I’m thankful that I made it thru the 90’s without a tribal arm band tattoo…

Everyone once and a while I have a flash memory of being in my early 20’s running amuck in my new found gay freedom. Trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted. The adventure was amazing and yes there were some casualties of the heart and even a couple physical scars. But I am thankful that I didn’t succumb to all of the trends. I certainly applied glitter generously before heading to the club wearing my loud club shirt, candy necklace, and vintage bell bottoms. I wore CK One and I had an earring to match every outfit. Even though I got a couple tattoos they are hidden and I still feel that I can justify them. But thank god I didn’t get that damn tribal arm band thing…..