My Tattoo Story: Sherry and Matthew

Sherry, Indiana, and Matthew, Maryland

The long story behind our (matching) tattoos begins a year ago in March of 2015.  I was named a Library Journal Mover and Shaker.  This prestigious award is given to 50 librarians world wide each year.  Matthew Winner was named a Mover and Shaker in March of 2013.  To celebrate, Matthew sent me a graphic he had designed which said Mover and Shaker in Gallifreyan, the language of Time Lords (from our absolute favorite classic show, Doctor Who).  Matthew said he wanted to make me a shirt that had the graphic. The shirt conversation soon turned into “wouldn’t that be a cool tattoo?”  At first it was a bit of a joke, but the more we talked about it, the better the idea sounded.  Matthew and I decided we would have our Gallifreyan Mover and Shaker tattoos done while we were both in Columbus, Ohio for our bi-annual school librarian conference.

The very first night we were in town we went and had our tattoos done.  Four months later, it’s still the most awesome thing we’ve done in celebration of being Movers and Shakers, best friends, and as a daily reminder that we are enough and are doing good things!

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My Tattoo Story: Dawn

Dawn, New York City

This was my present to myself for finishing grad school. I wanted to be a librarian since I was a child. I didn’t go to grad school right out of college. I worked as a retail manager for over 20 years. Then I decided to do it, I was going to grad school and finally becoming a librarian. I worked full time and took one class a semester until my last semester when I took two. I promised myself that if I made it through to the end I’d get myself the one tattoo I really wanted. A pinup librarian! This one was done by Gentle Jay Blondel (from season 4 of Ink Master). He drew her to resemble me and did the best job I could have wanted!

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My Tattoo Story: Bjoern

Bjoern, southern California

I was out surfing with some friends when they began shouting and waving at me. I didn’t know why – maybe they wanted to go in? Come closer? Then I looked down and saw a great white shark directly beneath my board. From my earliest memories, I’ve had an affinity for sharks. I was fascinated by them and read about them and studied them. This tattoo is a message from me to sharks, that I am their friend and I mean them no harm.

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Poem of the Week, by Kim Addonizio

IMG_3122I never paid much attention to tattoos until my children and their friends, and then my own friends, started getting them. For me, it’s been a natural progression from disinterest + a tinge of sadness (that beautiful skin, forever altered) to mild interest + resignation (that beautiful skin, forever altered) to deep interest (what’s the story behind that tattoo? + admiration (it’s an art form, with the body as medium) = these days, tattoos are among the first things I notice when out wandering the streets and beach. This poem, by one of my favorite poets, makes me think about them in a different way, in an everything-we-can’t-see-but-know-is-there kind of way. All the unknown stories walking around out there.

 

First Poem for You
     – Kim Addonizio

I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat
lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue
swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you

to me, taking you until we’re spent
and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss
the pictures in your skin. They’ll last until
you’re seared to ashes; whatever persists
or turns to pain between us, they will still
be there. Such permanence is terrifying.
So I touch them in the dark; but touch them, trying.

 

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My Tattoo Story: Tamara and Esayas

Tamara and Esayas, Austin, TX

We chose tattoos instead of wedding rings because we believe that love can’t be bought or sold or taken on or off and is not best represented by a material object. We thought that altering our bodies permanently was a better expression of our permanent union that supersedes the material. We also didn’t want to support the gold and diamond industries which have done so much harm to Africa. Our tattoos are each other’s initials in Amharic, the main language of Ethiopia, where we met.

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My Tattoo Story: Tam

Tam, Vermont

I have the first drawings my kids ever did of people tattooed on my arm. You know, that first drawing they do over and over and OVER again?! The people with heads, arms and legs, but no bodies? The top one is my 15 year old son’s mohawk guy, the middle one is my 13 year old daughter’s (fondly referred to in our family as) ice cream sandwich guy, and the bottom one is my 8 year old daughter’s belly button guy. I am waiting eagerly for the moment when my 4 year old son begins to draw people!  Also, I should give credit where credit is due. These tattoos were my husband’s idea. He has them on his leg too!

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My Tattoo Story: Bonnie

Bonnie, northern New York

My parents were both killed in a car crash three years ago. One of my happiest days was when I had my parents’ signatures on a letter to me tattooed on my wrist. I look at it daily and find solace in having something so personal from them. I cherish my tattoo.

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My Tattoo Story: Luke

Luke, Chicago

In college I took a class, taught by a wonderful teacher, in which Paradise Lost was the sole text. This tattoo is the next to last twenty-three lines of Book Two. We barely touched on them in class, but their imagery transfixes me. In this passage Satan has just given a speech to his fallen angels. His plan is to escape the shackles of hell, fly to God’s kingdom and corrupt mankind. But as he roars up out of the darkness into the bleak emptiness of space, he beholds the world, suspended from heaven by a golden chain. And Satan, even Satan, has to stop, if only for a moment, because the sight of it –this pendant world—is so beautiful.

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My Tattoo Story: Min

Min, New Hampshire

I’m adopted from China. These characters translate as “I love you. Night-night.” I got this tattoo because my mom has said this to me in Chinese almost every night of my life and I plan on saying it to my kids (if I ever have any). 🙂

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