I have good memories of tattoos
When I was about 5 years old (over 60 years ago), my uncle gave me a ride on his Harley. He wore a long sleeve shirt with both sleeves rolled up almost to his armpits, a cap like you see pilots wear and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had a beautiful hulu girl tattooed on his upper right and left arm. I thought he was the coolest things there ever was. But, I don't have any tattoos, unless I can count the strawberry that I was born with and a few body piercings I didn't ask for.
If someone wants tattoos, I think that is fine; it doesn't bother me one way or the other; it's just not for me.