I'm not a tattooer, but I work in a shop and I have visible tattoos.
I write/shoot for a handful of publications in the industry and find myself traveling quite a bit. Most times I enjoy a chance to discuss just about anything, especially at a family gathering because I don't get to see them much and I adore that they 'get' what I'm doing, and love that side of me as well as the other stuff. I end up learning all sorts of cool stuff from them in return and am grateful for the icebreaker.
If I'm in the right frame of mind, I don't mind conversing with the general public. I love the art of conversation and I end up learning some cool things (and sometimes not cool) about people and the world in general... I usually don't have a problem with people talking as long as they don't try to touch me or my tattoos uninvited (that shit gets me real tense).
I do get cornered on occasion when I really would rather not be-- jeans or tampon shopping, date night, or at my kid’s school functions. My boyfriend is a tattooer, and that stuff gets a bit intrusive—especially when every waitress in the sushi joint wants to lift up her shirt to show off her latest rib-stamp or talk about how she likes zombies and blood and boobs. And god help the ones that try to talk to me in the feminine hygiene aisle… just sayin’…. I digress, but mostly, it’s all good.
HOWEVER, the TSA, airport security people need to back the heck off. I've missed several planes because the questions that has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not I'm a security risk... But still, they're copp-ish enough that I feel like I'm defending the wholesome nature of my business travel by answering thoroughly the question "did that hurt" as they point to their own throats....
I’ve no great replies or answers to this one; I try to stick with one- liners like “they all hurt.” “What tattoo?” and my personal favorite “Does your face hurt?” (though variations of this switch from’ face’ to’ mom’ on occasion)… and try to be as loving and patient as I can at that moment.