The mystery of tattoo

I had a friend ask me to post this or not (grinning) and yes you know who u are.Tattoos tell many stories,some are fun some are sad and some you probably had them in a fun time with someone and decide to be a rebel and get one.And some are just plain ugly.To each his own.I am one who believes that there's always a story behind the ink.Mines tell many stories,I have part of my left arm and left shoulder blade tattood.A discription would be like the (the rock dwayne johnson's tattoo)Mines are also filled with happiness and sadness from the brother's i lost in iraq to when i was hired as a firefighter.I have a tribal face that guards me thru day and night but my main guardian is the lord,which also has a dedication on my heart.But they all mean something in my world,and in my excistance.I understand some don't like tattoos and i also understand some do not want to tell a little of their story behind the ink.If you do let it ride and take us on a little journey.Taurismo is in the house!!

Post a pic of them! :-P

I have four. A red rose on my right shoulder blade. My first at 18, striking out on my own. I thought it was lovely and feminine, still do.
A half sleeve of Oriental work on my left arm extending from top of arm to elbow. A princess playing the flute for a dragon, ensnaring and taming it. Domination over baser elements, gentling them with song and owning them. Power of Woman. Sunburst overhead, charybdis in the center of the dragons coils.
A kanji on the back of my neck, the symbol for "Mother", the childrens birthstone colors shading one into the other.
On the inside of my left wrist, angels wings on either side of a script 'E' for my deceased daughter. My great joy, my great sorrow.
I want a memorial piece for her when finance allows. Next to my heart, left side ribcage work. A portrait of her dancing in joy. Her arms upstretched with butterflies all around her. After she passed away my sister had a dream of her underneath a willow tree and flocks of butterflies lit on her, flew around her in a burst, only to land on her again. Rebirth, Ascent. My child near to me always, next to where my life beats.