"When I walk into the tattoo shop on King and 44th, Madame Deschamps (presumably, by the gold-stenciled lettering on the door) straightens from where she was leaning on the counter and sighs. If it was just any sigh, I wouldn’t have faltered. But this is a long, heavy, negro spiritual sigh and it stops me in my tracks."
I have been considering tattoos-as-magic for a long time now. I have also done a lot of reflecting on how tattoos can be an act of healing, and how for me as a queer person, tattoos are a radical act of reclamation, of reconnecting with the body. I have a feeling I'll be returning to this idea in my work.