I love tattoos (that are done well), and I always have. I love to know the reasons why people get them, and I just like to look at them. There are some really amazing pieces of art out there on people's body. I read something once (by Kat Von D, I think) where she said that tattoos are really one of the least permanent pieces of art because they are gone once the person dies, and I never really thought of it that way before. But, it's true if you think about it.
Anyway, my Mom thinks I'm crazy (she dropped an F-bomb when I showed her my first tattoo many years ago!!), my sister-in-law was envious (and wants me to go with her to get one sometime), and my husband (to my surprise) actually said he liked it. He's not a huge tattoo fan, but I think it's mostly that he just doesn't like them for himself.
This was a little out on a limb for me because it's in a fairly visible place, and I do worry about what people think even though I shouldn't. It's not like I got the F-word tattooed on my knuckles (one of the artists at the shop had that). Anyway, here it is the night I got it: