mr. T

This is mr. T, an old punk homie from the 90s. Well, T was into metal and punk. When he was apprenticing as a tattoo artist he did two pieces for me at Primal Urge in San Francisco. My leg sessions with him were excruciating. I was on my period each time and he had a heavy hand. He still gave me shit about women's health woo woo he learned from his girlfriend. Something about full moon cycles and our response to pain energy. I know for a fact Mr. T never picked up a book about gynecology.

Mr. T moved to NYC and ran a successful shop there for years. Then two things happened: Yosemite Sam and the pandemic. Mr. T became conservative, but more libertarian than republican. He always despised political correctness and wanted the freedom to offend. Back in the day, friends would simply shut other friends down in conversation or a shouting match. Now they take one another down on the interwebs.

Mr. T's studio closed during the pandemic and after that, he moved to Texas. Well, TX is more accepting of chicks with guns or chicks and guns. With all the derision, racism, and violence, I lost a few friends between 2015 - 2020. They went from homie to traitor - just like that. If a person can't support or defend me in this country, they can get fucked. I'm open about that.