Tied To The (Whipping) Post

As I am out and about doing things (drinking, dog park), I keep my eye out for pretty girls with body art. Sometimes I use that approach just to meet pretty girls... Sometimes it's actually all about the ink. My Introduction usually starts the same way... "What's your ink?"

It's an innocent enough inquiry to put them off guard, and we can talk for a while before I try to get them to let me take a picture or two... Especially if said picture involves adjusting or removing clothing.

I've taken over 40 pictures so far, and only been turned down 2 maybe 3 times, so I feel like my approach is a good one.

I explain that I don't show faces. I don't use real names (Hell, I don't even use my real name, much less the name of an innocent). I'm pretty much ungooglable. Even if you happen to know my real full name, it's like I don't exist, so I try to keep my Sunday Ink Girls ungooglable as well.

Then I tell them "I have a web page, or a blog. I don't write on Sundays, so I use Tattoo pictures as filler."

It seems I don't write through the week anymore either. It's been a month and a half since I posted anything but pictures... and a short piece about the statistics of the pictures.

Some of you out there think the Ink pictures are creepy... Or that I'm creepy for approaching women that way.

Fine. I'm sorry you feel thus. I enjoy it, and I get to talk to a lot of pretty girls. I'm still gonna continue with it.

Some of you like them, even if it's a morbid type of curiosity (Bou) or a lusty man thing (walrilla).

A lot of the bloggers I know and read have taken a hiatus or sabbatical in the last year or two. Some never came back. Some actually announced their retirement.

I've been here for four years come July. Four long years. I may be just phoning it in right now, but damn it, I'm still here.

Lot of changes to my life in that time. I'm hardly the same human being anymore. I gained a lot of wonderful things... I had some of those things ripped away from me.

Just in the last year I lost 50lbs. That's half a human being. In that same year I very nearly lost my job. Not to mention bringing Jack (crazy blue dingo) into my home as a member of my family.

In the four years of writing I have been abandoned by my political party, and watched the country that I love dearly take the tenants that made it strong for 200 years and abandon them in less than 200 days.

You would think that all would be blog fodder, but I just feel overwhelmed and tired.

I have started a lot of posts only to delete them as inferior or rambling (like this one is).

My 100 word muse seems to be on vacation at the moment.

I set up the Sunday Ink pieces to autopost every Sunday, sometimes up to a month in advance. I told a few of my friends that if I die, most people won't realize for several weeks until the pictures stop coming.

So, to those people I say, "As of 12:30 June 13th, 2009... I'm not dead yet."

When the words come back to me, I'll forward them to you. Maybe this is the start of that.

If not, try to enjoy the pictures.