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.
Kai is a writer, author and avid reader. A mental health advocate, Ludosport athlete and coder. She’s the mother of two young adults, owned by two cats, and lives with her beloved in the Cotswolds.
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