I will admit that I am always fascinated by the stereotypes people surround themselves with to “protect” their beliefs and social structure. Fascinated…yes. Appreciative…not so much. One of my favorite is tramp. Now, it should be disclosed that I have always had male friends as far back as I can remember. It made me oddly more aware of being female and I like that very much. As my life stands right now, I currently have a great male friend. I am very blessed by his friendship as he is a very kind and understanding person who puts up with loads of my issues with an accepting smile. On the heavier side of my life, I have been in a committed relationship with the same man for almost 22 years. He is my strength by fostering my growth both as a woman and as a wife. I never have to look behind me to see if he has my back because he always does. But, because I work for an erotica company and take great pride in the fact that I believe women should grasp their sexuality, I am a tramp.
The good news is that, in the grand scheme of things, I have apparently upped my bid for the tramp of the year in the last year when I go a rather large tattoo on my shoulder. My hubby and I had always wanted to get tattoos for Valentines Day. Before that gets to sounding too romantic, we picked Valentines Day because we wanted to commemorate the day. We did not get matching tattoos or things inked onto our skin that represent our commitment to each other. More than, we picked tattoo designs that represented our ultimate believe in something higher…..not because our dedication to each other is any less….but because we understand that our bodies are our only real possession. We share them with each other, but when we decorate them, it has to be something we can feel in our heart and soul. Anyway….as he was a Marine…he has an incredible scene of an eagle in the flag with the letters USMC underneath. On a man, apparently, a tattoo is an accepted form of expression. On a woman, however, it is considered a “tramp stamp.”
At parties (and several other times in the past), I have been asked about my tramp stamp. I am very proud of it and display it often. It is rather large…I realize…at about 4” round and took four hours with a great tattooist to make a reality. I purposely picked a Japanese symbol (kanji) in full six colors in the middle of a sun. I wanted people to ask what it meant, if they wanted to know, instead of judging from a pictorial representation my character or views of the world. Apparently, on this, I was so vastly wrong. It seems that the mere presence of a tattoo and my willingness to show it off to others offends the masses. I have been educated and enlightened by the hoards of well wishers that God did not intend women to have tattoos. I would love to say that this is only in the Bible belt, but that would be untrue. I received the same information when I was in Florida recently (where tons of people show off pounds of skin!).
The interesting thing to me is that people rarely ask me what the tattoo means because they are so focused on stereotyping. When I explain that the kanji symbol represents the absolute power of God, people really get a horrified look on their faces. When I am asked if I think my actions as a member of an erotica company makes God happy (I know I know—that’s like porn right? No…more like literotica, but that is not the stereotype), I reply that I guarantee that my actions make God happy because, if it did not, I would not do it. I know, it’s not a popular theory of life, but, hey…its mine no less and I own it. I challenge all others to do the same.
The point I am getting at is if you judge someone by what you see on the outside, then you will get the wrong impression every time. Taking a moment to look a little deeper always pays off. In an instant, sex turns to sexuality and tattoos become artwork. And then, my code says that if you if you don’t like something about me…please feel free to keep it to yourself! I believe they call it the Golden Rule or something like that, but I doubt it will ever catch on.~~Dee