Tattooed in the District

I live in Washington, D.C. and work in government. Follow along for awkward/ funny/embarrassing tattoo commentary from an outsider inside the Beltway.

The Jane Hotel. Bathroom talk. 

"I love your tattoos. I want more…"

"Oh, you should."

"I have this." (Girl shows me "f/11" tattooed on the inside of her arm.)

"Ah, yes. Nice!"

"A bunch of us got it. It’s an aperture…"

"Don’t worry. I get it…"

"Yeah because you’re totally arty too."
"So which ones are gang tattoos?"

"Wait…fucking seriously?!"

"So which ones are gang tattoos?"

"Wait…fucking seriously?!"

"You’re all tattooed up like an Ohio State player."

"I have a blog where I quote the things people say to me about my tattoos…that’s going up."
"Hey! Badass tattoo girl!"

…don’t make eye contact. Keep walking.

"Hey! Badass tattoo girl!"

…don’t make eye contact. Keep walking.

"Do you have Spider-man tattooed on your arm?!?!?!"

"Ummm…it’s a Buddha."

"Oh shit! I’m a Buddhist."

"Do you have Spider-man tattooed on your arm?!?!?!"

"Ummm…it’s a Buddha."

"Oh shit! I’m a Buddhist."

What! I need to start posting again. BRB.
“Your tattoos are so pretty!”
Love,
The sweetest three-year-old boy ever!
Response: I squealed with joy <3
“She’s got tattoos. That means she’s easy…I’m going home with her tonight.”
Love,
A drunk Joran van der Sloot look-alike
Response: I actually hate sex. And you.
On my way to West Virginia. Not sure exactly where I am but people are much more welcoming… 

"That arm there..took a lot of time, huh?" asked a working man.

"Hi! I just wanted to ask where did you get your tattoos done? They are beautiful!" asked a sweet plain Jane.

"Girl, that hurt? I just got this done—(guy pulls down his tank top down and reveals his fresh tattoo) It says creative. That shit hurt!" asked Lil Wayne’s cousin.
Wait for it. There it is—THE LOOK! Many people in DC have given me this look. It’s a look of disgust. A look of hatred. A look that translates into, “Who’s this white trash loser? Psh, she clearly doesn’t have any morals. She’s kinda scary! I bet she doesn’t even have a job. Ew! I can’t even stand by her (or sit next to her on S2 or 24 buses). I gotta move like right now.”
Reaction: Do y’all think I’m going to eat your fucking faces? I’m not permanently on bath salts waiting for the perfect time to attack. Chill out.

Wait for it. There it is—THE LOOK! Many people in DC have given me this look. It’s a look of disgust. A look of hatred. A look that translates into, “Who’s this white trash loser? Psh, she clearly doesn’t have any morals. She’s kinda scary! I bet she doesn’t even have a job. Ew! I can’t even stand by her (or sit next to her on S2 or 24 buses). I gotta move like right now.”

Reaction: Do y’all think I’m going to eat your fucking faces? I’m not permanently on bath salts waiting for the perfect time to attack. Chill out.