Ok, so I am out in Norwich last week looking for a vintage steamer chest to use in our new flat ( they make ah-mazeeee-ing coffee tables) and some random, weird, strung out looking fellow comes up to me spouting gibberish. I'm pretty dumbfounded at this point and I have no idea what the 'crap' is going on until he starts showing me various bits of pasty white flubs of skin of which held a few black stencilled bits. It totally clicked after he started exposing himself to me and my boyfriend who didn't look to impressed I might add. This was not the first time I was harassed by an overtly keen weirdo with a few "tats" but it did make me realise that because I do have a tattoo in a pretty well seen part of my body ( my chest for those who do not know) that I'm now a member of the "Tattoo Crew" which pretty much means any one who spots another person with a tattoo will stop and thus start showing all of the places, and things they have been marked with. It really is like being in some secret society, and sometimes it is just "" who wanna look'see but most people who have stopped me in the street removed some article of clothing to reveal a misshapen cross, or really tacky butterfly. These people do not seem to faze me anymore because it seems I am actually apart of a society where borderline sexual harassment is tolerated because there actually was something there to be seen that was not genitalia.
I do wonder what radomers would happen if people become like the "Tattoo Crew" and just started going up to people asking " Do you think my stomach abscess looks infected?" or "What do you think about this rash, do you think its herpes?". Would we become a more united group of people, perhaps friendlier because there would be people who would tell someone " Yeah, dude that looks infected" or " I really have no idea it could just be in-grown hairs?" and not have to be your friend to tell you that? Not that I would ever go up to my buddies and ask whether this mole on my ass looks like skin cancer, but you get the idea. I do wonder if I could just go up to someone in random society and just start talking about my hairy back and get a general response that is not "Um...ew I do not want to see it again, who are you and why don't you have a shirt on?!"
Pretty much what I am trying to say here is that I have no idea whether I enjoy "Tatt'd" freaks coming up to me and taking their clothes off, because the outcome of the situation ends with me standing in a public place with a half naked person closing in on me and pointing to various body parts. I also think that if its not acceptable to wonder up to strangers and start being friendly about their hair loss, I do not have to deal with these creepers.
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