I got my ninth tattoo yesterday. Nine—the number of completion, the number of endings and new beginnings. Appropriate, considering what this one means to me.
It’s a phoenix feather, burning in shades of ember and dusk. A nod to Amelia, whose middle name is Phoenix, but more than that—a symbol of what we are, what we’ve built, and the space we hold for each other.
Amelia and I share a love that defies labels. We’re married, yet our relationship is completely platonic. We’re inseparable, yet we see other people. Some might call it unconventional, but to us, it’s the only thing that has ever made sense. The bond we share isn’t about possession or expectation—it’s about understanding, trust, and a connection that transcends the usual societal definitions and expectations of love.
This tattoo is a reflection of who I am; a lesbian woman, a free spirit, resilient, reborn from the ashes of a life that tried to tell me who I was supposed to be, and who I was supposed to love.
My other tattoos currently include two dolphins on my left ankle, a sun on my right ankle, Banksy’s Ballon Girl on my left upper leg, a Star Of Life on my lower back, a nautical star on each of my wrists, The Birth Of Venus on my right arm, and now a lesbian-flag inspired Phoenix feather on my left arm.
February 1, 2025
That is a lovely tattoo!
Thank you so much! My tattoo artist is amazing! I have some more tattoo ideas in the works, maybe I’ll go for it this summer. 🙂