What I wanted, for that first time, was a release. I didn't bargain for the whole adaptation of a new life-style.
At A Glance Author underthemiddle Contact underthemiddle@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist A___ Studio T_____X Location NYC
Growing up, I played the sweet role, tucked in among the cornfields of western PA. Of course, there was experimentation; that amounted to letting the guy kiss you on the lips and not turning your head... I moved to the city (Pittsburgh) first to find my way without the hand of god (as my father seemed so incorrectly to think was his rightful name) and second to move away from the image that wasn't me. I knew from the time that I was 17 that I wanted something more from my life and my body than average-ness. I had a fascination with tribal rituals, piercings, and inkings. I wanted to go to Samoa and New Zealand simply because of these things. Though I had never pushed my body to any sort of limit, I knew that I wanted to try piercings: I wanted to ask my flesh to do things that aren't necessarily natural, but in some ways become second nature. Admittedly, I was shy about this until I moved to NYC.
In college, on a semi-drunken, semi-dare, I put a staple through my right nipple. The people in the room got quiet at the sight of all that blood. I got quiet at the surge of juice making itself known in my crotch.
What the hell was that, I remember thinking, as I had sobered up relatively fast, what with the rapid change in external and internal atmospheres. And, after the others had left my boyfriend and me alone to clean up the mess (there was the blood, along with several empty bottles and some leftover other things needing disposal), I realized just how damn horny I was and how brave I was... I asked him what he thought of piercings, and I realized whatever his answer was, I had to get someone to pierce me. Someone trustable.
I moved further east and spent some time in NYC. The friend of the friend that I was staying with recommended T_____X after I explained what I wanted and where I wanted it. She tried talking me out of it, only because she feared that I might be rushing into something that I didn't fully understand. Many late nights and long conversations about body modifications later, and I knew I was ready.
T_____X was recommended solely because it was the studio where she had most of her work done (save for a few early self-piercings). She knew that for my first time I would need a safe, clean, open environment; that's exactly what I got.
A quick aside, on what leads to my ultimate piercing: since the staple through the nipple, I've found myself continually seeking out an audience on some level for my satisfaction. I've also gotten heavily into bondage and blood. I wanted a piercing that would incorporate all of this but would keep my "good girl" image intact (what for work purposes and all). I get off on the thought of this metal on my labia that no-one else can see, unless I let them, or even better, unless they tie me up and strip me.
So, off to T_____X to meet with and discuss things with A___. He was open, a little trepidatious, but generally willing to go ahead with the plan. Made an appointment, skipped gleefully back to the apartment situation, and talked non-stop for the next week and half about the bar that I was going to have piercing my two outer lips right below the clit.
Once I had it done, it took the average time to heal and I probably never treated my pussy as well as I did those weeks (and even since, there is a new bond between girl and crotch). There was a certain grounding of my body to my self: I had to pay attention to this newness. In some ways, it was celebratory, like a birth, an unveiling. The boyfriend finds it enticing. I like to walk around knowing that this foreign body is in me for as long as I want it to be. It's a secret, on some levels; on other levels, it is what completes me.
The pain, while intense, led to some fairly mind-blowing orgasms without much need for stimulation, and while I wasn't necessarily after that aspect of it, I'd like to think of it as an extremely good fringe benefit.
Overall, I'd recommend the place and artist to anyone seeking extra-special personal attention. I'm working on some pictures to post soon (somewhere. Email me with requests; I'll send photos or a link to the necessary URL...).
The change in my life-style is another after-effect... Talking to other people with mods, admiring the beauty that is testing the body: I've met some really nice people that otherwise would have gone unnoticed save for this sort of modification bond I feel now. I've one set of friends (a set of lovers) who're this close to getting me to go with them for the next suspension/pull... Everyone said that like a tattoo, once you have one mod, you find yourself craving/desiring/planning more.