At A Glance
When	It just happened
Artist	Reverend Nate
Studio	Medicine Man
Location	N. Ridgeville, OH

So I quite spontaneously decided that I wanted a piercing. I just got it done a few hours ago and there is still a tiny bit of blood. It is 3:00AM and I can't sleep all hopped up on adrenaline, so I figured the best thing to do would be to tell all of you about this, while intermittently pausing to gaze adoringly at my newly adorned pussy cat. It is the first piercing I have ever had besides my ears. And I believe it to be a transcendently wonderful thing.

There are a number of reasons why I decided to do this. First of all, I have been in a depression for the past while now and I think that I am starting to turn the corner on my recovery. Everything is just starting to get better and I am really working for it. I wanted to give myself an experience to commemorate this turning point, while also giving myself somewhat of a rite of passage.

Secondly, I reallyreally like my puss. It's one of my fave body parts, so why not dress it up for the holidays? And, well, every day , for that matter. I'm a really aesthetically minded gal, and to see a nice silver shiny to compliment my pink shinies really tickles my pickle, well, if I had a pickle. And maybe it'll even get to tickle my boyfriend's pickle.

Well, on to the experience. Tonight, my friend Mary got in the car and drove me through the fog to Medicine Man, which is out in the boonies, though came very highly rated.
I was a veryvery excited creature when I got there. It was a nice comfortable place and my piercer Nate was very professional and sweet. Spent the first 10 minutes filling out the paperwork and reading the info he gave me, then we trucked down the hallway into the piercing room. I managed to feel perfectly natural stripping down to my silly socks, slightly dimpled thighs, and a sweater in front of an audience, which is a feat in itself, and was probably only made possible by the sheer quantity of adrenaline rushing through my veins.

Nate went into detailed explanations of everything he would be doing and let me ask the all the questions my little heart desired. I hopped my bum up onto the chair and let him poke around and measure and figure out the right size ring and best placement. He sorta sat on a short stool in front of me and had me put my feet on his knees, which I at first thought was a little odd, but later decided it was nice to have the human contact in a very sterile, almost surgical procedure.

He checked for veins, which made me happy, because I certainly didn't want to be a gusher. We picked out a 12g 3/8in. CBR with a little black shiny bead. It looked so cute just sitting there on the tray. Then he marked the spot and showed me. Also he disinfected the area. Since I can't remember in what order all of this transpired, this is only a vague rendering of the process. All I know is, soon enough, all systems were go.

Next, he applied the clamp, which wasn't exactly a tea party, but it wasn't that uncomfortable either. Thank God I had a great, piercing-experienced friend with me who cautioned, "Don't look over there," as the needle packet was opened. Unless you have a keen fondness for needles, I highly suggest you bring a friend like this with you.

Nate suggested that I concentrate on my breathing. When he said, "Ready." I took a deep breath. "1-2..." and on 3 he pushed the needle through and I let my breath out. And I think somewhat of a sex grunt noise escaped with that breath. But I can't really remember. The pain was sharp, but not unwelcome. It lasted at most 5 seconds.

When you are stuck in a little bit of a cerebral, depressed state, that kind of pain is perfect to shock you back into the reality of your body and of your existence. It was just what the doctor ordered. Perhaps it was a bit of a subconscious signal, I thought, for me to have chosen a studio called Medicine Man.

He put the ring into place, which was not that comfortable, but once it was in, I couldn't even feel it. After closing the bead in the ring, and sopping up the blood, he handed me a mirror and I got to lay my eyes on the beauty. I just grinned there like a Cheshire cat. My legs quivered a bit uncontrollably from all of the adrenaline, and I know broke out giggling a number of times before I felt ready to get dressed.

He took awhile to explain all the aftercare procedures to me. I am doing a routine of 2 cleanings with Satin soap and 2-3 saline compresses a day. Though the labia was swollen a bit right after it was done, it is basically back to normal now. There was more blood that I thought there would be, but it wasn't bad. And anyway, who of us isn't quite used to seeing a bit of crimson down there?

After we left, I felt inclined to walk like a cowboy, but I think it was just more of a "phantom cowboy" feeling. Not that there was ever a large cowboy situated there for a long period of time, but you get the point. Then I started to walk normally, and thought quizzically, "What the hell was I just doing?" There was no pain, not even much to notice.

The first time I peed I was surprised because of the lack of burning, about which I had read many accounts. The only thing was that I had apparently held it for awhile in anticipation of this supposed burning sensation, so the force of my pee actually made everything start to bleed again. Oops. It stopped pretty soon though.

Now I've just got this pretty pearl in my oyster, and that's enough to make this kitty purr nice and long. Cheers to an uneventful healing!