Throughout the last two years of my highschool life, I've had a constant stream of superficial idiots approach me to tell me various things I already know. Example: "Oh my God, you've got a huge hole in your ear!" Why yes, I do. Thank you for informing me of this fact ~ I certainly didn't realise I had a 22mm hole in my lobe. How the hell did that get there?
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon IAM koops When It just happened Studio Cold Steel Location Camden, London UK As time passed, the comments progressed and gradually became stupider. I distinctly remember sitting in an English lesson and answering a question the teacher had asked about the Irish potato famine and its relevance to our text. When the teacher asked if anyone had a counter argument, a girl waved her hand in the air and said, "What are you going to do with that hole in your ear when you get married?" The relevance of which, I still haven't been able to figure out to this day.
I don't have many piercings and I don't claim to either – an inner conch, a 20mm lobe, tragus, anti-tragus, and a stud in each of my lobes. Seven. Girls in my year have their lobes pierced three times and their naval done as well. Also: seven. Yet I'm the one who constantly gets interrogated on why I have "so many".
I have made it a conscious decision to reply to every stupid question I receive in a similarly derogatory manner. I tell people when I think they're being rude and make a point about it. While some people may believe this is the wrong way to address the issue, I think otherwise. The same people do not tend to approach me and state their dim-witted observations. They might scamper off to their clan of narrow-minded "friends" and bitch about me and how I "play on their stupidity" (yes, that was their witty comment about me on the last day of term – the day I decided to avoid the school grounds at all costs), but they don't dare say it to my face again. If you're going to be dense, keep it to yourself. Don't pollute the rest of the world with your bigoted ramblings.
For a long while I've been considering getting a septum piercing. While sitting in the library in school (the only quiet place away from all those morons), I'd sit and work my way through a substantial amount of the related articles on BME. Now that I've left school I've decided to mark the occasion by actually getting one.
To all the people that scorned me for being myself: fuck you.
To all the people who were supposed to be my friends, yet didn't support me when I needed it: fuck you.
To all the people who tell me that getting a septum piercing will make me, "look like a bull": *shrugs* ... fuck you, too.
This piercing is for me, like all of my others are. It will be my first piercing that isn't on my ears and I am looking forward to it immensely. I do not respect a good 90% of the people I went to school with and I do not hold any regard for what they have to say about me. This applies to anyone else I will come to know in future life. Don't have something constructive or intelligent to say? Don't say it.
*The Piercing*
To get the piercing I went to Cold Steel in Camden. At about 1pm I went in and booked an appointment (and left a deposit - £5) for later in the day so I had time to meet up with a load of people and get lunch. We were going to a gig later in the day and although some may say getting a piercing on the same day isn't wise I thought it was perfect. I can't let the parents know just yet that my septum has been pierced so I figured if it swelled up I'd just tell them, "I got whacked in the nose. My God it bled like a motherfucker.."
No need to use that little white lie though.
At 3.30pm I went back with a couple of people and we yakked to the guy behind the counter about a Bane + Comeback Kid gig coming up. Fun times, eh? Filled out the usual forms, showed some ID, paid the other £20 and chose the jewellery: a 1.6mm black retainer. My gorgeous piercing lady (she told me her name a million times but I still forget..) came to get me and off we went.
Up we went to her room. She told me about the piercing (how it won't go through cartillage, how to clean it etc.) and then she wiped my nose with some sterile liquid. Yummy. Soon enough she told me to lie back with my head over the edge of her chair and she began prodding around my nose with a stick. She said she wouldn't mark the piercing because she wouldn't be able to see the marks anyway.
Anyway, with my head dangling over the chair and the prodding done Miss Piercer gave me a warning that after she'd pierced me I shouldn't sit up straight away. She then took her hollow metal needle and lined it up, telling me to breathe slowly in and out. On the third breath in, she pierced it.
Honest to God it didn't hurt, but my eyes watered anyway. I was too busy thinking about my eyeliner to even notice her slide the jewellery through.
I asked her to flip the retainer up for me and sure enough it was totally invisible. My nose wasn't red or swollen and you couldn't see the retainer at.all. I cannot stress this enough. If I'd have known how totally invisible it can be, I would have had it done months ago. Miss Piercer went over aftercare once more and told me to flip the retainer down and wiggle it every day to make sure it healed straight, since she'd gone to the trouble of piercing it straight.
Sorted out the make-up, thanked the lady many times and trotted out the shop a happy girl.
The piercing is doing fine (it's only been a day) but I'm sniffing all the time. It doesn't hurt to touch my nose or to flip the jewellery, but trying to wipe my nose is giving me a bit of grief. Small price to pay though.
Although the piercing is well hidden now, come September it will be on proud display. Yee-haww!
This was my first piercing done at Cold Steel. I'd tried other studios in Camden but because I'd heard so many good things about this studio I decided to give it a go. It was a beyond good place to go and I'll definately be going back there. It's sterile and the people are just dhaarlings! You should give it a go. Really.