First, let me say that I've always been terrified of needles. Having said that, I'll go on to say that the main thing that I'm into is tattoos, although I did get my tongue pierced professionally several years ago. Given my extreme fear of needles (And I do mean extreme. I harbor childhood memories of myself, running, full speed, from doctor's offices, all the while, screaming at the top of my lungs, at the mere mention of some sort of injection. Don't even ask me what happened in school on vaccination day. Really, don't ask. If you do, I may tell you.), most people I know always question why I'd even get a tattoo or piercing at all. When I tell them I that I pierced my own nipples, some of them even question the existence of my fear. Maybe I'm just afraid of needles when they are being wielded by someone else. Since I'm not what anyone might call an artist, not even jokingly, I have to bite the bullet, and let someone else wield the needle when it comes to tattoos. Like I said before, I'm terrified of needles. I do, however, love tattoos and piercings. I guess I'm just a typical weirdo. (Is the expression "typical weirdo" an oxymoron?)
At A Glance Author inkboi Contact inkboi@bme.anon When A week ago Artist me Studio in me own loo I'd always planned on getting my nipples pierced, but it never seemed to happen. I was either too cheap, too broke, too shy, too chicken, or too whatever. You all know what I mean. Anyway, to make a long, boring story a little more long and boring, I was on the web one night, and the too cheap problem was blown out of the water, once and for all. On ebay, I discovered that one could acquire sterile, professional equipment for a low price. Now, all I needed was some guts. To my knowledge, those still aren't available on ebay. (At this time, I would like to say that I am in no way advocating self-piercing at home, or anywhere else for that matter. It was just something I felt I had to do. There are some piercings I would not do myself, but I digress.)
I ordered a kit to do both nipples, but when I opened it, I saw that I'd only gotten a single kit. I emailed the dude I'd bought it from, and explained the problem. Almost immediately, he emailed me back, promising to send me the other one right away. The only problem now, was that I was really psyched to get started on my quest for do-it-yourself (do-it-myself?) body modification. Later that night, I sat watching tv, while my wife and daughter slept, and I decided to go forward with my plans. As soon as I decided to do it, I got a huge surge of adrenaline. This probably wasn't entirely good for the process, as the rush I got also made my hands a bit shaky. Even so, it was an incredible feeling.
Anyway, in the privacy of my bathroom, I washed up thoroughly, and opened up the sealed autoclave pouch that held my stuff. Not having any forceps, I pinched my left nipple between the cork and left forefinger. I picked my point of entry, and pushed the sharp, 12 g needle through my flesh, hearing it tear through. Hearing the sound of metal ripping through my own flesh only intensified the rush, and I could feel and hear the blood pounding through my body. I'm not sure that I've even experienced orgasms that have left me feeling quite as spent. After a few minutes, my adrenaline rush had subsided enough that and I was able to insert the ring into my newly pierced nipple. I have to say that the most painful part of the experience, was pulling on the ring, and snapping the ball into place on the cbr. I noticed later, after the adrenaline wore off, and I was marveling at my craftsmanship,that my new piercing was was just a little bit crooked. Just slightly, but enough to notice. At least for me.
In a few days, as promised, I received the missing supplies. Later that night, I set to finishing what I had started. I went into my "studio," and to my surprise, I was having a little bit of trouble getting started. The time between piercing, combined with actual knowledge of what it felt like was destroying my courage. When I put the needle up to my nipple and could only get myself to apply enough pressure to draw a tiny drop of blood and then, chicken out, I began to doubt whether or not I could go through with it. Finally, I had a heart to heart talk with myself, along with a shot or two of Kentucky courage, I took needle in hand and got down to business. I'm not sure if the second one really hurts more, like everybody says it does, or if the mind games we play with ourselves just make us think it does. Since the second piercing came out nice and straight, you can detect just a little bit of lopsidedness. Not enough to matter, just enough to give the piercing some character, making it mine.