I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 18.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A week ago Artist David & Quille Studio Absolution Location Christchurch, New Zealand I've been a very good girl all my life . . . until then! I got my belly done . . . then my tongue . . then my belly button again . . and ears again . . . all of which just about killed my poor ma when she found out. Which I know sounds lame, given that you're looking up genital piercings – oooh, tongue and bellybutton . . . but it was a BIG DEAL!
Still, when I got married three years ago, I'd only just managed to convince my husband it was a cool thing to do but before you know it, he's in there getting stuck too – however I didn't realize I'd created a monster! He was suddenly very keen for me to get my nipple done and eventually I succumbed (ouch! But that's another story.) but I got pregnant only a couple of months later and since I definitely wanted to breastfeed, I took it out.
Fast forward 10 months and here we are on the other side of childbirth when I realize two things. 1. After pushing out that child with no pain relief, I know I can do anything and 2. I'm feeling much less sexy these days! Cue a good firm push from my husband and another couple we know . . . there was a lot of stalling and "nooooo!" but in the end we all made an "I will if you will" pact. The boys went and got a PA (the other guy) and apadravya (my boy) which left us girls to go get VCH's the next day.
The VCH was fine. It hurt, but no where near like my nipple so it was really a bit of a relief. The other chick was less enchanted by the whole experience (although her results have been more spectacular than mine, so there you go.) The only problem was that over the next week, I wasn't really happy with the way it looked just hanging there plus I realized I didn't really like being the same as her . . . I'm a closet individual! And then I looked around and discovered every girl and her dog has one and it was sealed - I was officially unhappy!
I had a wee bit of a look around here and discovered the triangle. I don't know how I missed it on my first time investigations, but I did. Now, though, it looked like a good option and one that I could imagine would look fairly cool too. And like all good decisions, that was it! No more thinking. As the goddess Nike says . . . just do it.
And I did!
I mislead my husband into thinking I wasn't going to do it, and then, leaving our baby with my mom, I headed into town to Absolution. I asked a few choice questions (like you're sposed to: how many do you do, are you confident, are they easy to screw up!) and biting my lip nervously said "Right then, lets do it!"
They explained how it was more painful than the VCH, and how there'd be a lot more poking around (and not to assume they were perverts!) and how they'd both be present. I asked for a bananabell (I hate CBR's!) and with all that decided and talked out, crunch time arrived.
Can I take the time to point out that I really am a very good girl. There's only been one guy (and a midwife or two!) down there and for me to strip for the blokes for the second time in a week? It was a big deal! So if you're like me and it makes you nervous . . . you can do it!! Just take a deep breath and make like you couldn't care less!
After a preliminary poke, it was confirmed I was more than suited to it (which I think is good – although it would suggest to be I am flappy! Is that good??) and so, the point of no return came and went.
They do them freehand at Absolution and frankly I felt good about that (seeing as how I'd read a few too many "whoops, we clamped your clit!" stories) but it meant that they would both be holding – one each side. They dotted me and tried to check with me that it was alright – I didn't want to know, "Just do it!" I said –got prepared, and "Big breath in . . breath out . . " - yikes! Although still not as bad as I had prepared for! The worst was exiting the other side, but all in all, quite manageable. The guys were even complimentary of my composedness!! Of course putting the barbell in was sore too and the slight twist putting on the ball at the end is never pleasant but yippee! It was done.
With that, I merrily jumped off the table (that's how not sore it was!) and paid up and left with a grin and a wave to go home to my unsuspecting hubby. Needless to say . . . his jaw hit the floor when i walked past and casually threw in my wee afternoons activities - very worth it!
And I gotta say here - Absolution is great!! I look like an average boring lass, and was horribly nervous and pathetic, but these guys treat you like mates and somehow always make me like them more each time i see 'em! Brilliant.
Since then (its four days old now) its bled quite a bit more than the hood, and tends to still be feeling a bit pinchy but overall is fine. I'm just doing salt soaks (and thanks to whomever suggested keeping a squirt bottle in the toilet, it's a great idea!) and it seems to be doing fine.
Haven't had a rollicking great time just by it being there, but it is . . . certainly a fun addition (for some reason, esp whilst driving around!) and its a nice thought knowing its there, just for my husband (who, incidentally is going mad from lack of sex.)
SO. Much like most of the other people who write these things, I would say to those who's interest is piqued . . go for it, if its what you really want! Don't let inhibitions stop you and you really will feel much better having overcome them. And ALWAYS go to people you really trust.