How to begin? It has taken be a long time to get around to typing this out. Once upon a random day in the middle of a week somewhere in time... I was getting very comfortable with the idea of getting my bridge pierced. Its a very attractive piercing in my opinion. Just about everyone I have seen wearing one looks good with it. Having that in mind, I started staring at myself in the mirror while holding two barbells on either side of my bridge to create the illusion of the balls being there. And of course it looked perfectly natural. So I called Nate at Body Work Productions and set up a little chit-chat meeting. Im not sure how much later in time it was, but we got together and talked about how the placement was going to be and if I even had enough surface skin to get it done. After checking me out he decided that my bridge was just fine for it. Which was nice. And let me know that over 50% of them reject, or travel, and so on. T his I knew, I didn't really care about the risks. You take a chance walking out of your door in the morning, so why not get a bar between your eyes? If it had problems, I could always take it out. Yea, I know... Spoken like a true asshole.
At A Glance Author Jay Daveant Contact thetool@teambme.com When Six months ago Artist Nate Studio Body Work Productions Location Cleveland, Ohio - USA After a lot of noise, we set up the appointment for the following saturday. I was giddy and nervous all week of course. But saturday came, and Leanne and I drove up to the studio. I filled out the forms and got measured for jewelry. Nothing like an overly long barbell to deal with. 14g obviously, come to think of it I am not sure why/how anyone would want a huge bridge piercing. In my personal opinion it does not seem like a piercing that you would want to stretch, or even could stretch for that matter. I have seen a few large ones, and it strikes me as a challenge. None the less, it was time to get set up. I took a seat, and Nate being well trained was very excellent at keeping things clean and orderly started grabbing tools. Its good to know people still care. He cleaned my bridge with various fluids and such, which of course smelled nice and funky. Then grabbed my head and began drawing nice purple lines on my face, always a plus. The main thing I was nervous a bout was the possibility of getting a crooked piercing. It makes me insane. I have seen more than enough crooked, high, and shallow bridge piercings, and to be honest they are not always flattering.
The placement looked good on me. I then lay down on the ever comfortable tissue paper sheet covering the table. This tends to make me nervous as well, laying on a table with lights over my face and masked people wearing gloves poking around at my body, heh. He took to the holy jesus bright light right away and placed it directly over my eyes. I just closed them all the same. I couldn't see anything anyway, unless you count the big latex fingers playing 1/2" away from my eyelashes. He then began to clamp, and re-clamp my bridge, they kept sliding off due to the very clean and somewhat liquid soaked skin. There is something I noticed about getting pierced. I love the feeling of the needle, in or out is always nice. But I cant stand clamps. This event was no holiday, for lack of a better phrase, they hurt like a bitch. But by this point my body was racing so fast that I was starting to get light headed. Excitement will do that to you I suppose.
I was instructed to start the ritual breathing and relax. On the final count I held in my breath and the needle went in. I swear to buddha that it was in slow motion. I felt every layer of skin being sliced thru from surface to surface. And then like a detective waiting in the shadows came the blissful rush. I was euphoric for a long moment. The mixture of pleasure and pain, quest and destination was overwhelming. Im not sure why it was so intense for me. All of my body went numb yet I felt myself lifting off of the table. Then just at that moment of clarity I came to my senses and opened my eyes. He slid the barbell in and that was that. I was afraid of an unpleasant head rush so I sat up very slowly. Once my eyes were able to focus I was handed the mirror. The piercing already looked nice a swollen, and wouldn't you know it, it was mildly crooked. But not horizontal like. The left side was a bit further away from my face than the right. But it still looked good, and th e experience was excellent so I had no complaints. He grabbed my head again and attempted to wash/wipe away the purple surgical skin ink. He got about half of it off, haha. I hate when that happens. We finished off with a handshake, a tip, and a purchase of sea salt and soap. I threw my sunglasses on to discover that I was not able to wear them the way I had in the past. Its sad, but it was easily dealt with, and very worth it.
Having had my bridge piercing for a number of months thus far, I must say that It is one of my favorite additions to myself. It healed pretty quick, it still gets mad at me from time to time, but all is well. No rejection, no travel, no infection. I assume that I am one of the lucky ones on this. Just for the simple fact that everything turned out to be ok in the end. I have heard a lot of stories, fake and true, about the bridge piercing and its taste for chaos. But I would suggest listening to yourself on this kind of thing. I am happy, and thats all that matters.