For years I had seen people with modifications: Lip piercing (beautiful), Eyebrows (Gorgeous), Ear projects, Stretching, Bridges, Napes, it all looked so perfect. Finally something I could bond to my body and match my exterior appearance with the cold steel inside me. It has been a private dream I had always harbored. My mother had raised me to value individuality, and my father to obey church rule (abusively). I had spent my entire childhood life trying to live up to his expectations and always falling short, I had been absolutely shunned when my younger brother was born. My Father was the youngest in his family and he had always been picked on. When my brother was born he instantly became paranoid and hurtful toward me. Anything that happened to my brother was my fault. He became abusive to the point that he triggered my brain to separate/fracture my personality. A very serious mental disability. My mother was different, loving, accepting, kind, but she was also too wea k to leave my father. Eventually my therapist told her that she had to for my health. My mother had always accepted me. But being raised by a person like my mother doesn't exactly mean piercing is okay. She believes it is much too 'mainstream' to get piercings. But after dreaming about pushing needles through my body for years, and not giving a shit about what my mom really thinks, other than that she has influenced my own thought, I decided that it was going to happen. Besides it is much healthier to get pierced than to self-mutilate.... isn't it?
At A Glance Author Anthro. Contact TheBengetarian@aol.com When A week ago Artist Travis St. Julian Studio Incognito Tattoo Location Pasadena California I decided it would be my 20th birthday present to myself. But I didn't know what type of piercing to get yet. I wanted so many. I had always been sure that I wanted an Apadravya, but decided that was too much for a first piercing. Not the pain part, the aftercare, I didn't want to mess up the aftercare and permanently damage my dick. So one day while I was online reading BME and checking prices for various piercings, I noticed, more than I had before, nipple piercings. I had decided. The next day I called Incognito, whom I can't recommend enough (awesome place), and set up an appointment for that night. 10-07-02 at 7:30 only four hours from the time I called.
My girlfriend loves seeing me in pain, so she naturally wanted to come with. I was happy to have her come along. Moral support and such. We went out to eat before as I was instructed, and she kept asking if I was nervous. I said no. She was though, and she had been pierced a few times already. We walked up the street about twenty minutes early and went inside. She turned to me and pinched my nipple and laughed about that being the last time for a few weeks.
Went in the studio. It was an upstairs suite in an old Pasadena building full of tattoo artists, tattooees. Nobody else. I was nervous now. Just then Travis walks up to me and says. Ben? (That being my name) We did all the paperwork he prodded me for questions for a while, I didn't really have any and I jumped in the chair. He prepped me, sterilized the jewelry, got a bunch of tools, and cleaned the iodine off of me. "The forceps are going to pinch a bit," but I didn't even feel them. Then he told me about breathing evenly and not tensing up, I nodded. 1...2...3...waiting for the pain to start...I thought he had chickened out or something, I didn't feel a thing. The jewelry was already in and it was finished. Then I realized what had just happened, I had actually claimed my body, finally. After years of abuse, being told who I was, what I should be, who to see, where to go, that I was never good enough and that I would never be able to really control my life, I had taken complet e control of my body. I had modified myself.
"Okay, the second one always hurts more, do you want to take a break?" Travis asked in a very patient tone.
"No." I wanted my body pierced.
"Okay, then I am going to clamp your right nipple," he did, no pain. Same breathing pattern. 1...2...3...OUCH, the needle stuck in me a bit. Took about three seconds to get it through. But not too bad at all, felt like I ran my nipple under very hot water for a half a second, totally bearable. Jewelry went in, he handed me an aftercare sheet. We chatted for a bit about his piercings, who he had pierced, his Paul Booth Tats, and a few other small things. He also mentioned that my skin was very strong, that I would heal up just fine. I had been somewhat worried about rejection, but he said there was no risk of it really, I apparently have well developed nipples. He said I was a great client, so I tipped him ten dollars.
Then I left; with two beautiful new additions to my body, a very happy girlfriend and a new sense of what I was. It was a truly remarkable experience. I can't wait to go back and get my Apadravya.
If you are thinking about piercing your nipples at all, DO IT. I can't recommend it enough. Piercing has changed the way I look at myself, nothing else ever has.