When I first came across BME, I had almost no interest in piercings. I was even repulsed by most, though I'm sure many here can relate to the effect this website has on evolving one's tastes in body art.
At A Glance Author XenophobicErotica Contact XenophobicErotica@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Stephanie Studio A Red-Brick Building on 4th Avenue Location Huntington, WV Sometime early last summer, I decided I'd like to have my nostril pierced. I live in a rural area, so very few people had such a thing, and it was uncommon enough to be considered unique and a symbol of individualism,(or rebellion) rather than a fad. However, once school started up, it became a new trend for the girls to pierce their own noses with blunt studs, which often were crooked or came across another reason to be removed. Since its spike in popularity, I pushed it to the back of my mind - yes, I still wanted the piercing, but I've always been one to detest the idea of seeming like I'm going for a specific look. I wanted to have it done when it wasn't like several dozen vultures rushing at one carcass, or body modification.
What made this even more agonizing was that this was a rare moment of approval from my mother. Though she claims to be very open and accepting, this is the only facial/other piercing she'll probably ever allow, except perhaps a navel when I'm fifteen.
When the craze died down enough to have it done, she still managed to elude me, finding some reason or another, (Sometimes not even giving one), for not taking me at the time. There was probably a four month time or longer between deciding to have it done again and the time in which we actually had it done.
With much convincing and nagging, I'd finally persuaded my father to take me out this Mother's Day weekend to have my nose pierced. To my immediate surprise and pleasure, he had no excuses or reason to put off the piercing and, so, we hauled off to the main city.
Predictably, there had been an unseen motive to his generosity, and we stopped at the Olive Garden for a day-early mother's day dinner, which drug out forever. All I could think about was how exciting it was to finally be getting something done I'd been asking for more than a year. Once we made it out of Olive Garden, though, my father finally said, "Let's go get her stabbed.", or something to that effect. He's so loving.
Though the name escapes me, we pulled up in front of the small piercing and tattoo shop. I was hesitant at first; the exterior was not very impressive, and, indeed, the interior was very small and decorated with random Medieval curio. Before, I had figured a little nervousness would be to my advantage, by raising the adrenaline a bit, and couldn't muster it. By now, though, I could feel a little extra flutter in my chest that sickened me.
The piercer was finishing up with a young woman behind her little stall while we idly watched a random magic-based movie. Adding to my nervousness, I could hear the client talking about the blood that was gathering from her newly-pierced tongue, and watched as she emptied aforementioned blood and some Listerine into a sink. This, along with the constant buzz of a tattoo gun, did nothing to calm me, though I knew the piercing itself would be a minor one.
When I was finally called back, Stephanie marked the spot on my left nostril, while she and my mother made random chat about how young people were being pierced. I checked the position in the mirror; it was a little off, in my opinion, but it was very slight, and I wasn't exactly sure that I wasn't merely trying to stall. I sat back down and approved the mark. She gave me a bit of numbing for the inside of my nose without my request and, without clamps, began to pierce my nose.
About halfway through the layers of tissue, I I felt her stop for whatever reason, and resume a few long seconds afterwards. There was very minimal pain, mostly an aching pressure, though the second 'half' hurt a bit more after her pause. She seemed to fumble with the jewelry somewhat, although I'm sure it was just my imagination. This was the most uncomfortable part.
It bled several drops throughout the rest of the day, and I became aware of just how often I flared my nostrils in my speech. (It's just like another involuntary expression to me, such as smiling or raising my eyebrows.) This caused a bit of discomfort, but I've grown accustomed to it.
I'm very satisfied with my early birthday present thus far, and I can't wait until I can change the jewelry. Also, to my pleasure the placement has turned out just fine.