Tat me, Please.

I just got a beautiful piece of art on my inner bicep. It hurt. But, nothing a little breathing can’t control. It’s actually more uncomfortable today (day after). I am in love with it. It’s much bigger than I expected. But, the artist told me two things: 1. if you want it to be beautiful and detailed, it needs to be bigger and 2. the world is ending in 11 months, so WHAT THE HELL. He had me at “the world is ending”… So, I WENT FOR IT. and it’s gorgeous. It’s an elephant with indian inspired art throughout.

Now, my interest is in those that look at it and say, “GOOD LOVE, THAT’S BEAUTIFUL” in comparison to those that look at it and say, “Oh..wow. That’s big. Yikes.. Do you like it?” or “You’re so beautiful, why would you do that?” and to that I breathe and understand that ignorance is REAL. How can you say someone is not beautiful just becuase they have a tattoo? Pretty girls don’t get tattoos, nice girls don’t get tattoos. OH C’MON. I am living my life and I love myself and know myself enough to know, this is what I want. I want a beautiful piece of art on my beautiful body. and if you find it unattractive, that’s fine. I’m not asking you to find me attractive, because I find me attractive and those that I need around me will, too.

So, now do we think people don’t like tats because they truly don’t like them, or because they are afraid of what other people will think if they like them? If you took your head out of the ignorant bubble it is in, you might be able to form your own opinion on it, and see the grace in tattoo artwork. However, if you choose not to, then you do not need to associate with me. I fly with open-minded sp!rits.~~~** Close-minded shells only know the ground, they can’t fathom flight.

Choose to fly.

double life (for now)

I had an amazing gig last week with my original band, The Dirty Gems. These guys are my spirit. When we’re on stage, I can’t even put it into words. I am free. I’m alive, electrified. It’s the only place I truly feel limitless. So, I have these moments- I share them with the people on stage. We’re connected, we’re protecting each other, we’re loving & trusting. It’s crazy real. Then we share that with the people watching. & then we’re living, loving & vibing. It’s undeniably real. Its so beautiful. Sometimes, the only thing I can do is smile until my cheeks feel heavy with happiness.

& then the next night I need to go to “work” to “make money” & I lose my balance. All of that love and reality gets shot down by this alternate universe that I have to live in to support myself. I don’t think it’s fair. I want to create my music and bare my soul and call it my “work”. But, it’s what I have to do. So, I trust the universe that there is a reason. The lessons are there. I am aware. I don’t deny money is necessary to live, but I don’t let it rule my life. I understand and respect that I need finances in order to achieve the things I really desire. & I fully know that one day this will be my reality: an existence of utopia and music.  My mind is open for your knowledge, Universe. My heart is free and ready. I am alive.