I disagree that it's the same as preferring dark hair and a certain height.
I think the fact that we elect to have tattoos mean they stand for something more.
How much or how little depends on numerous factors.
A tattoo involves placing ink under the outer layer of skin with a sharp needle or a tattoo gun with many needles.
That’s because tattooing was relatively uncommon among the mainstream public, and having a tattoo almost automatically meant that you had some sort of criminal association.
As a tattooed woman, I've definitely been on the receiving end of the types of messages that get sent to us online.Luckily today, tattoos are very common and have lost that kind of association.This doesn't mean that gang tattoos have disappeared altogether.i love music and i write songs and play guitar and i also have a job.I'm no stranger to the world of online dating, I was rather ahead of the trend, going on my first online date a whopping 18 years ago."Love your ink", and "Your tatts are so sexy", are the tone of messages that have always made me feel like a man's fetish, rather than a potential love match. On Tinder, I regularly see comments in profiles along the lines of "Tattoos are a bonus," like they're a cherry on the cake of me.What is it exactly that makes some people find tattoos hot or sexy?This will hurt, but how much depends on a number of factors.You can control the discomfort a lot or a little by thinking it through and preparing yourself for the best possible experience. Choose a less painful area for your tat if you are really sensitive, or really worried. Those would be muscles or fleshy places like your rear end, arms, shoulders, legs, and maybe your upper chest or back.But on the right person, and on women in particular, tattoos can be beautiful, intricate, intriguing.I have a female friend who is swathed in purple and navy, a wave of calla lilies crashes at her wrist and crescendos at her tricep, roses bloom from her sternum and blossom at her bust; as she tucks her hair behind her ear, you'll spy a tiny lock and key nestling in her hairline. I almost went under the needle, although if I had gone ahead and got a skull inked on my forearm, the one that I took a cleaning job at 16 to fund, I'm sure I would have taken a cheese grater to it by now. If I'm approached by a man with an assortment of scratchy doodles across his skin, purchased on a stag-weekend whim, or a tribal armband he had inked in the early Nineties and which has proceeded to catalog his diminishing muscle tone ever since, I find it off-putting and unattractive.