Scar Me

"Yeah, so I'd like you to draw a tattoo design for me... something classy, like a '57 Chevy with a pin-up girl on the hood and and some comedy/tragedy masks that say "laugh now, cry later" next to a skull wrapped in barbwire with eight-balls for eyes, with a rattlesnake coming out of the mouth, surrounded by a flaming heart with a dagger stabbed through it, with an ace of spades on the handle, and maybe some dice rolling snake-eyes... with a banner under it all that says "Mom"..."

For some time now, I have wanted to get a new body modification. Unfortunately, I have all the piercings I want, and tattoos just don't appeal to me all that much (I regularly fantasize about getting a cover-up done on the one I have...). That leaves two choices - branding and scarification.

Branding is pretty much my definition of hell. I can't imagine sitting still while someone repeatedly burns me. The idea of sitting still while someone repeatedly cuts me seems somehow more feasible...

I think I want something on my forearms, in mirror image, or maybe different images that are related. Perhaps Celtic in nature, like on the torso of the young lady above, but a bit smaller. Maybe some symbol of my papal calling, or a clever bit of Buddhist symbology.

The point is, I don't have a design. I have friends who are artists, but they all kind of turned their noses up at the idea of art that would be cut into my skin with a scalpel. So I'm throwing it open to the Flock.

Have you ever wanted to take a knife to me? Here's your chance. Send me a design for a cutting that will go on my forearms. Don't feel limited to Celtic knotwork - surprise me. Try to think of how this piece of body art will fit into my look, and enhance the overall impression of widow-making, skull-crushing, virginity-ending power which it is my custom to embody.

Winner gets to help me pick the scabs.