Sometimes I just think so much that it wracks my brain. The action of wracking is so hardcore sometimes that when my imagination kicks into motion, I can't even tell. This is a good thing! I like run on sentences. I like writing in small caps. Everything that I write makes sense to me. Things that don't make sense make sense to me, even if I didn't even write it. When I was younger getting your ears pierced fascinated me. I was 12 when I got mine. The hole was made with a gun, at shoppers or something. I was pleased with this one set of holes in my body for years. It was only until it was when I wanted a second pair that I became more aware of piercing with needles.
At A Glance Author t-daugg Contact t-daugg@bme.anon Artist bobby Studio lasting impressions Location bathurst st./toronto In high school while dancing one evening...(not at high school, but during the time period of...ok maybe you know this) I spotted something shimmering near this dudes face. Turns out that my fascination was a hunk of metal that was making a hole in this dude's ear. Wa??? Just a hunk of metal? I want one of those!
I started stretching my ears myself. I realize it's not a hard task, but I did learn that it could be expensive. It defiantly paid off by having friends that had previously been sucked into the funnel (ha ha ha ha funnel! Do you like the analogies that I get from the top of my head?) of stretching. I love it, now at 6ga.
To finally continue with my story of my piercing, I must tell that I got my second set done. Unfortunately I was still young and naive, and not as aware as I thought I was. I had to leave the holes and let them close. Letting them close was so annoying. I HAD TO BECAUSE THEY WERE BOTH INFECTED. Not just the regular infected kind... but the kind that bleeds and pusses' blue and yellow grunge! OK so it was sick, and painful. I hate the site of blood, I hate the feeling of blood trickling, and basically I just hate everything about it. Everything about blood sickens me. When I was little I made up this word that I used, and still use all the time. It's sick-a-tatting! And that's how I have to describe how I feel about blood.
A couple years later I re-pieced them myself, and to my surprise they still weren't working. They still bled and never healed completely. At this time in my life I also pierced my right nostril. This was a piercing that was done in my room... I used a safety pin. In my honest opinion it was a large part of a rebellion shp'eal that i had against my dad.
I learned: #1 ice would have worked. #2 not all holes leave marks. #3 my dad was going to kick me out if I left it in. That was a piercing that never left my room.
My dad is hard to come by. Both my parents believe that piercing and tattoos are destroying your body. Basically they are against it. My dad especially, has made it clear to me that if I ever get a tattoo, I'll be kicked out of his house. Me being in college, this would be all right... but then it wouldn't in reality cause I have NO MONEY. If he did decide that I wasn't worthy of living in his house because I had decided to use my body as a canvas I would definitely be in so much trouble. On me' ass, in the city.
This past year I finally got my second hole re-pierced for the third time at Lasting Impressions (Bathurst south of College in Toronto). Because I am going to stretch them I have them at 12ga, with double balled barbells.
I have a friend Tammi that once said that getting piercing was addictive. Lately I have been noticing that it's true. One day it's going to kill me, because I don't have any money, but I really want to get more pierced.
I would like to get my inner conch done next, and then my left nipple. And I think its official. I am getting my left nipple done as soon as I get home from camp. See I have a dilemma...at camp there's sand, and hot not so clean days where you just don't have the time to have a shower, so I defiantly don't think I'll be getting anything done before I go...
Have you ever thought that something so harmless could be so painful? I think I'm hesitating to get my nipple and ear so bad cause I hate pain, and blood and I'm being paranoid about camp yuckies. It makes me sick. All I know is that it's going to get done as soon as I get the cash...