At A Glance
Author	broken_wings
Contact	broken_wings@bme.anon
IAM	broken_wings
When	A year ago
Artist	Me
Studio	Bathroom

It all started out so innocently, on a day just like any other day...

Today was kind of a gloomy day. Nothing to do. So boring. Suddenly, I realize that my dad probably has sterilized needles – he uses them for the cows sometimes. I go look in his "stash". WOW. *Slow smile creeps across face* NEEDLES. A whole bunch of 'em! They were in their own little sealed packages and everything... The box said 18g, but I later learned that that's the diameter of the inside of the needle. So really, what I had on my hands were two 16g needles.

What to pierce? I spent most of the day trying to decide. Tongue, hand web, lip, earlobe, cartilage... I couldn't choose. I knew I'd try to do one today... after trying so hard to get permission from my parents for a single ear piercing; I was willing to try anything. Eventually, I chose inner labia. I know, it sounds crazy. But I did have my reasons. It's extremely easy to hide, it heals quite quickly, I wouldn't care if I had a scar there, and my 16g CBR would do the job. Also, I've never even made out with a guy. I've got a fanciful and kinky mind, but that's where it ends. I'm pretty much a freeze... and this piercing would make me feel like I had a sexy little secret.

The family had gone to bed. I set up in the bathroom: needle, Claire's alcohol liquid stuff, paper towel, music, jewelry. First I wiped down everything with the alcohol stuff. The jewelry, the floor, the counter... everywhere. Done.

So I sit down on a towel, take off my pajama pants, and figure out a good place to pierce myself. I put my headphones on so I can listen to my music. It was supposed to calm me down – I was pretty excited and nervous. I study my anatomy. I figure one place is just as good as any other, as long as it's not too deep or too shallow... so I stick (or attempt to stick) the needle though. When the tip of the needle is just on the other side I realize my stupidity: I forgot lubricant.

Lube is very important, crucial even, to the piercing process. It lets the needle glide/slide through the flesh with ease. So, realizing my stupid mistake, I take out the needle, and my girly bits start bleeding. Semi-heavily. I start pressing paper towel against my labia, trying to stop the bleeding. I'm sort of freaking out, but I'm too dizzy and light-headed to care. I'm thinking things, like "Damn" and "Remember first aid... elevate above your heart..." so I lay down with my feet flat on the ground and my knees being highest. I attempt to elevate. Eventually, the dizziness subsides along with the bleeding.

I get up, and go downstairs (half-naked) looking for olive oil. Yes, you've got it; I'm going to try to pierce again.

I'm downstairs when I hear my sister leave her room. Shit.

I go to the laundry room, and put on a pair of pj bottoms. I quickly go back into the kitchen, where Katie is waiting for me. She's obviously seen the blood and needles and jewelry... my mind is reeling when suddenly she asks in an undertone, "What did you pierce?"

"Do you know where the olive oil is?"

"What did you pierce?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me where the olive oil is."

"Okay." *She goes and pulls out vegetable oil*

"That's not olive oil."

"Oh."

"What did you pierce?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow if it works."

So finally she leaves. *Whew* I put some vegetable oil in a cup and bring it upstairs back into the bathroom. I sit down. Dip the needle in vegetable oil. I find the previous hole and attempt to stick it through. I get about as far as I did before... and that's when I give up. I've been beaten. I'll wait another 2 and a half years and get it done professionally if I really want. It's still bleeding. I apply pressure with paper towel again, and contemplate cleaning up. I grab bloodied paper towel and the needle and chuck them into the garbage in my room.

In the hallway, I run into my sister again. Luckily I was prepared. Holding a piece of paper towel against my earlobe, feigning a flesh wound, I tell her:

"I pierced my ear, but it didn't work."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted it. Don't tell Mom and Dad, okay?"

"Okay. G'night."

That was a close one... oh man. So I finish cleaning up and then I put on underwear and a panty liner. I still feel kind of shaky... but the adrenaline's kicked in so I'm feeling better. Not bleeding as much either. All in all it was a pretty good experience. I wish it could've WORKED or something... but it didn't, and I accept that. It's as though I was unconsciously dabbling in the art of play-piercing - a past-time I think I'll have to pursue further!