So, I never thought I would get a genital piercing. I'd seen them and think that those people were crazy. Why in the world did someone want a piece of metal dangling from their girly bits? Shortly after I got married we picked up and moved 1500 miles from our small town to the big city. It was here that I found the BDSM lifestyle. It's a community/network where adults are allowed to engage in adult activities without scrutiny from the outside world. But more importantly for me, within the lifestyle I also found strong, confident women of size. These women's bodies had all the rolls and stretch marks and dimples that mine did, but they were sexy and sensual and beautiful, not in spite of their bodies, but because of them. Finding this new world changed my outlook on everything, especially how I viewed myself. I discovered my sexuality and embraced it. I allowed myself to feel beautiful and sexy, because dammit!! I am. What better way to celebrate that discovery than shiny new pieces of metal dangling from my girly bits?
At A Glance Author Tuesday Belle Contact Tuesday Belle@bme.anon When A year ago Artist Lovely Linda Studio Friend's House Location Washington, USA I had some friends that had a playspace where we would regularly throw BDSM parties. For this article I will call them P and K. Sometimes they would have a piercer come to the party and she would set up shop for the night and do real piercings or play piercings for us. I figured I could get it done there. I trusted Linda (the piercer) I'd seen her work, it always looked nice, and she was very clean.
**You should probably go to a professional shop to get piercings done. Linda used to work in a shop, at the time she did not. Knowing that, I trusted that if she felt that the risk of what she was doing was too high, she would not be doing it. Basically she had a portable shop, sanitized surfaces, new needles and clean clamps for everyone, clean jewelry, a million glove changes, etc..**
So, we show up fashionably late, as always. The party is in full swing about 20 or so people (It's a small space). The music's up, people are chatting, people are getting pierced, everyone is having a good time. Linda asked me if I was ready, and I said "Sure, now's as good a time as any." So I hopped up on the table, she cleansed the area with an alcohol swab. Then she placed the marks, had me check them, I thought they looked good, so it was time. She had me breathe in as she placed the clamps. Oh My Gosh!!! It was the most painful thing I'd ever encountered! I'd had a botched genital piercing job a while before this. I won't go into details, but let's just say it was a painful, bloody mess that left me mentally scarred. Also, it was very loud and with all the people I couldn't focus. I panicked. I felt bad, but I had to make her stop. I couldn't do it that night. She said if I wanted she could meet me at P and K's sometime next week and we could do it without all the distraction. I was skeptical, but I agreed.
Flash forward to the following week. I got there a little before Linda so P and I sat on the porch smoking while we waited. I was somewhat secretly hoping she wouldn't show up so I wouldn't have to do it, but of course she was right on time. We had another smoke and made small talk. We agreed to do it in the bedroom where I would be most comfortable.
So we went inside and took off my shoes and dropped my panties while she set up. She laid out an absorbent pad on the bed, had me climb up there, (the bed was about 3 1/2 feet tall). I laid on my back and lift my skirt. I was scared to death, I had to do it this time, she made this trip just so she could pierce me. She cleansed the area with an alcohol pad and placed the marks. The right one is about 1/4 of an inch higher than the left, so that they wouldn't directly rub up against each other and get irritated. She put the clamp on and told me to breathe....and I said "No! No! I can't do it!!" and She said "Yes! You can! I know how much you want these. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't really WANT to do it. Now, just breathe".....I bit down on the towel she'd given me, I felt the sting as the needle slid through, the burn as she undid the clamps, then a 'click' as the ball on the CBR slid into place. She said " There ya go, the first one's in." I sat up and she handed me the mirror. She said "How do you feel?" I felt great, I felt better than great! I had done it, and I had never felt more alive!! "Ready for the next one?" she said. So we did the left side and it went just like the other side. She handed me the mirror and propped me up with some pillows so I could see them better. They were so pretty I could hardly stand it.
You see, I have a skin condition where I get very large boils on the backs of my thighs and they leave dime sized scars. Coupled with deep stretch marks and an unusually hairy butt. My neather regions are not very pretty. Actually, it's something that until recently I have been VERY embarrassed about. But these two shiny, beautiful pieces of steel made it all better. They reaffirmed I too was sexy.
We called P and K in and they told me how hot they looked, and made a few cracks about me having balls of steel. I carefully put my underwear back on and Linda cleaned up. P made us all smoothies and we sat around and talked for a while then I went home. Healing was pretty uneventful, I did salt soaks as often as they needed it, mainly to calm the itching that comes with a healing wound. Peeing kinda stung, but I found that if I poured cool water down my mound while I was peeing the surface tension of the water pulled it down onto my labia before it broke free, thereby diluting it before it had a chance to sting.
I've had them for a year and a half now with no problems. I did find that now I cannot go without underwear otherwise they twist and pinch on the seam of my pants. Other than that I almost forget they're there. I'm so glad I went through with it. Not only are they beautiful, but they remind me that I too am beautiful. It's funny that something so small can make such an impact on how you feel about yourself. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you are not as beautiful as you feel because you are overweight, or have freckles, or have a funny mole, or choose to be modified, or whatever. We are all beautiful BECAUSE we all look different, that's what makes us individuals. And hey, if someone starts talking smack it's probably because they are just jealous of your confidence;)