I was raised in a proper household and exposed to more PBS's
The Joy of Painting w/ Bob Ross than demonic influences
. Ross made me feel like I could paint anything that my heart desired, except on my body.
After being exposed to rock and hiphop I wanted to get one but by then my significant others said no and thankfully that phase passed. Maybe a generational thing because my more rebellious and less conventional younger sibling has several to my none.
I love henna though and get it every time I am in Western and SE Asia. I don't get the point of ink unless you are from the Maori tribe in New Zealand and it's apart your culture or something; that's respectable. Feel sorry for the home health aides and senior home workers who have to bathe and dress these cats with wrinkly sleeves and thots with inspirational quotes that shift from the small of their backs to asscrack that later reads like Sanskrit - or that indiscernible squiggle block font on their wrist that was once some dead person's birthday over a Disney character.
Never seriously dated someone with tats. My parents said that they were for whores and service members. Also ink and stretch marks or keloids bother me.
If you already have shyt skin, don't make it more noticeable.