MY STORY

The girl I was leading up to 1986

I was born in Yorkshire, which is in the north of England, and spent all my early childhood years here amongst family and friends. I’m told I was never a quiet child and although to some extent dainty, I loved to play and explore with the boys a lot.

At the age of twelve in 1949 I moved with my parents down the country to a town near London and I soon settled in the community. In my early teens, being well developed where it counts and being forward I knew exactly what I wanted, I was keen to experiment and I had some tremendous experiences with the boys. However, I believe I gave my mother many sleepless nights wondering what I was doing in the early hours of the morning, when I was out with my biker friends, supposedly riding on their bikes. But then I think later she knew the truth about what I liked to ride on. I had hardly turned fifteen, when I had a new biker boyfriend who was older than me and he seemed to quickly understand my position. I can see that he saw I had a prize that he wanted. So it was hardly surprising that it wasn’t long before with his skilful persuasion and determination that he took me and powerfully deflowered me. With his persuasive charm and determination I soon realised that the die was cast and he was going to take me, no matter what I said or did. I have never had any regrets about this as it was an experience which was absolutely fantastic. If my boyfriend had known that it was usual for a girl to be subsequently carried off to have a tattoo on their bum to celebrate this occasion, then I know he was the type of person who would have done this and promptly instructed the tattooist what and where he was to boldly tattoo me. You see, after he had deflowered me I initially felt a strong sense of belonging to him and therefore would have been happy with anything he wanted me to have. Apparently it was normal for the girls to receive a tattoo on their bum stating that they were the “Property of Randy” (or what ever their boyfriend’s name was). Well, if I had been tattooed then it would have been treasured and proudly be there today. Somehow I regret that I missed out there for had I had the celebration tattoo then perhaps I would have been hooked on tattoos much earlier. No way would I have ever had it removed or covered up, as I would want to remember that total experience. I don’t regret any of my past and perhaps having explained my early experiences above you may reason that it accounts for my passion with some of the subjects chosen for my tattoos. People have to accept me, my tattoos and all. You see, I always have liked to be different and although I don’t like pain, I love the arousing buzz.

When I met my husband in 1958 I had quietened down a little and tattooing at least was not on my mind. However, in 1986, when my husband and I decided to go to a tattoo convention at the Hammersmith Palais in London my life was turned upside down and changed for ever. This was the first tattoo convention that we had attended and I was really amazed and aroused by the sheer beauty of some of the tattoos and I was surprised to see that people with tattoos were not of any specific group in the community but were ordinary people from all walks of life and professions. I also found that everybody was so friendly and easy to talk to about their tattoos. It was here that I made my life changing decision to have a tattoo. At the convention I was introduced to a charming tattooist, Bill Cook (now deceased), who had a studio in the next town to where I was living. During our conversation I said that I fancied having a tattoo. Seeing that I was excited he suggested that if after thinking more about it I was still keen, I could give him a call to make an appointment after the convention.

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