I am what I like to call methodically spontaneous. I think about things I want to do, mull them over in my head, and then one day I surprise myself by saying "Hey! I'm just going to do this thing. NOW!" And so it went with my christina.
At A Glance Author sphincterlicious Contact sphincterlicious@bme.anon IAM sphincterlicious When Three months ago Artist Sean Studio Artistic Ink Location College Park, MD I had been talking with a friend about getting together to hang out, and we were discussing what to do. It was one of those things where we were saying "Duhhhhhh whaddaya wanna do?"
"Uhhhhhhh I dunno. Whadda YOU wanna do?"
So, we finally decided to go get poked. Then came the part that usually becomes difficult for me (I'm bad at making decisions): What do I get pierced, this time? But this time, I didn't have to think twice. "Christina" just popped right into my head. My friend reminded me to "Have cash. And don't forget to shave your snatch." This is how I began my journey into the world of speared genitalia.
Having a needle to my flesh calms me the way nothing else can, and as my friend and I stood around the counter at the shop, making idle conversation, I was consciously aware of my muscles un-knotting themselves (I am normally a very tense person.) I had been told by a decent number of women with christinas that they are really painful. Pain is not something I consider when I decide to get a piercing, but, armed with that information, I hiked up my skirt and as I
climbed onto the table and put my feet into the stirrups (I had fleeting thoughts of papsmears) I prepared myself for a sensation so excruciating it would cause me to shriek obscenities. My friend held my hand, although I didn't need her to.
It took Sean what seemed like forever to mark off the placement, and it almost made me uncomfortable to have someone I had never really met before put his face so close to my crotch. I wondered how much I would bleed. I noticed that the skin on my arms felt cool and tingly, as if they had been slathered in Vapo-rub or Icy Hot. At that point I began to pay attention to my surroundings. I noticed the texture of the ceiling panels, heard the muffled sounds of traffic from outside. I forgot for a few seconds about what was going on between my thighs. Then, there was a tiny pricking sensation in my nether regions, and the familiar words of "Okay, take a deep breath...." I breathed in and closed my eyes.
As I let the air from my lungs come whooshing out, I felt the needle enter my flesh with a slight stinging pressure, and then exit my flesh with a biting wet pop. I grunted.
Everything for the next couple of minutes after that is sort of blurred. I was distracted by the fact that it hadn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. I didn't even notice Sean putting the jewelry in (10ga tygon,) and I didn't bother to ask for a mirror or anything so I could look at it. There was a hazy feeling of contentment as I hopped off the table and pulled my skirt down, and then there was the delicious endorphine rush. I was feeling good.
My friend and I stayed at the shop a little while longer to talk, and then we decided to go to dinner. As we left, I noticed that my knees were a little wobbly. I felt giggly. We went to a little mexican restaurant to eat, and as soon as we were seated, I made a beeline for the bathroom. Once again, I pulled up my skirt and finally got a look at my newly decorated pubic mound. (if you're wondering why I haven't mentioned my underwear so far, it's because I am a member of the Commando Elite.) Two stainless steel balls gleamed and almost *winked* at me in the dim light of the bathroom. I squealed with delight. It was so CUTE. Throughout the meal, and indeed the rest of the evening, it was all I could do to keep my hands out of my crotch. I kept wanting to touch it to make sure it was still there. There was none of the stinging, throbbing hotness that I had experienced with my other piercings, and I was baffled as to why the women who I had talked to had made such a big deal about christinas being painful.
Because of my anatomy, Sean had informed me that there was a distinct possibility that my christina would reject, and throughout the healing process, that thought stayed at the back of my mind. After about 3 weeks, the piercing was still in what I call a "bitchy" phase, where it was slightly tender and easily irritated. However, a couple of weeks after that, everything was fine, and my christina had become my favorite adornment.