My “Secret Subject” is: If I were and animal, I'd be a _____ and this is why____. It was submitted by: http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
Sometimes I want a t-shirt that says "These are tattoos. It is not a form of leprosy. They're not contagious. Stop staring, don't touch them, and yes, they hurt."
Every tattoo on my body has a story. It can be said that I blog my memories and my self-perceptions upon my skin like a living journal. I’m very introverted and usually throw up a lot of walls to avoid intimacy, but if you ask the right questions or listen to my stories, you can usually get to know me pretty well, and that’s very true of my tattoos. That same sentiment exists in conjunction with the three animal tattoos on my chest. Jules, the owl; Jerome, the elephant; and, Jimi, the peacock.These three tattoos are part of a series I have been working on for my chest that are all about self-perception. They’re an essence of who I am, part of the whole, a few factors in the product that is my own self-image. Eventually, there will be a 4th to add to the group to complete it all, but I'll save that story for another day.
Jerome, the elephant, is a symbol of wisdom. But elephants are also a symbol of emotion. Despite their tough
Jules, the owl, also represents wisdom. Owls, in general, do. They also represent an embracing of the
|when he was fresh|
morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking, maybe it means you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9 millimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd." It’s not so much that I relate to this because I think I’m the tyranny of evil men or some fucked up shit like that. I don’t. What I find so poignant is Jules’ desire to change—his acceptance right here that he is evil epitomized in human form yet he still wants so badly to be the shepherd. I relate to that scene every time I watch this film. I think a lot of people do (which is often what’s so great about Tarantino films…the good ones anyway—we find bits of ourselves in his characters, we relate). Part of changing is understanding what needs to be changed but perhaps just as vital is the fact that we can’t wallow in the negativity of where we’ve been or we just get mired down in the muck. Acceptance. Which leads me to number 3…
Peacocks represent peace with oneself and that’s what Jimi, my peacock, symbolizes. He has records in his
the fact that my name became Fatass or Crisco more often than not or Fat Dummy—and the physical violence, I developed quite a complex about myself and about him. Understandably. When he died in 2006 from cancer, I thought I would have some closure. That part of my life was over, right? Wrong. It really didn’t prove to be so easy. Ultimately, it took seeing the good things my dad gave me—my love of music and my need to share music with others especially—for me to find the closure I needed…for me to realize, thinking back, that he may not have known how to be a good father, but he did love me. He did hand down some important life lessons; it just took me awhile to figure out what exactly they were. Inheriting a box of his old, dusty LPs set me on the right course, and my love for vinyl endures to this day, so there’s the reason for Jimi’s record feathers. And while I’m still working on the self-image acceptance issues that come from years spent being mocked during the period in which a child’s identity is first starting to form by the people who were supposed to build me up instead of tearing me down, peace is where I am for the most part or at the very least it’s certainly where I’m headed.
So, what would I be if I were an animal? I guess this is an unfair answer to the prompt to say a chimera of these three animals like some sort of acid-trip Wuzzle character, an owlpeaphant, but that’s the only answer I have. Because I relate...
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://dates2diapers2.blogspot.com Dates 2 Diapers 2
http://www.crumpetsandbollocks.com Crumpets and Bullocks
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/ The Bergham’s Life Chronicles