Oh how I desired a side labret. I first decided I wanted one in seventh grade before I even bothered with ear piercings. I had been given a flat "No" all the way up to my sophomore year in high school. I was promised the piercing as a gift for my sixteenth birthday. I eagerly awaited April 12, and my newest piercing. At this point I had 4 gauge plugs in both ears and was much more informed on piercings and the lifestyle therein.
At A Glance Author Neffirg Contact Neffirg@bme.anon When A week ago Artist The piercer-guy. Studio Fast Lane Tattoo Location Tucson, AZ When the sixteenth birthday hit, I just... didn't do it. In life I have always been a master of procrastination. I waited months and months. Eventually, (Last week) I decided that its finally time to just go through with it. I researched it some, and found that all the places that I would like to go, wouldn't do facial piercings on minors. So... after a few more hours of research and several calls around town, I happened to find the "perfect" location. A tattoo shop quite near to my house, called Fast Lane. I, Sadly, had heard multiple bad reports about this particular location. I proceeded anyways. I, being the cheap ass I am, seeked a piece of jewlery to cut 20 bucks off the price. I found two rings that *I* knew would be appropriate for the piercing.
Once inside the piercing joint, I spotted three scene-kids looking all at home sitting on the red crushed velvet couch. They didn't aknowledge my presence and talked to one another, their attention stuck on a binder full of tattoos. A slightly... Scruffy(?) looking young woman, with some scattered piercings and tattoos piercings stood cooly playing by herself on a fooseball table. She tilted her head up a bit and said, "The piercers busy, wait just a few." At this point I was kinda shaky, And my mom kinda tried to cheer me up by cracking some jokes. After standing about for a few, A young looking guy, with a bunch of tattoos and double gauged piercings on his lip exited the back room followed by a young man with a fresh septum ring. The scene-kids were just as they were when I entered. After some talking about what I wanted and such, he rejected the rings I had picked out- forcing me to pay and extra 20 bucks for a stupid labret stud. He was nice, and friendly. He made me feel completely comfortable, while I sat upon a stiff piercing table thing that was red and sparkly. He marked my lip with this purple stuff, and I liked the location.He prepped everything and told me to open my mouth and not doing anything. He told me to take deep breaths. immediately, I felt a sharp pain in my lip, followed by a deep ache that I recognized as the fiddling of jewlery. He stood back, and smiled. I stood up, a little wobbly, and took a look at the fresh hole in my face. I loved it. He told me what I needed, which I ultimately half ignored.
We went to Osco to get the stuff I needed. I couldn't eat so I settled for a big sprite form some fast food joint. The round plate that sat against my teeth was an immediate annoyance. Even after a few days, I had trouble eating and smiling.
Yesterday morning, whilst cleaning the stud(Which was doing nicely), The ball fell off into the hellhole that is my bathroom. I looked about frantically to no avail. I knew I had to do something. I dug out one of the rings that I was saving for the healed hole, and dropped it into a bowl of alcohol. I cleaned the piercing, and swished some mildly watered down Listerine and took some deep breaths. I took the ring out of the bowl and yanked the labret stud out and pushed the ring in, in an attempted swift movement. The ring kinda stopped halfway, and I was met with the ever-familiar deep ache. I fiddled with it and got the ring in. The burn of the alcohol hit me, hard. I righted myself and straightened the ring. It looked and felt fabulous.
Yet one more issue, that I'm sure is the enemy of many- The pressure bead. I struggled with the ring in the already sore hole, I just couldn't get it in. I've worn CBRs before and have always had trouble getting the stupid beads on. After around an hour of struggling I had a very sore and swollen lip. I gave up, and taped the gap shut and went to sleep. This afternoon, we headed back to the tattoo shop, and got the bead put on. It only took him five seconds. Bleh. But, as of now, The piercing is doing great. I do not regret it at all.