The flesh as a digital canvas, by William Wang
He doesn’t understand my perspective, James thinks. He’s old, and utterly oblivious to what I want for myself!
As he flips through his tattoo artist’s portfolio, James imagines how his dad will respond when the deed is done. After all, that ink would be embedded in his skin forever—barring, of course, expensive cosmetic surgery. No amount of shouting or demeaning could change that fact. His dad might inflict some punishment, but the subversion would be immutable.