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I remember talking to the tattoo artist about the tattoo I wanted, a pretty little butterfly right above my ass. She looked at me funny and said: Honey, that's a tramp stamp. Men don't get those. I'm sorry, but I can't do this tattoo for you. This is a classic tramp stamp placement, and that's just not something I've ever inked on a man before. It sends a very specific message, you understand? It's called a tramp stamp for a reason, sweetie. It's feminine. Men get tattoos on their arms, their chests, maybe their back. But that? That's just not something a man would ever want. It's very "girly". " I tried to explain that I was a femboy, that it was part of who I am. She just stared at me blankly and said, "A fem-what? You mean like a crossdresser?" I told her it was more than clothes, that it's about my whole vibe. She leaned back in her chair, the needle still buzzing in her hand. "I've seen this before. Guys get something they think is edgy or sexy for a girlfriend, and then she dumps him and he's stuck with it. It's a phase." She kept insisting I'd regret putting such a feminine tattoo in such a slutty spot once I "grew out of it." I just smiled and told her that's exactly what I wanted. I had to convince her for almost twenty minutes that I was serious, that I liked how feminine it looked, that it was for me and not some girlfriend. She finally agreed, shaking her head like she was humoring a confused kid. Now every time I see it in the mirror, I think about how wrong she was and how right it feels on my body.