Dealing with the modified – 2nd in a series
I’m hoping my first little discussion helped you, my casual plainskin™ reader. For you, the modified reader, I hope these little missives provide a little bit of gentle agreeable head-nodding and perhaps even a few whispered “you tell ‘em, brother’s.”
Like I said, these tiny bits of cultural gold aren’t in any particular order. Like most revelations, these just come to me when I’m attempting to do other productive activities: activities I must immediately stop so I can share my wealth of opinionated dogma with you.
OK, now for the hard knowledge. My dearest plainskins™, whatever you do, do not touch the modified without prior permission. Sure, this sounds silly, but you wouldn’t even believe how often this happens. I’ve seen it happen with not just tattoos (generally the majority), but also scarification and even piercings.
I know that humans are generally trained to be visual animals from the time of early childhood, but, at the same time, most people tend to also have a firm sense of personal space. It seems that adding a modification to the mix throws the standard social norms right out the window.
From my personal experience, “touchers” generally begin by asking you about your mod and then, in the middle of explanation, reach out and initiate the touch. I know I often invoke the “oooh, shiny” feeling in people, but let’s get serious here. Our ancestors didn’t spend thousands and thousands of years figuring out that bright colors were a huge warning sign for dangerous animals, plants, polyester pantsuits, etcetera to just be tricked by a bit of subdermal pigments and/or inorganic materials or keloided skin. When you think about it that way, “touchers” are devolved.
The easiest solution would be to just eradicate “touchers.” I know this seems a little harsh, but we are an overpopulated planet anyway. In cases where that is not possible, I nominate the following solution:
If the “toucher” is female and over the age of 18 (wildly important), grab yourself a handful of boob.
If the “toucher” is male and also over the age of 18, grab his junk.
Both are drastic measures, and, in both cases, some serious judgement needs to be undertaken before the “grab” move is initiated. This move is intended to cause discomfort; not to act as a come-on.
If the “grab” cannot be used, a nice follow-up to an unwanted touch might be: “If you’d pardon me, I was on my way to picking up the salve for my aggressive chronic herpes.”
This will, guaranteed, get a reaction.
Silly plainskins™.

Fucking hell – this is bloody brilliant. *grins*
(found you by way of Modblog)
I’ve a rather large tattoo down my side, and I’ve had nurses (people who should honestly be able to at least pretend professionalism) grab at my clothing during procedures in order to see the tattoo.
No “by your leave”, no warning whatsoever – had there not been a scalpel on my foot I would’ve taken drastic measures.
In any case, just wanted to let you know I empathize with the post.
Well done.
Yeah, I’ve had some mixed responses to what I proposed. I think I was really just angry as hell that day because someone started touching me (probably while I was at lunch).
Read the rest of the series if you are so inclined. I’ve got another one in the pipe that I need to congeal into something that’s readable.