Category: My Daughter’s Tattoos

Yo-Nenny’s ink

Tattoos Four & Seven: Lightning Bolts

This story of Yo-Nenny’s fourth tattoo is one (in her own words) of pain and vanity. We don’t get to see it since she’s since covered it up with another tattoo. Like tattoo number three, it was hand-done by a friend. “Does it hurt more to get a hand-done tattoo than a machine-done one? Every jab must hurt.” Uh huh. Somebody who’s not skilled possibly has a heavy hand. There’s a way the tattoo gun, […]

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Tattoo Three: The Star

Yo-Nenny got her third tattoo a month after her second, when she was sixteen. It was one of those things … I was hanging out with a friend — I wasn’t close to her — and it just came out of boredom. She gave me the tattoo. I gave her one, too. There was no reason for me to choose a star except it was kind of innocuous. It was the beginning of my having […]

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Tattoo Two: The Wave

Here’s the story of Yo-Nenny’s second tattoo. She got it about a month after her first one, when she’d just turned sixteen. I went straight home after getting my first tattoo, looking for inspiration for my next one. I got the idea off a mirror that my brother gave me from The Met. I looked in my backpack and I had this teeny little hand-mirror and it had this design on the back of it, […]

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Baby’s First Tattoo

In the beginning, Yo-Nenny had plain old skin that glowed a rich shade of Greek-olive green. Yet even while still in her single-digit years, she talked about wanting to adorn it with inorganic materials. I wasn’t wildly happy about this, which undoubtedly made the idea more appealing. I’d hoped the tattoo of my own reckless youth might serve as a deterrent. Silly me. Here’s the story of Yo-Nenny’s first tattoo, which she says she acquired […]

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