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My first tattoo, a circle the size of a quarter, was the result of a woman I should never have had sex with and the slight obsession that came with it — an obsession that had me repeating the same bad decisions over and over again which had me going in circles. After being inked, the tattooist mentioned sometimes to stop going in circles you need to break the circle.

A lover at the time had designed a tattoo for herself and asked me to go with her; I decided to get my second tattoo with her — an ancient rune that meant joy and pleasure.

She told me she was chasing unicorns and our intense love affair changed me forever — it left me with a Welsh Dragon and a Scottish Unicorn, and they are the most dramatic ink I wear.

The phrase “Light and Love” was my fifth — two very noble pursuits and are accompanied by cherished memories that still echo.

During a period of personal growth, the circle and the rune were enhanced into a Sun and a Moon; a reminder that as much as I can shine, I can also reflect the light of others.

My most recent tattoo is a Norse protection sigil that I placed near my heart— it turns out my Celtic ancestry includes some Viking blood.

There is an intimacy of ink; as well as the pleasure and the pain. All of which have made me who I am.

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