Weekly Ink: A Rose By Any Other Name

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Spotted: Strolling in Washington Square Park

Vital Statistics: Thom McClusky, retired, lives right by the Transamerica Pyramid.

When: May 6 1978, the night before my niece's wedding.

What: It's hard to tell now, but if you look at this half, it's a crescent moon. There's the eye, the nose the mouth and the beard. One half is a centaur, because I'm a Sagittarius. It's coming from behind the moon.

Why: Because I'm a Sag and I was only 18. I got a black rose much later. I got it because a black rose is always a symbol for anarchy or subrosa, which means "beneath the rose." In the Catholic church anything that was "subrosa" was something you didn't talk about. I'm a Pagan and I've always had an on-again off-again relationship with the church. It seemed like the best way to describe the feelings I had. I would also like to get a Celtic arm band around, but I don't have the money for that.

ETC: It doesn't hurt as much as you think it would, except where you get out to where the skin is really tender. Also, especially for women, if you get a tattoo on your shoulder blade or on your ankle, it really hurts because there's a bone right underneath and the needle hitting it really hurts.

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