Warning: My method of self piercing is not safe and is potentially dangerous. Do not attempt to do a piercing yourself without proper tools, knowledge, and cleaning materials. Even then, it is wiser to go to a professional.
At A Glance Author ElenaKR When A week ago Artist me Studio my bathroom?
I am 15 years old and most likely addicted to piercing, preferably self piercing because I have no disposable income to speak of. My parents don't allow piercings, other than the paltry "2 holes in each ear." (Having gone through several belly button piercings, a lip ring, a labret, a tongue ring and a number of holes in each ear, I now doubt their ability to enforce such a rule.) Despite my constant desperate campaigning, they will not change their minds about "shoving metal through your body and putting holes in your face," as they so affectionately term it. This affects my selection and methods of piercings.
I always have to pick something less noticeable, or something easy enough to buy a clear plastic retainer for. (I'm incredibly over confident in my ability to hide a piercing thanks to 2 long term hidden lip rings. Obviously, piercings such as naval, genital, tongue, and nipple were consequently of great appeal to me.
Based on all this was my experience two weeks ago.
It was a Friday afternoon and none of my friends would be home till a bit later. I was bored, I had no ride anywhere and I was just looking about BME like i sometimes do when I'm bored. Of course, I haven't yet mentioned what an easily motivated person I am.
At the time, I was trying to ride out overwhelming urge to pierce my nipple. I often get anxious to pierce something, especially when I am bored, and often, I end up doing it. As my nipple was the focus of the moment, it became a "Hey, why not?" moment.
I stood up, rummaged through the massive piles of junk in my room, and pulled out my self made piercing kit. In an emptied out tin of chocolates, I keep a few larger-gauge sewing needles, a lighter (my only form of sterilization), and assorted jewelry, from a tongue barbell, to earrings, to labret studs, etc.
With essentially all I needed in place, I began to work.
I took off my shirt, my bra, everything that would otherwise get in the way. I have a strange habit of calling up all my friends in the middle of a piercing, so I kept my cell phone handy. With that, I selected a 16 gauge standard ring, a the largest gauge needle I had (probably a 14 or 16 gauge), and I started the piercing!
Having several previously self-done piercings, I am arrogant enough to consider myself an expert, but I quickly realized that I was completely ignorant as to the exact placing of a traditional nipple piercing. Of course, I just guessed from that point on.
I inserted the needle into (for lack of any anatomical vocabulary whatsoever) that base of the tip of the nipple. I didn't feel any pain, but then again I am very insensitive toward such things. It went in easily enough and I had hopes of this being a relatively quick piercing.
Wrong.
Such was a fleeting thought as I hit tougher tissue towards the middle of my nipple. I pushed with all my physical strength, but it would not go through. I tried to hold the back of it with different objects to allow me to apply more pressure but that only sent a radiating pain through my entire chest. Frustrated, I reached for my phone. I called one of my friends, who at the time felt like being condescending and stand-offish (seeing as his friends were around at the time). They made their jokes and I pretty much hung up. Fueled by both frustration and some kind of inner competition, I just shoved the needle through with a spark of pain quickly subsided back to my comfortable numb.
Pulling out the needle I met some resistance, but it was simple enough. As usual for me, I struggled fitting the jewelery into the fresh hole, but after a bunch of grumbling, complaining, etc it went through and I screwed on the balls.
Proud of my work, I called up some of my friends, we all laughed, and of course asked me to show them. I don't have large breasts by any means, in fact, I have a fairly flat chest, so I was fully read to take advantage of one of the only opportunities I have ever gotten to flash a large group of people. Call me strange, but I was excited.
Unfortunately, upon further inspection, I noticed a lop-sided quality to my new piercing. For some reason, I let this get to me, and took it out, promising myself and all my (slightly disappointed friends), that we would once again sneak off into the city and get it professionally redone.
For the rest of the night, everyone was talking about my nipple. People were excited, curious, disgusted, turned on, whatever they might be.
R.I.P. my short lived nipple piercing. It will be back soon!