
- The AtoZ of me – Blogging from AtoZ2023
- A for all that – an evolving list of my post
- A is for All together now…
- B is for Blogging #mondayblogs #atozchallenge
- C is for Cats
- C is for C-PTSD
- D is for ‘dont call me that’ – aka Donna #Mondayblogs
- E is for Edinburgh
- F is for Fun…
- G is for Gods and mythology
- G is also for gaming
- H is for Horror
- I is for ink
- J is for Joy
- K is for Kindle (Scribe)
- L is for LudoSport #MondayBlogs #OneNameOneSky
- M is for music
- N is for Nature
- O for oracle (and tarot)
- P is for Psychosis #realmentalhealth #mondayblogs #nomorestigma
- P is for Petrichor
- Q is for quiet
Did you know I have a tattoo?
I do. When I seperated from the father of my now adult children, my brother offered me a tattoo for my birthday/Christmas. I think he was expecting a little butterfly, or something that was on my shoulder or back, that would always be covered, but…well, my tattoo remains mostly covered, but it’s not exactly a discreet tattoo.
I’ve got a biohazard tattoo on my spine.
It’s got a meaning too. A lot of people joked to say that it’s a tramp stamp, but it honestly is something important to me.
A biohazard symbol marks the contents as hazardous to biological life. All of them. Including me.
I used to say my biohazard symbol marked how I felt about myself, and in a way that’s true. I am…in some ways, dangerous. To myself, to others. But I can turn that danger to other stuff – for example, nuclear material is marked as biohazard. It can be used to power…anything, when refined and treated correctly. And that’s how I view my tattoo. I don’t like myself, I feel dangerous sometimes, but… I’ve got the power to be so much more. And I’m responsible for that power. To use it properly.
