If you don’t live near an ocean, or Burning Man, then your chances to be an exhibitionist, or someone that likes to look at exhibitionist, are pretty much curtailed. That is where the Renaissance Festival comes to the rescue. Here the tattooed can show off their ink and the sun can kiss the naked flesh. As always the young and scantily clad get a lot of looks from older fellows like myself, but I must be close to that age where they don’t see me as much of threat any more, as most just smile at me now. Oh well.…