I got my first genital piercing in 2002. It was the early summer, and I had been through some VERY traumatic sexual experiences. I felt I needed some control over my body, and satisfied that urge with genital work. About 5 months later a deeper issue hit me, and I decided, once again, to take control of my body with another genital piercing.
At A Glance Author jess Contact jess@bme.anon IAM jess When Two years ago Artist aric Studio Mos Eisleys Location Michigan
I wasn't really sure what I wanted to get done, but I wanted something that was strictly for me. I felt that if I had gotten another hood piercing, or labial rings, then I would feel more objectified than sexy. It took about a month before I considered a christina. The idea fit me well: an aesthetic piercing that served no purpose, other than my own happiness.
After choosing my next piercing, the following step was quite obvious, and so I headed into see my piercer and talk to him about what I wanted. He had only done one other, (christina's are not in high demand in my area,) but I trusted him enough to make a wise decision and make a practical placement. He felt that I needed to go with a 12 gauge curved barbell, and we figured on a length that would fit me well. He did not have the jewelry in the shop, and had to order it. I had to wait a few weeks, and the waiting was agony. I was nervous, and anxious and a whole mess of other emotions. I am not a fan of prolonging something that I am nervous about, so the wait was pure agony.
I called the shop some time later, and found that the jewelry had come in. I am not one to delay something, because if I do not do it at that moment then I may never do it. (I really am a whimp when it comes to certain things.) Driving over to the shop I felt giddy and had immense butterflies building up in my belly. Luckily, when I arrived, there were no other people waiting so I was able to get right in. My piercer went to the back to set things up, and I sat down and started taking some slow deep breaths right away. As I was working my faux-lamaze my piercer came back up to say he was ready. We went into the back room, and he shut the curtain. I had to drop my pants (and yes, I'm VERY self conscious so this made it all the worse for me.) I plopped myself up onto the table, and had to lay back as he re-measured me and figured again on a good placement. I checked and rechecked the mark in the mirror and OK'd it. Back down I laid, with my feet in a ever classical gynecological examination pose.
The clamps went on, and they were cold. They pinched like mad as well, and I winced and embraced myself all at once for the next step. "Take a deep breath in, and out..." which was funny because I already WAS breathing deep. Then, "One, two, three...deep in..." and on the exhale I felt an amazing pain shoot through my body, and I think I let myself yell out some swear word. By the time I managed to yell out the swear, then the needle was already waiting for the jewelry to follow through. After a few more deep breaths, the jewelry was slid into place and the balls attached.
I sat up, teary eyed and took a look at my newest addition in the mirror. As painful as it was, I felt a sudden beauty fall over me. The pain was part of an experience that felt greater than anything I'd ever felt before, and an empowerment wowed me as I stood there. Everything happened in such a way, that I forgot I was still half naked. Suddenly the thought hit me, and I grabbed my pants and slid them back on, minus my underwear. I was a bit tender, and felt that going commando was a good enough option at that point.
My ride back home was filled with a euphoric sense of self worth, and I couldn't wait to get into the door and drop my pants to stare at my new beautiful crotch.
After a week or so, the bleeding subsided and the swelling began to lessen. However, there came a whole new set of problems. It seemed that the top ball of the jewelry had begun to sink into my skin and I was scared of rejection. I immediately went in to see my piercer and get an opinion. He suggested finding non-binding underwear, or to not wear any at all. If that didn't work, then I was to come in and we would work on getting me fitted for some different jewelry. Of course I started not wearing any underwear, and that option proved itself to be the best one.
I still have my beautiful christina, and everyday has been a task. It has taken a very long time to heal, and I've had to let myself air out for days on end. However, it has proven to be worth more to me emotionally than anything else I've had pierced. It has become my happiness when I feel bad about myself. I know that I would never trade in the pain or problems, and would do it again in a heartbeat. My christina is my new found sexuality, my new found sexiness.