Me, a masochist? Not exactly. If anything, I’m closer akin to the broke ass version of Christian Gray. I do not enjoy pain of any variety. Let me make that clear. Still, I threw myself at the chance of getting tattooed by a Buddhist monk, which isn’t exactly bathing in lavender salts after a three hour visit to the masseuse.
This tattoo that I wear proudly on my back, this glorified tramp stamp, it definitely hurt.
I’ve written about this process in a prior post, but recently came across pictures and videos from my experience and decided to tell the story in video form. Here is what is was like from start to end.