Alright. Uhm, I'm a junior at some fuckin school. I've had a titanium bar through the center of my tongue for.. oh, three years now. I've sort of befriended this guy called Moose, who has pierced his nipple with a sharpened wire hanger. His reasoning: "it was the closest thing to a 14 gauge I could find." I've been tattooed with a homemade gun with homemade ink. I"ve known countless other reckless youths who've skewered themselves with all sorts of things, more often safety pins. And with the nipple rings my boyfriend recently (professionally) acquired constantly on my mind, it's no surprise I began to get the itch again. You know what I'm referring to. The nagging itch to get another bar through my body.
At A Glance Author woahman Contact woahman@bme.anon When It just happened Artist gary Studio oh man.. Location right over there Yesterday, I came home, and without thinking about it at all..went to my room, grabbed a shiny, copper-colored 4 inch long safety pin from a drawer. I took out one of your standard 16ga cbr with black ball whose home had been my earlobe. I stood in the mirror in my bathroom, and held the pin up to my lip like I was gonna shove it through. But I couldn't do it. In an attempt to help me gain courage enough to go through with my spontaneous impulse, I decided to rub some orajel on the inside of my lip, the part that actually sucks when the needle goes through (yeah I've shoved sharp objects through my lip before). Still, I couldn't stop being a wuss about it.
I hopped on my computer and told a friend my predicament. So he offers to do it for me. Good thing he's my diagonal neighbor (the house directly behind mine, his house the one to the right of that one) I walked the next street over. He's outside on his skateboard, and explains to me we can't do it in his house because his stepmother is home. So I sit on his board, out in the middle of the fuckin street, and rub some more orajel all on the inside of my lip. I hand him the safety pin.
I hold out my lip, my hands are shaking a little. I close my eyes and start to feel pressure. He's decided to pierce downward, from the inside of my lip to the outside. He's piercing the left side, like I'd indicated. I pleaded in my mind that the placement would be o.k. "It's halfway there," he tells me, "it's stuck or something. I don't know, I've ever pierced anyone before." "Hard," I manage to say and open my eyes to see him using probably all the strenth in his arm to shove it through. I have to keep myself from telling him to stop. Finally I feel it poke through the other side. Now, the jewelry. "I need a mirror to put the ring in," I say. "Well dude you can't come in my house with that huge safey pin hanging out of you like that," he replies.
So I got up, and walked back to my house with this huge safety pin sticking out of my lip. It took me about twenty minutes to finally shove it through, but I got it. It got swollen almost immediately and still is a little bit. The ring is about a milimeter or two from where I would have liked it to be, but it still looks decent. It'll look better when I pierce the other side of my lip, the right side. About five minutes after I got the jewelry in I rode my bike to my boy's work, the Church's Chicken about ten minutes (on bike) down the road. He was pleasantly surprised. He thinks it look alright too.
I'm having to hide it from my parents, and the fuckin people at my school. Basically I'm avoiding the rents, taking really long showers, staying in my room and whatnot. When they knock on my door I pretend I was taking a nap, and bury my face in my pillow so they wont see. When I"m walking around my house, I simply cover my chin and lip with my hand. This works much better when you wear some long sleeves. I also have the option of pretended I'm playing with the ends of my chin-length dark brown hair and cover the silver ring through my lip with it. To keep it hidden at school I plan on doing the very same thing, hold my sleve in front of my mouth whilst walking down the hall. In class, I plan on putting my hand on my chin as if I'm thinking and extending my index finger over my lip ring, effectively concealing it.
In order to brush my teeth, I have to pull my sore fat lip away from me. I'm applying Gly-Oxide to the inside of my lip around the hole and regular old peroxide to the outside as aftercare. Ice really makes it feel good, smoking bud intensifies the soreness. That's all I've got to offer, I suppose. I'm going to go watch Ren & Stimpy. Peace.