It was a Saturday evening; I was bored and feeling restless. I wanted to do something, but I wasn't sure quite what. Then a thought popped into my head: Why don't I get myself the vertical clit hood piercing I've been thinking about for a while? I called up a few friends, hoping they'd discourage me from my clearly insane plan, but - "great" friends that they are - they all encouraged me to go ahead and do it. So I promised myself that I'd call in, and if my piercer was available that day, I'd go get it done. So I called, and she was, and so I went in.
At A Glance Author Pug Mom Contact Pug Mom@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Jesika Studio Saint Sabrina's Location Minneapolis, MN USA Perhaps I should explain my reasoning behind getting this piercing. Some people get piercings for the heck of it, some for cosmetic purposes, some for sentimental reasons - some for a variety of the above. I've never had the piercing bug - I've got my lobes done, and that's it. I do have the tattoo bug, however, and it takes major willpower to not go out and get a new tattoo every month (willpower and a lack of cash, of course). However, the VCH piercing had caught my attention for some time, and lately I was feeling ready to get it done. A couple months ago, I had ended a bad relationship. For two years, I spent my time, money, and affection in being there for him. And, well, he didn't. Once it was over, I tried to be his friend instead. However, after truly being honest with myself, I realized that my ex was (and continued to be) a negative influence in my life, and he needed to go. So last week, I told him goodbye, and that was that. Since then, I had been surprisingly upb eat and peaceful. I had been thinking of a way to mark this moment in my life - probably the first time I consciously put myself as a priority and broke ties with someone who continued to hurt me. I wanted to get something to remind me that I'm important - that I should always be the priority, and that I should never willingly put myself in a situation or relationship that causes me pain, because no one is worth it. I thought about a tattoo, which would have been fitting. My ex had always hated tattoos, and when I got one last December, he made me feel guilty and trashy for loving it and wanting more. But I didn't have the money for a tattoo. Also, I had been looking into VCH piercings and they just seemed so feminine and empowering to me. It is a piercing that's (arguably) only for you. No one can see it. It isn't done to impress the general public. It's yours alone - your hidden little secret. And the location is a huge deal; piercing your most delicate area requires coura ge and tests your limits of pain endurance. I'm not a pain junkie - I hate pain, and I'm sure I always will. But the pain makes you remember and appreciate the moment; enduring those three hours of pain during my tattoo session, or those seconds of pain during my piercing, makes the final product even more special. I think we can all agree that getting something feels better if you worked hard, or endured much, to get it.
So, for all the reasons stated above, I drove my tiny Yaris all the way to uptown Minneapolis, to see Jesika at Saint Sabrina. I had heard good things about Jesika on BME - I also knew she specialized in genital piercings, and had been piercing for 10 years. And as you can imagine, I wanted to make sure that the person tinkering with my girly bits was VERY experienced. I had been to Saint Sabrina in the past to get a tattoo - in the end, I was put off by the tattoo artist I saw, so I went somewhere else. But this time around, I felt very happy with my choice. Jesika was pretty and un-PC and pierced everywhere. Awesome. They checked my ID, got me to fill out paperwork, and Jesika helped me pick out jewelry. I wasn't sure whether I was suitable for the VCH or HCH (I hadn't done the Q-tip test), and I knew some people could only do one or the other. We picked out jewelry for either one, just in case, and headed upstairs. I wore a comfy dress, having heard it was both comfortable and dignity-preserving (and they were right), so I just slipped off my panties and hopped up on the doctor-like chair. Jesika was very nice about the whole thing, answering my questions and concerns, and poking around as gently as she could. I noticed she was very clean - changing her gloves several times and using only disposable equipment. Right off the bat, she told me there was no way in hell I was getting the horizontal hood piercing, unless I wanted to walk around with my legs like an upside-down V for the next 2 months. She recommended the vertical, although my anatomy raised some concerns about the possibility of migration. She reassured me, however, that the possibility was very slim - but she wanted to let me know, regardless, so I could be fully informed. She also told me that if she thought it wouldn't work out, she would refuse to do it (which spoke to her professionalism). So I told her to go ahead and do the vertical.
Now, I'm not sure exactly what she used for the piercing - there were no clamps, but I'm not sure if there was a receiving tube, or if she freehanded it. I wasn't paying much attention because, well, my girly bits were about to pierced with a big fat needle! The last thing I wanted to do was look down there and see what was going on. However, I have a suspicion that Jesika used a receiving tube (just from the experiences I've read here regarding how they feel). I believe the jewelry was 12 gauge and some. She told me to breathe in, breathe out, and then she pierced it. Honestly, I find it difficult to categorize the pain level. On the one hand, it was very painful - it might even have been the most pain I've ever felt - but on the other hand, it only lasted the second it took for the needle to go through. So I guess if I had to choose between getting it done again, or, for example, a 6 hour tattoo, I'd probably go with getting it done again. I feared I would scream involuntar ily or something like that, but I just grimaced and muttered a belated "ouch" after she was done. She quickly grabbed the jewelry and pushed it through - that felt like I was getting pierced again, which I really wasn't expecting. I involuntarily jerked my legs a little both times; when she was done, Jesika laughed and said she was glad I hadn't kneed her in the chest, since that happened on a regular basis. After the jewelry was in and the balls screwed on tightly, she finished her instructions on aftercare, gave me a little pad to catch any bloodflow, and sent me on my way.
I was worried that I would feel it when I walked, and that it would hurt, but fortunately, I didn't feel a thing. I paid for the piercing - $40 for the piercing, and $38 for the jewelry - and went home. After I got back home, it started to throb a bit - it didn't hurt much, but it was uncomfortable. But by that time, I was really tired (hadn't gotten too much sleep that night), so I passed out on the couch and when I woke up the pain was gone. Today is the second day, and I've been following the aftercare instructions - salt water several times a day, and I feel fine. There hasn't been any blood since yesterday, and I don't feel it at all. I'm hoping it stays this way and I heal quickly. And I absolutely love it - the jewelry itself is a curved titanium barbell, with turquoise balls. It looks so cute, and matches my skin color perfectly. And more importantly, every time I feel it or see it, I am reminded to always put myself first, because I deserve to be happy, and no one is worth feeling pain over.