Butt Hole Tattoo Girl, Maria, Speaks: "Now My Ass Is Famous Overnight"
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Music Editor Liz Tracy was interviewing Tattoo Dave Amchir when up walked a skinny, young topless blonde, her nips covered by electric tape Xes, black fairy wings inked on her back, and an unlit cigarette in hand. She said: "Can I give you another awesome reaction?" Pulled her skirt up, pulled down her panties, reached back, and spread her cheeks open to reveal the words "Rock" in a half circle above, and "Wood" in a half circle below her 22-year old anus, or butt hole, if you will.
We were standing between the bar and the buffet line at a Marriott in Coral Springs on the busy floor of the South Florida Tattoo Expo. "Now, that..." Someone clapped, "You need to be getting tips for that. That's wondahful."
Later, Maria Louise Del Rosario straddled a massage table, back arched, butt raised and open, and said, "Dude, you can pound this ass, and it feels so good... Soooo good." Then, a volunteer artist from Big Daddy's Ink pushed his tattoo gun into her tender skin. Her right eye twitched. She licked her lips and smiled.
Video we shot of the event immediately went viral. It received over 3 million views on YouTube in three days, and inspired commenters from around the world to call her everything from a redneck slut to the bane of all humanity.
We caught up with Maria Louise Del Rosario while she was getting her nails done in Pompano. What follows is our interview:
That's the story.
They all wanna know, how did this start?
Maria Louise Del Rosario: My dad was born on June 12, at 6:12. If you divide it by two, that's
666. I believe I was born from Satan's spawn. He ended up abusing me when I was three months old to the point where I should have been dead.
And so the man upstairs has given me a sort of a free pass to do whatever I want, since I had to suffer so much so early. I paid my debts by suffering when I couldn't even walk or talk. He gave me a free pass to live however I want and have fun.
My dad had a drug problem and I was left alone with him. Something happened that nobody has ever told me, but my hip was dislocated, my skull was fractured.
How do you do something like that to an infant?
He went away for 7 years for that. And seven is my lucky number, for what he did to me. There's a reason I was hurt, a reason I survived, and all it did was make me stronger.
Oh shit, then what?
When I was 19, I was dating a pill-head. He couldn't keep his dick up so I started watching porn, and the only thing that entertained me was butt sex. So, I bought a toy and started playing with myself.
When I broke up with the pill-head I asked my neighbor Vince to help me with moving his stuff out. We were real comfortable together and I told him I was curious about my little butt so he got me into it and stuff, and I was like y'know, let's brand it, but I want it in your handwriting. So he got a black marker, and signed my ass in big bold letters and then put 999, so when you flip me over it says 666.
When I got it tattooed, he held my cheeks open while I was choking myself from the pain. Then we ended up breaking up because he said he couldn't see us getting married or starting a family.
As for your new found fame?
I love it. I'm famous overnight. And I'm already all healed up and ready to go. It heals fast because the cheeks are squeezed together. No oxygen gets through. I had ten shots of Jager in me, and they're calling me a crackhead, or a meth-head. I took a drug test that morning for probation. I'm totally against man-made drugs.
I was laughing and having fun. I wish we got a dollar for every hit we got. All the video commenters, the first night I cried myself to sleep, but when I woke up in the morning and it had half a million hits, I smiled. I ain't gonna stop till I reach the top. What I wanna do with all the fame is pursue my modelling shit. I wanna show off my ink, butt naked, not clothes and crap like that. When you show off your body, it's what God blessed you with.
Have you ever been arrested?
The guy who had me put in jail was named Rockwood. He hated seeing Vince there when we had sex, so for his birthday I covered it up with "Rockwood" because anyway if we broke up then "I rock wood in my ass."
So we broke up and his mom put me in jail. She thinks I'm a whore from the streets. Her son used to steal all her jewelry and pawn it for drugs, so she manipulated the detectives into believing it was me.
I was 21, I turned 22 in jail. The day I got out, her father passed away. I said, "You fucked me over, and you lost your father the day I got my freedom back, he dies, that's karma." I went to court over and over, and I finally got probation for 18 months to three years, but I'm not behind bars, I'm not a felon. If anything, it made me stronger.
Jail woke me up though. We were all in one big room, full of bad bitches. I was showing them all my butt hole tattoo. One girl nicknamed me "dick shit." I still don't know what it means. On my birthday they even made me a card that
said "Fuck Hallmark, this is jailmark."
I told them, I'm really not that sad. I got to spend it with you guys instead of Rockwood. They even hustled to make me a birthday cake. We all saved our cookies from lunch and dinner, crushed them, put them in a cup, mixed in water, put it in the microwave, and in just a few seconds it makes this cake like material. It was awesome.
How do you make money?
I work at a mechanic shop part-time learning how to fix cars, picking up parts, answering the phone. They know. They know everything about me. What's awesome is we're open and honest about shit. I live right across the street and there's more than one shop so all the mechanic boys love me.
I have talents. I wanna write a book. I've been through hell and back, and my story is gonna blow the whole world away. Now, I just wait till the money starts piling up and I can just pull it out of my ass.
I'm real, that's all it is. I went out into the world at 15. I worked for a music business guy when I was 17, and made $1,000 a week babysitting his kids.
