I write/shoot for a handful of publications in the industry and find myself traveling quite a bit, and missing home frequently (but not enough to stay put).
|Aphephobia-fear of being touched|
I do get cornered on occasion when I really would rather not be-- jeans or tampon shopping, date night, security checkpoints when I’m scheduled to fly, or at my kid’s school functions.
|Just Nasty, Nasty Hands|
|Policeophobie, fear of cops|
|Shame Showers muffle the screams|
Here’s the lame questions and answers—posted here in case anyone gets stuck.
Oooh, Does that hurt?
I’ve no great replies or answers to this one; I try to stick with one- liners like “they all hurt.” “What tattoo?” and my personal favorite “Does your face hurt?” (Though variations of this switch from’ face’ to’ mom’ on occasion)… and try to be as loving and patient as I can at that moment.
The open ended “ I would never..” which is really a passive question asking a person to defend your rational behind getting tattooed.
A “Good” usually suffices; the less syllables the better for passive types.
“To be honest, it’s always like a million beestings, even after it heals”--just in case they were thinking of getting tattooed, I get to do them a favor of helping them out with a healthy dose of fear.
Do you have any drugs/do you want to get high?
|What Would Zaphod Do?|
Sigh. Usually a mom-like look with furrowed brow exposes the ridiculous nature of the question. But Dreads and tattoos, I get it. If it needs to be enunciated I like to start off with “For real? Don’t you have anything better to do with yourself? “
Did you do that yourself?
Yes, I get bored easy, like right now.
|My friend, Uncle Bill Touch|
Everyone loves their tattoos, even the ones from Uncle bad-Touch’s kitchen. Who am I to tell them otherwise?
What are some of your experiences? How do you handle the touches and the questions?