This is a true account from someone who got tattooed here in Portland just last month (from an artist she’d been going to several times before). I know a lot of you get ink so PLEASE be careful and check up on your artists! Bring a friend! Stay safe because I love all of you and I’d hate to see anything bad happen to any of you.
Trigger warning of sexual abuse. But also very important to know (in my opinion). Stay safe.
From the article:
FUCK, I thought. Fuck, this is bad. I wanted to get out, but he had my arm pinned down and had a needle to my skin. He had locked the door of the shop and pulled the curtains. The street was dark, and the pub next door was loud. No one would hear me even if I screamed. Keep it light, keep it light, I thought. I was afraid that if I got up abruptly he would get even more aroused and come after me. I was afraid that if I got aggressive with him he would get violent. This person that I thought I knew was definitely not who I thought he was. My head was swimming.