After having a few piercings in my face and ears, and not really wanting my navel done, the idea of genital piercings popped into my mind one day. "...but WHAT?" was the most common question associated with this notion, because I knew a pair of nice nipple piercings would be nice, but I certainly wouldn't do that at home. Hood, out of the question either which way you go about it. Outer labia? Yeah right! Through all that fat? EEP! And then I realized those two dangly little flaps would make a great piercing ground.
At A Glance Author Mary Contact electricity@care2.com When Six months ago I deliberated about the pros and cons, being an avid BME reader of all sections, and decided that if it heals quickly, isn't something every random person on the street will ask me about ("Didn't that hurt?!?"), and would look nice on me, then it most certainly must be done.
I proceeded to my piercer, whom is my boyfriend, and told him the news of my decision. He wasn't terribly sure that he'd really like to do that, but I'd pierced several things on him that turned out quite nicely, and he decided that it wouldn't be that big of a deal...I mean, it's such a tiny, thin flap of skin, all you have to do is make sure it's not folded and go straight through. Well...so we soon learned.
We purchased a needle and I used a captive ring that I owned for the procedure. A simple wiping down and setting everything on a paper towel on a tray was about as far as "prepping" went, and he explored to see the best way to go about it, and decided it was time.
I was QUITE nervous, because I just KNEW it was going to hurt like hell, because my left inner labia was screaming "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEE!!! HEEEELP!!!" while the right said "HAHA! You're gonna get stabbed!" And the left side of my brain was also screaming "This is irrational! What are you doing, don't you know this is a bad idea!"....to say the least I was starting to think it wasn't such a good idea.
However, I then remembered (thanks to the right side of the brain) why I wanted it in the first place...because it's going to look bad fucking ass once it heals!
Of course, all of this took place in a matter of seconds, because as I was thinking to myself, a tiny spot in my crotch felt like it was stabbed with a very tiny sharp point of the stainless steel needle type, followed by a burning, ripping-through-your-flesh sensation. I sucked in air through my teeth, but he was (THANKFULLY!) so quick with the jewelry by the time I let it out he was done. I had bled a good bit, but it was ADORABLE! It was in the perfect place near the top, with a small, cat's eye bead on top. I was in love!!
..That is...until I had to walk. I did the "cowboy-been-riding-on-a-horse-for-8-hours-straight" waddle for the next few days, and don't even get me STARTED on peeing...Oh dear, now THAT was bad.
It didn't bleed again after that day, and though they say no sex, I was back into the swing within a week without pain. I was loving it, and I should've known what was going to come next.
Another labia piercing.
About 4 weeks later, we come home with another needle and ring and get started again. All went the same, except for the thoughts that went through my head before I was pierced, because I knew what was about to happen, and this time it was the right labia. Now guess who was screaming...I was so terribly jittery, but I knew it wasn't THAT bad, but I do so hate needles. It hurt a little bit more than the first one, but it didn't bleed as much, and all was well.
Until...we took a closer look.
We saw that it had encompassed a fold under it, causing it to be slightly painful. My boyfriend was so terribly upset about the job he did, but I wasn't upset. I had hoped that it wouldn't cause any problems, but it was terribly unattractive when it hung, because it was all bunched up. I decided to leave it until Day 3 came along, and decided that even though it's a labia piercing, that doesn't allow it to suck. We took it out, and about a week later, went for the other labia, right below the first one.
Same preparation, new needle, a ring, paper towels, me spread-eagle on the bed. I assured my boyfriend that since he knew what should NOT happen, he would get it fine...he didn't really believe me, but he went through with it anyway. I mean, I messed up on him once too, but I still fixed it in the end! This time I was more calm in the before stages, but the same butterflies still returned. No hiss this time, and a beautiful baby blue bead in my captive ring to match the pink one above it (which strangely later turned purple...{?!?}) Healing was a lot more different this time, I didn't seem to ever get hung up in my panties, and I was SO glad when I went to pee that it DIDN'T STING!! It had somehow been placed out of the stream of urine's path to ensure me painless urination! It didn't even really bother me when I walked or moved in a strange position, but I did have to wait longer before having sex because it was sore for longer.
I'm extremely happy to have these two decorations in my body, not only because I like the way they look (and so does my boyfriend, for that matter) but I'm glad the second one didn't work out, because I think I much rather prefer them both on one side. So far I haven't changed the rings, for I've been quite satisfied with them, but I am considering gauging them, but that's probably a ways off now.