“Believe it or not, some of us have piercings and tattoos and dye our hair because we think it looks pretty, not for any deep sociological reason. This isn’t an act of protest against cultural or social repression. It’s not a grand, deliberately defiant gesture against capitalists or feminists or any other social group. It’s not even the fashion equivalent to sticking two fingers up at the world. The boring truth of it, Gabriel, is that I don’t dress like this to hurt my parents or draw attention to myself or make a statement. I just do it because I think it looks nice. Disappointed?”
― Alex Bell
I have tattoos on my knuckles. My hands. My neck. My belly. My toes. My back. My thighs. My arms. My legs. Shall I go on? Because I can… But I won’t bore you with all my artwork, adorning my body galore.
I have piercings on and through my ears, belly, face, tongue, nose and so on.
I dye my hair with henna that turns it a subtle shade of maroon when the sunshine hits it just right. When the sun isn’t present? It’s a dark brown, coffee color, hinted only slightly with red and purple hues that are all but artificial — it’s henna, remember?
I refuse to wear bras because that’s confinement, and well: don’t we all hate to be confined? Fuck yes.
