I foolishly asked the question 'What next?' after having my scarification done. Apparently the answer is.....pregnancy! The most extreme for of body modification I've ever experienced.
Unknown "Rose" Adventurous - 16 years, 4 months, 29 days ago

Three days ago I had my first ever piece of scarifiction done :o) I was really impresed with how quickly it was done, and shocked by how little it hurt!
The last couple of days have been a bit of a pain, waiting for it to scab over so I can wear clothes over it, but it's getting there and I'm really excited about how it's going to look when it's healed.
So I now have a garter cut into my thigh, with a big star in the middle :o) It's totally refreshed the way I see my own body, which is positive too.
The pic is seconds after it was done, so a little bloody!

The only question now is....what next!?
Unknown "Rose" Adventurous - 16 years, 8 months, 16 days ago

This was the woman; what now of the man?
But pass him. If he comes beneath a heel,
He shall be crushed until he cannot feel,
Or, being callous, haply till he can.
But he is nothing: -- nothing? Only mark
The rich light striking out from her on him!
Ha! what a sense it is when her eyes swim
Across the man she singles, leaving dark
All else! Lord God, who mad'st the thing so fair,
See that I am drawn to her even now!
It cannot be such harm on her cool brow
To put a kiss? Yet if I meet him there!
But she is mine! Ah, no! I know too well
I claim a star whose light is overcast:
I claim a phantom-woman in the Past.
The hour has struck, though I heard not the bell!

Third Stanza of 'Modern Love' by George Meredith
Unknown "Rose" Adventurous - 16 years, 11 months, 8 days ago

By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
And strangely mute, like little gasping snakes,
Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay
Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away
With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes
Her giant heart of Memory and Tears
Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat
Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet
Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,
By vain regret scrawled over the blank wall.
Like sculptured effigies they might be seen
Upon their marriage-tomb, the sword between;
Each wishing for the sword that severs all.

-First stanza of 'Modern Love' by George Meredith
Unknown "Rose" Adventurous - 16 years, 11 months, 8 days ago

Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.

Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.

Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.


Hazey Jane - Nick Drake
Unknown "Rose" Adventurous - 16 years, 11 months, 14 days ago