LA: Ink Me, Baby, One More Time

I waited until I was 38 to get my very first tat. That would be about 11 years ago. After my husband beat me to the punch and got one before me, I finally sucked it up and did the deed (oh, and did I mention a lifelong phobia of anything involving needles? Yeah…along with societal disapproval, the needle thing was a bit of a disincentive) The thing was, I couldn’t let him continue to taunt me that he was braver than I. I picked a nice generic piece of flash off of the wall. It was/is a very attractive bird that I have since seen on at least a couple of other people. Not that I was ever one of those gals who freaks out if some other woman shows up at the office Christmas bash in the same outfit, but ink is just more….personal/ Liz Arakelian , My Life’s A Freak Show. More here .

Question: Do you have a tattoo? What kind is it?