercer, a petite blonde woman, gave my artist a hilariously gruff lecture for not being able to get me an appointment even sooner than the shortened one-month waiting time he already had given me! To boot, he booked what he estimated to be an hour more than he needed for the tattoo because he figured "Oh, you and I? We'll probably need a good chat session together." My piercer once offered me an apprenticeship out of the blue just because, in her words, I was one of her favourite clients. I was beyond flattered, but due to mild cerebral palsy affecting my hands and fine-motor-skills, I had to decline. She laughed and got red and admitted to me that she kept forgetting about my disability. I think that made me tear up more than getting my septum done did! I apologize for having gone off topic, but I live in a relatively conservative, traditional area and it's not often that get to share my adoration for this industry and how happy all of my experiences thus far have been. Due to the 10-post-3-day rule that keeps LST spam-free, I chose to write this in my intro. Waiting three days may have caused me to burst out of pent-up-affection for the aforementioned guys and gal who have treated me so well over the years. Though I always tip, money never seems to be enough praise. Tattooers, I appreciate what you do so much. Fellow enthusiasts, I hope all of you are able to get experiences like mine every time you go under the needle!