It has taken a week to write this story. In part, it's because I'm not sure anyone would be interrested. In part, it's because I have felt such overwhelming emotions about my esperience. Regardless of interest or feeling, I have to try to tell the story, if for no other reason than to render credit and credibility to Richard of Pinnacle Piercing in Portland, Maine.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Richard Studio Pinnacle Piercing Location Portland, Maine
Approximately 1 year ago, I began entertaining the idea of having a Prince Albert (PA). It was a thought that was totally independent of any of my friends or their personal choices. I had never known anyone who had one. However, after retiring from an 18 year career as an International Flight Attendant, I had begun a second career. I was a Registered Nurse who specialized in Addictive Medicine.
In my role as a Nurse Manager, I treat over 600 patients who come from all walks of life. Many have spent their lives in alternate life-styles, the majority of which revolves around seeking, using and dealing drugs. My patients have alot of street experience. With that experience has come alot of imprisonment. Many, if not most, have multiple tattoos and piercings.
As my career has grown over the past 4 years, so has my role in the community affected by opiate abuse. I enjoy a certain degree of respect among the patients I treat. I have that respect because I have a huge amount of respect for the roads their lives have taken and the deamons they have battled. They have taught me alot as I hope I have taught them.
With the growth of our mututal relationship, I bacame more and more aware of my physical difference. I was a nice, pure, unmarked, suburban white guy. It really set me apart from my patients in a way I didn't like. I wanted to validate that decisions about body modification. I started doing research and decided to get a tattoo at their favorite tattoo parlor. I selected a compass rose for my ankle. It is the same as the compass rose on my father's grave-stone. I thought it would be respectful of him. When my brother from Florida saw it, he had to have one too. Now, my Dad, my Brother and I are forever liked by our common markings of True North.
As time went by, the issue of further body enhancement came to the surface. I had gone through tattooing, but now I needed piercing. I don't have the mosr beautiful body so navels and nipples were out. As a 48 year old gay may, the earring thing just didn't work. A nose and lip would scream that the old guy was faking his age. That's when the PA began to take root in the recesses of my mind. I figured the PA was the ultimate male piercing. I wanted the piercing to be like my patients whom I so repected and love.
Coincidentially, I have developed a strong friendship with a nurse friend who blew me off my feet when I discovered he had a PA. He freely showed me and I was hooked. I had to have one. I had to beacue of all the reasons shared above, but I also had to have one as it made a special bond in the friendhips between my friend, and my friends partner.
A date was set for me to have my body modification at Pinacle Piercing in Portland, Maine. All of he day of my appointment, I had to see patients. Neith my heart nor my mind were in my work. I simply maintained a countydown to the Piercing Hour. That hole day, I suffered Sheer Fear, Panic and Terror.
Arriving at Pinnacle Piercing, Richard was the consumate artist
and host. He made sure that the entire process was completed in our presence. Unsure of what size ring I might need to be. Suggestions were made that I step discretely to the piercing room and measure myself. To my relief, Richard chose to do a professional measure.
At any rate, as all of the materials were sterilized, we were escorted to the piercing room. Under the caring and protective eye of a dear friend (with P.A.) I stripped for the waste down and laid on the dentist-type chair. I've never had such handsom men standing around me and saying things like,"That dick's gonna look great."
With much fanfare, Richard prepared my cock for the treatment. I was cleaned and sterilized from pubic bone to uretheral mons. Richard then caringly explaings that he had to introduce a stainless steel receiving tube into my dick. That was genlty accomplished too.
Just moments later, Richard informed me to take a deep breath, I did so. Richard told me to release that cleansing breath and blow out all stress and care. I did the best I could. I felt a seering pain in the base of my dick for less than 2 seconds, and it was over.
2 seconds or less is all of the pain I felt. There was no aftermath of throbbing pain. There was no overty gross loss of frank blood.There was just my beautiful average dick with a 12g stainless steel ball and loop.
I'm proud of my decidion. I have no idea it would alter my self-concept so well. I feel infinitely more like a man. I feel more verile having trusted a total stranger to modifiy my dick by inflicting pain. I feel a greater sence of belonging being 1 of 3 intimate friends who share this intimate secret.
With my new found source of strength, my next goal is to get to an 8g ring in 14k gold.Time will tell but I reel great and hope to feel even better as time goes by.