I MUST STATE BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING ELSE, THAT I AM VERY LUCKY I DID NOT GET AN INFECTION, BY GETTING MY PIERCINGS THIS WAY. GET A PROFESSIONAL, OR AT LEAST SOMEONE WITH AN AUTOCLAVE, TO DO YOUR PIERCINGS FOR YOU.
At A Glance Author Taw Contact humble_reetaw@hotmail.com When A month ago Artist My good friend Jason Studio The back of a Suburban Location Its a travelin' show kids. Our story begins with a failed attempt at getting my nipples pierced:
And so our story begins on April 20 2002, at a shop so conveniently named "420" which resides at 420, Clematis Street, West Palm Beach FL. I went there 1) because they were having a sale "all body piercing 4 20$ on 420, clever, ehe? And 2) because i heard they don't ask for ID (which happens not to be true, so don't get your knickers in a twist, children).
Any who I went there and the piercer was pretty down with piercing me, even though I was underage. Then the manager came out and had me fill out a release form/waiver. I went along my merry way filling it out until i accidentally wrote my real birth date and had to erase, she got suspicious at that point and asked for some ID, I told her I didn't have any because my wallet had been stolen at an airport, which was actually true! Long story short, she didn't believe and told me to get out. A disappointing night indeed.
Now for the good part:
I must drop in a bit of pre-history before i begin this crucial part of the story at hand. Feel free to skip this next section if you'd rather just hear about the actual piercing:
(I had been living with my father and step-mother (controlling assholes that they were, they had the money in the family) in a small town in WI. But then one day they up and decided they were moving to FL and i was coming with. Long story short, they went crazy (must have been the sun) and here i am back in the same small town living with my mother, who is by far the coolest person in my entire extended family. (She actually encouraged me to stretch my ears, now that's love.)
Any who while I was in FL I spent the majority of my time on my computer using ICQ to talk to my old friends. A particular old friend, one I had not spoken to in upwards of 3 yrs, I found out had decided to apprentice as a piercer, and then train his OWN apprentice as well. THAT'S when the madness started.)
The Nipple Experience: "are you experienced?"
The town I live in is basically this punk town that never really found its way out of the grunge phase in the early 90's, that said there's a, for lack of a better term, place-where-crappy-local-bands-go-play-for-drunk-and-stoned-teenagers. I frequented this place when I lived here and it just happened I moved back on the day of their last "concert." And who happened to be there but the apprentice and the apprentice's apprentice!
It was your usual approach
"Hey, Rita, want to buy some body jewelry?"
"No, I'm poor."
"I've got some needles in my truck!"
"Really? Are they sterilized?"
"Yes'm"
"Want to pierce my nipples?"
"To the Truck!"
After looking at the clamps and needles in their packaging, and the sad, pitiful assortment of jewlery... I decided, fuck it, this is gonna be cheaper and easier than getting it done professionally.
Well I didn't want to get my nipples pierced in a parking lot full of drunks, so we went on our merry way to a kwik trip to wash our hands and buy that antibacterial hand sanitizer crap, and then to a deserted parking lot to finish the job.
I was a bit nervous, actually I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life!
I picked my jewelry, out of a selection of really ugly curved barbells with UV balls on the ends. But I can't complain after all I was getting my nipples pierced free of charge.
I proceeded to remove my shirt and bra (really cool zebra striped, I must add). The apprentice (his name was Corey) held the flashlight in place so we could see what was going on, and the apprentice's apprentice (who i will now refer to as Jason, seeing' as that IS his name) began the cleansing process.
I told him where I wanted it, not exactly my nipple but just below. Corey remarked that the lower you get it done the more painful it is. Thanks for calming my nerves, Corey. But my friend and huXband Velvet was there to hold my hand so it was all good.
He clamped my nipple (which many people say is extremely uncomfortable, I didn't think so though. It just felt like a clamp...on my nipple.) and dotted off the entrance and exit holes, whipped out his trusty 13g and shoved the beast through my nipple.
THAT, my friends, was to this date the most intense pain of my life. And I've suffered 3rd degree burns. (The life of a pyro is not without pitfalls)
I put in the jewelry myself (my hands were clean!), because you know how pain isn't as bad when you inflict it upon yourself.
I decided not to get the other nipple done RIGHT away, we went to kwik trip and got some snacks first.
While in the store I was holding my left breast, I did have a shirt on of course, but not my bra.
Corey-"Rita, people are looking at you funny"
Rita-"Well they'd be holding their boobs too if they just get their nipple pierced! Nobody cares! (Directs speech to old man) I'm holding my breast, do you care?"
Old Man-"Actually I do!" (And the crazy old man stormed off)
I guess SOMEBODY cared.
Well we went back to the truck and i was told the jewelry would go in easier if we pierced the next one with a larger gauge, but all we really turned out with was a bloody mess and a badly placed piercing, again I put the jewelry in myself...I'm just like that.
I went back to the concert and must have shown my breasts to half the people there.
The next day the first nipple (ole righty) wasn't hurting too bad at all, but the second one we did was giving me some trouble and still bleeding like the dickens! I waited a few days and decided that No. 2 just wasn't a happy camper, so being the "do-it-yourself"-er that I am. (When I was 10 or 12 I had a bee stinger caught in my leg, I took a knife a cut out about a 4mm deep chunk of my leg, needless to say i have quite the scar, maybe I should send in a pic!
This was also the first piercing I haven't performed myself.)
I washed my hands and nipple thoroughly and stuck a longer straight barbell in. And old Betsy, has been nothing but an angel since.
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So what have we learned today kids?
1) Make sure you are on awares when filling out the release form.
2) Don't get your nipples pierced in the back of a truck.
3) And most importantly, don't hold on to your breasts in front of craggy old men.