I worked my ass off with honest jobs and I did the right thing, and now my ass is famous overnight. I can be happy by myself with nothing. I don't need love or hate. Those are two evil things. Love can hurt you, and hate can hurt you. I'm just a beautiful disaster.
We were standing between the bar and the buffet line at a Marriott in Coral Springs on the busy floor of the South Florida Tattoo Expo. "Now, that..." Someone clapped, "You need to be getting tips for that. That's wondahful."
Later, Maria Louise Del Rosario straddled a massage table, back arched, butt raised and open, and said, "Dude, you can pound this ass, and it feels so good... Soooo good." Then, a volunteer artist from Big Daddy's Ink pushed his tattoo gun into her tender skin. Her right eye twitched. She licked her lips and smiled.
Video we shot of the event immediately went viral. It received over 3 million views on YouTube in three days, and inspired commenters from around the world to call her everything from a redneck slut to the bane of all humanity.
We caught up with Maria Louise Del Rosario while she was getting her nails done in Pompano. What follows is our interview:
That's the story.
They all wanna know, how did this start?
Maria Louise Del Rosario: My dad was born on June 12, at 6:12. If you divide it by two, that's
666. I believe I was born from Satan's spawn. He ended up abusing me when I was three months old to the point where I should have been dead.
And so the man upstairs has given me a sort of a free pass to do whatever I want, since I had to suffer so much so early. I paid my debts by suffering when I couldn't even walk or talk. He gave me a free pass to live however I want and have fun.
My dad had a drug problem and I was left alone with him. Something happened that nobody has ever told me, but my hip was dislocated, my skull was fractured.
How do you do something like that to an infant?
He went away for 7 years for that. And seven is my lucky number, for what he did to me. There's a reason I was hurt, a reason I survived, and all it did was make me stronger.
Oh shit, then what?
When I was 19, I was dating a pill-head. He couldn't keep his dick up so I started watching porn, and the only thing that entertained me was butt sex. So, I bought a toy and started playing with myself.
When I broke up with the pill-head I asked my neighbor Vince to help me with moving his stuff out. We were real comfortable together and I told him I was curious about my little butt so he got me into it and stuff, and I was like y'know, let's brand it, but I want it in your handwriting. So he got a black marker, and signed my ass in big bold letters and then put 999, so when you flip me over it says 666.
When I got it tattooed, he held my cheeks open while I was choking myself from the pain. Then we ended up breaking up because he said he couldn't see us getting married or starting a family.
As for your new found fame?
I love it. I'm famous overnight. And I'm already all healed up and ready to go. It heals fast because the cheeks are squeezed together. No oxygen gets through. I had ten shots of Jager in me, and they're calling me a crackhead, or a meth-head. I took a drug test that morning for probation. I'm totally against man-made drugs.
I was laughing and having fun. I wish we got a dollar for every hit we got. All the video commenters, the first night I cried myself to sleep, but when I woke up in the morning and it had half a million hits, I smiled. I ain't gonna stop till I reach the top. What I wanna do with all the fame is pursue my modelling shit. I wanna show off my ink, butt naked, not clothes and crap like that. When you show off your body, it's what God blessed you with.
Have you ever been arrested?
The guy who had me put in jail was named Rockwood. He hated seeing Vince there when we had sex, so for his birthday I covered it up with "Rockwood" because anyway if we broke up then "I rock wood in my ass."
So we broke up and his mom put me in jail. She thinks I'm a whore from the streets. Her son used to steal all her jewelry and pawn it for drugs, so she manipulated the detectives into believing it was me.
I was 21, I turned 22 in jail. The day I got out, her father passed away. I said, "You fucked me over, and you lost your father the day I got my freedom back, he dies, that's karma." I went to court over and over, and I finally got probation for 18 months to three years, but I'm not behind bars, I'm not a felon. If anything, it made me stronger.
Jail woke me up though. We were all in one big room, full of bad bitches. I was showing them all my butt hole tattoo. One girl nicknamed me "dick shit." I still don't know what it means. On my birthday they even made me a card that
said "Fuck Hallmark, this is jailmark."
I told them, I'm really not that sad. I got to spend it with you guys instead of Rockwood. They even hustled to make me a birthday cake. We all saved our cookies from lunch and dinner, crushed them, put them in a cup, mixed in water, put it in the microwave, and in just a few seconds it makes this cake like material. It was awesome.
How do you make money?
I work at a mechanic shop part-time learning how to fix cars, picking up parts, answering the phone. They know. They know everything about me. What's awesome is we're open and honest about shit. I live right across the street and there's more than one shop so all the mechanic boys love me.
I have talents. I wanna write a book. I've been through hell and back, and my story is gonna blow the whole world away. Now, I just wait till the money starts piling up and I can just pull it out of my ass.
I'm real, that's all it is. I went out into the world at 15. I worked for a music business guy when I was 17, and made $1,000 a week babysitting his kids.
I worked my ass off with honest jobs and I did the right thing, and now my ass is famous overnight. I can be happy by myself with nothing. I don't need love or hate. Those are two evil things. Love can hurt you, and hate can hurt you. I'm just a beautiful disaster.
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