I have heard many people ask why anyone would want to pierce their genitals, and I honestly don't understand those kinds of people. Why WOULDN'T anyone want to pierce their genitals??? At least in my case, I know that I did, and I have faithfully gone through with the procedure I thought I would never be able to endure.
At A Glance Author JC Contact JC@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Jon Studio New Tribe Location Toronto It all started about 4 years ago, when I came to have a real interest in piercing and tattoos, and I really wanted to have something done. So, my parents went out one night and I decided I would pierce my ears. So I got a safety pin, and some earrings that I stole from my mom, and pierced my ears. I had to take them out because they got infected. Then about a year later I decided that I wanted to get my nipple pierced. Being only 15 at the time, I had to resort to old means and resort to the old safety pin. So I pierced both my nipples with safety pins, and left the pins in as I had no jewellery to put in place of the pins. When my mom found out about these I immediately had to remove them. But she also made my research on the internet the so called "dangers" of piercing. I cam across BME, and it was here that I found out that one could actually pierce their genitalia. So naturally I did what came natural, and got a safety pin and gave my self a PA. I realised as soon as I pierced myself, that it was probably not the smartest thing I could do, and removed the pin. (Just as a side note, don't pierce yourself, it is just not safe. Go, and get someone who knows what they are doing do it for you!!!)
About a year and a half passed before I mustered up enough courage to finally go and get my nipple pierced, this time by a professional. I chose not to pierce myself, because I wanted the piercing to last and I wanted it to look good. So in April of 2001, I went and got my right nipple pierced. I then got my left nipple pierced in September of the same year. I then had both of my ears re-pierced that December. In September 2002, I turned 18 and got a tattoo.
Now comes the fun part of my story: The "PA." I left my house on a VERY snowy Friday afternoon with the intent of travelling to the New Tribe Tattoo and Piercing studio, in Toronto. I had called they day before and they told me to just drop by and there would be someone there to pierce me. But that night it began to snow intensely to the point that I thought I might not go. But in my resolve I decided that I did not want to chicken out again. (I have tried to get this piercing since I turned 18, but always came up with an excuse as to why I shouldn't.) So, I left, and got where I wanted to go, and being so nervous on the way that I accidentally walked by the shop without realising it. Anyways, I got in the studio, and the girl at the reception was cool, and she was nice and helpful. She checked my ID, and got me to sign the waiver, and I paid. (By the way I chose New Tribe because I have had all my work done there. It is the cleanest studio that I have found in the GTA, and also had the friendliest people, not to mention reasonable prices). The PA was $73 CND, and I figured that is an alright price, based on what I was having done. I was asked if I had a preference to the sex of the piercer, and I said I would prefer a man. (Being gay, I don't really feel comfortable being naked with a woman, and what gay man doesn't like a man touching his dick?) I was told that the piercer who was to give me my PA was out getting coffee for all the tattooists and piercers, and I would have to wait about 5-10 minutes. I was cool with that, and tried to take a seat. I probably should have gone out for a smoke to calm my nerves, but it was cold, and I stayed indoors. I was tried to sit down but I couldn't, and began walking all over the store, and looking at tattoo designs, and the like, until finally Jon came back from the coffee shop, and called me in. By that point I was thinking "I have paid, I don't have a choice, and I am getting this do ne now!!!" I went in took off my jacket and Jon asked me if I had any questions, explained to me how all the jewellery was sterilized and brand new, and how the needles were new, and the like.
Then came the final moment of truth.
"The penis please" Jon requested as I lay down on the table, and so I dropped my pants and boxers. Now Jon is a rather sexy dude, and I got an instant hard on. He marked the spot where he was going to pierce, and after checking with me that that was the right spot, he put in the receiving tube and said that he was going to line up the needle and the tube and next thing I know, I have a shock running throughout my body, and Jon said "That sure wakes you up, doesn't it??" And hell yes it does.
There was not much pain just a little irritation. A minute amount of blood most likely because I had to walk back to the train station. So that is the story of me and my body up until now. Feel free to email me. I live in Mississauga, and I am interested in meeting others with interests like mine. (And I am single, hint, hint, nudge, nudge!!) I hope to soon add to the amount of metal in my genitals. I like the look of dydoes, and I definitely want to see about getting a scrotal ladder. One piece of metal just isn't enough!!