I was chatting to a friend of mine; Mike, (iam: scardeycat), who's a professional piercer, about piercings, as you do, and mentioned that I wanted to get some more done. Although he is in between studios at the moment, he told me that as long as I had a flat surface which he could rest his stuff on, he could pierce me whenever I wanted, with whatever I wanted.
At A Glance Author wolfbane Contact wolfbane@bme.anon IAM wolfbane When A month ago Artist Mike Studio My kitchen Location Bath Naturally I was excited about getting pierced again, although I'd had an erl the week before, so sat down to work out what I wanted. I knew that I wanted an industrial done, but I also wanted something else; something that could be easily hidden for my new job or accepted by the people I was working with, and something that looked good. I can't remember who suggested it, or even if the thought just came to the top of my mind, but getting my nostril pierced seemed like a great idea. I'd always thought that it'd suit me, I'd just never got around to getting it done. I told Mike that I'd settled on an industrial and a nostril piercing, and we arranged to do it on Saturday, just before Entropy (a goth/industrial/indie night we go to in Bath).
Saturday rolled round and I drove to Laura's to pick up her and Mike. We piled all the stuff Mike would need to pierce me, as well as the clothes him and Laura were wearing out, into the car and headed back to mine. The only flat place I really have in the house is the top of the fridge so the first thing I did was to clean it using some disinfectant that Mike had brought up. Satisfactorily done Mike then laid out his stuff and pulled on some gloves. I grabbed a chair from the bedroom and sat myself down on it so I could watch while Mike got everything ready.
The first thing I was getting done was my nose. I chose which stud I wanted (a simple surgical steel one) and Mike popped that into a stainless steel bowl along with the clamps and some nice cleaning goo. He went over what he was doing and he what he was planning to do, and warned me that my nose would probably bleed. I disagreed, telling him that my body is used to being cut and having things shoved in it, and we agreed to wait and see who'd be right. He changed gloves and marked my nose where the piercing would be placed. Checking that it was ok he changed gloves again and took the needle out of its packet. I took my glasses off to make it easier for Mike to work then he grabbed the clamps and placed them on my nose. With my eyes open all I could see was a large, black latex covered hand and a big shiny steel rod. Completely unable to focus, but wanting to see what was going on, I kept my eyes open as Mike told me to take a deep breath. I took one, then another, then another and the needle went through my nose.
Immediately my eyes started watering.
I closed them to try and stop the tears leaking out and making it easier for Mike to stop things slipping and felt him get the jewellery into my nose. He handed me a tissue so I could wipe my now streaming eyes, and cleaned up the area around the piercing (I was right – there wasn't much blood). I gingerly put my glasses back on, making sure I didn't knock the piercing. I checked it in the mirror and it looked so pretty – I wondered why I hadn't got it done sooner. I proudly showed Nat (my boyfriend) and Laura, both of whom agreed that it looked good.
We then went on to the industrial piercing (written about in another experience) before I gingerly got dressed, ready to go out a few hours later.
That was just over two weeks ago and things are going well. My nose has been healing up brilliantly– there was no swelling, only limited crustiness and now I can hardly tell that it's there. For the first day or so it felt like I had a bogey up there, but that feeling soon went. The only problems I've had with it has been when I've forgotten about it; like when I was drying my face too vigorously and pulled it half out... Or when I was having sex a bit too enthusiastically and my boyfriend managed to pull it all the way out with his nose. That hurt. It also resulted in a good 10 minutes spent trying to get it back in; me cursing with tears streaming down my face, my boyfriend sitting on the bed naked and looking very sorry (about being the cause of my nose stud being pulled out, or just having to stop mid-shag I'm not sure).
Of course I did get it back in and we carried on like nothing had happened...just being a bit more careful around my face.