I was sitting in my living room, staring at my migrating self done (as always) hand web, when a thought came to me. Since my poor little Frankie is going to pop right out of the skin in just a matter of a week or so, I should replace him with another new unusual piercing. After 3 hours of searching the internet and trying to figure out what I wanted to do, I finally figured it out.
At A Glance Author Kae Contact drink_the_bleach@hotmail.com When It just happened I shall do my tongue web.
Seeing as my parents are anal, and they won't let me pierce anything (so far the hand web has been undiscovered) I decided it would be the perfect place. So that very same day I went out into town and bought some rather cheap, but still good mind you, mouth wash, and some rather large needles. Yes I was going to do this one myself as well. You see, I have this policy, I am practicing to become a body artist, (piercing and tattoo's you name it) and if I have never tried it, then I most likely won't do it on someone else. I am fascinated with body modifications, and eventually, I'll be at all the BME Conventions.
But anyway back to the story. Beginning
I wasn't sure when I was going to do it; though I planned it for about a week from when I discovered I wanted it done (give or take). There was a raging Punk gig that I wanted to go to that evening, and then it dawned on me. I will have my tongue web done for the gig, so I can show it off and get some sweet reactions! And so that started it. I went and got my disinfectant, my mouthwash, my needles, my ring, and got down to work.
I was kind of hesitating because I had no clue on what to expect. After a brief 2 minutes of thinking, I decided Screw it, I am doing it anyway.
I picked the prime spot, back far enough to prevent migrating, I got my needle, and I pushed it through. All there was was a pop a little pinch of blood, and that was it. The needle was still in there and I was wondering how to get the ring in before the hole closed up. So before I even though of trying to figure that out, I went to my web cam and took some rad pictures of the needle in my mouth for some friends. Then I went back to the bathroom, locked the door once again, and I decided to brave it and just take my time getting the ring in.
As I gently pulled the needle out, a little more blood spurted out to greet me. But never-the-less I poked the ring through the closing hole, and it was beautiful.
I decided that this was my most triumphant moment in my life to this day. After 5 minutes of trying to close the damned hoop it was finally done. I rinsed my mouth with a mixture of 50:50 water to Listerine and I was on my way to the punk gig.
The swelling was minor, but it was all good when I got home, I rinsed one more time before bed and it was feeling great. The next morning it was fine. And well, so I went to school and was showing it off to just about everyone I saw. Although they all loved it, I had several comments on it being crooked.
And I couldn't have a crooked piercing now could I?
So alas, I went home, and inspected it again. Yes, it was crooked. I had to of been taken out after 2 days of religiously rinsing it and making it happy. It sucked. Yes, yes it did.
But now, being the strong willed and minded person I am, I am not known to give up all that easily. So I went back to the bath room, sterilized another needle, but this time picked the spot very carefully. Finally when everything was ready and all good to go, I stabbed that son of a bitch through again. Only this time it was farther back, more even and higher up. Thus making it look very amusing, it was finally to perfection.
After another slight blood loss, (easily kept clean with ¼ of a Kleenex.) I attempted to poke through my ring that I had chosen for the job. As I go to put it in, I kept on missing that damned hole it was supposed to go into. After about a minute I was getting extremely pissed off, and my poor tongue was getting sore for me poking the thing too much. It was then when I discovered that the hole had closed a while back.
So out comes the needle again, along with the sterilizing equipment I have handy with me at most times (for those hard to tell when piercings). I line the needle up again, poke it through again, and hear that *pop!* again. With the needle still hanging out of my mouth I grab the ring and do an Indiana Jones type of switch between the two and its done!!!!
It's great; no one can see it if I don't want them too, and even my hardcore anal parents will never know!
It's a good thing.
So if you decide to do this yourself as well,
Rinse after every thing you eat, and in the morning and at night. And remember to pierce the bloody thing right the first time!!
Good luck and have fun!!
-Kae
(If you want to know anything about this article or my piercings, e-mail me at Drink_the_bleach@hotmail.com.