If they only knew…
I took Am to get her first tattoo today. That’s what she wanted for her birthday.
We’re sitting in what, I guess, is a typical tattoo shop (not like I’d know as I haven’t spent much time in them. …Yet.) Loud music competed with the buzz of the tattoo gun. There was a fair amount of people in there, both customers and staff, and of course everyone had lots of ink, and lots and LOTS of piercings, pink hair, green hair, mohawks… my kid included! And, I shit you not, two guys in for a Prince Albert piercing, one of whom walked out with his pants around his ankles and his penis freshly pierced and wrapped in a black rubber glove.
Good times. Rlly.
But so we’re sitting there, Am’s at the table getting “inked” and I’m sitting on the bench watching. I have my mom-jeans on, my hair, just one color and plain brown at that, pulled up in a mom-ponytail complete with 80′s scrunchie, and my quilted brown thigh-length winter coat with fur on the hood. Cuz it’s fucking cold out there and I don’t care if it’s ugly, it’s WARM.
Am had brought her friend along for courage, her friend with the green hair and the snake bite/septum/eyebrow piercings and the tattoos on her neck and fingers.. sitting next to me on the bench.
They all started talking about their piercings and how much they hurt- or didn’t hurt. And how much they bled and how cool/gross it was. They talked about the pain of the tattoo gun, of how it feels to be stabbed and scratched with needles over and over again, how hard it can be to sit there, sit still, and take it.
Am looks at me sitting there next to her friend, looks around at the rest of the kids in the room (not a one of them over 25, I’d bet) and laughs and says “Mom. You look so out of place here with us freaks.” and the girl doing Am’s tattoo looks up at me and laughs and says “Yeah, Mom. You totally look out of your element.”
I just laughed.
Oh, I could talk with them at length about pain. And needles. And blood. I could talk about piercings, and body modifications. I could discuss the mental gymnastics involved for how to sit still and take it. I could talk about the euphoric feeling that they get when it’s over, that giddy little headrush of endorphins.
I could.
But… I’m just mom. Mom’s not freaky.
…If they only knew…
Uncategorized | kaya | 
February 11, 2011 8:09 pm
Your little secret…just mentally smile, and enjoy.
The visual of you sitting there is just so cute. What a contract of your boobs nailed to a board. ha!
lmao. If they only knew…You could have sent them all home crying for mom with a whole new view on the word.
I recently got my first tattoo. My 16 year old was teasing me when I was getting ready to go get it, about how I would wimp out and on and on… I got him to shut up by saying.. Um.. remember when the garage was all locked up and you decided to break the lock and go in there and found the dungeon? Who do you think was the recipient of all the whips and things you saw that day? He shut up and have not heard a word since.
I think I would have paid to see that boys face! Way too funny.
Kaya,
I’m not sure I’d have been able to keep a straight face. Can you imagine Am’s face if she were to get a glimse of those carvings on your boobs?
Dave
I love it! Its funny- I pull off the mom look but underneath the initial glance I got much ink and piercings.
Now, that’s funny.
That is funny! My kids have no clue either. They just think the most kinky thing I do is get on top… if only they knew!
So when do we get to see what she chose?
Doesn’t have to be the “real thing”, of course.
Who knows – maybe the next time Am wants a tat, master will order you to get one too…
- Don
make sure she uses the tat wax and keeps it clean but not to clean so that it dosnt become infected:) i have 4 tattoos and learned most of that from experience
I like your description of yourself in the tattoo parlour. All mommed up.
I don’t have any tattoos and so I don’t know what it feels like. But yes, I could talk about pain.
I think the point here is simply that for kids, young adults I guess, they are so certain that they know more than we do. So certain that we’ve never ever been young, daring, wild. Cause we wear mom jeans and a warm jacket some days.
Love the description.
I remember once while playing D&D with son #1 and some other friends. (Yes, geek alert)… anyway one of the guys made some comment about caning in reference to the game and then asked if I knew how much that would hurt… He said, in a confident, dismissing tone, something about “Have you ever been caned?”
I could not resist. “Nearly every day.” Totally straight faced.
It was another face palm moment for son #1.
ROFL yeah MOM.. you’re so not with IT!
Lord almighty, just wait. One day they will know and they will be like “OMG MY MOM IS THE BEST! ..even if she is a freak!”
I can totally relate! I’ve written a bit about navigating kids and kink, but I’m interested in your perspective too! Do you ever worry about how they will take it if they do find out you’re kinky? We had to have a talk with ours about why dad had so many paddles and whips in his closet. “Stay the hell out of your father’s stuff” was apparently not sufficient explanation.
What a great read that was! It’s fascinating how people manage to juggle being loving, devoted parents and being kinky, sexy adults. My children are still babies so it’s not an issue at the moment, but as they grow older I would like to slowly let them know that sex can be many different things.
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Loved this post Kaya. Like a lot of kinky folks, I can definitely relate to this. It even prompted me to write a small post on my own blog commenting on it –
http://www.femdom-resource.com/2011/02/16/if-they-only-knew/
Hah. Too funneh.
Nowdays the kids at uni have a new found wonder after seeing a couple of my needle pics.
Enlightenment is sometimes great. Othertimes it’s good to just be the ‘mum’.
I’ve gotten inked twice so far, and I don’t think the pain is *that* bad. I’ve had menstrual cramps that were WAY worse (before hysterectomy). I would imagine it’s nothing like having your breasts nailed to a board!
this made me giggle. just..fall over in my chair and laugh….
gawd.
thanks for that!
nilla
My girl got a tattoo this week and I cried. Brokenhearted. It’s killing my overreacting mommy heart.
This is a great blog post!
In my straight life, I’m a grad student and a college tutor. I moonlight as a prodomme/Switch and I have a sadistic boyfriend. I think constantly about what my students would say if they saw the marks on me. I know EXACTLY what you mean!