The thrill of joining up my tattoo leg piece with my torso
These photos are a little difficult to work out, because I was lying on a bench with my leg at 90 degrees and not stretched out. Soon I will get a photo of me standing up and showing saggy bottom. Not many people are pleased to be tattooed to disguise aging, but I am. The effect of gravity on my derriere will be masked somewhat by the ink.
All that remains now of this piece is to tattoo the inner leg. I think Ben has delayed this as long as possible because he is fastidious about getting close to genitals. Don't blame him really, but it is part of a tattooists life. I don't think he will be tattooing my penis!
From here I will then go ahead with my left leg down to my knee. The upper leg is such a large area it will be a couple of years before that is complete. Then I face a big crossroads. I want to go ahead with full sleeves on both my arms, but my wife will provide strong opposition.
The desire to cover all my body is strong one and it belongs to me and me alone. I feel deep frustration at my perceived threat from society the further I go. Hardly a day goes by when I don't think about what it would be like to have my face and head tattooed. My heart says do it! But my head says that it would be like a kind of prison. I am convinced that a full face moko would enhance my appearance make me feel complete. But I know it will never happen though a small part but insistent part of me clings to the hope that one day I will feel it to be possible.