I've been wanting this piercing for quite a while now, but things kept getting in my way. Now, I don't consider myself "hardcore", but I'm very rarely nervous about getting pierced these days because I've had it happen in enough areas to know what to expect. I have to admit, I was absolutely terrified about getting this piercing, though. Still, I managed to drive myself to the studio without turning around and chickening out.
At A Glance Author linda Contact linda@bme.anon When A week ago Artist John Gomes Studio Precious Slut II Location Las Vegas, Nevada, USA I've checked out PSII numerous times and have discussed my nape surface project with John before, but I had not made an appointment to get my triangle pierced, nor had I ever been pierced by John. I was confident in John's abilities because his outstanding portfolio and background with Steve Haworth. I might as well say this now: Precious Slut II is a damn comfortable studio. It's very clean, well-lit, stylish and has a wide selection of jewelry. Also, the artists and employees are very kind and not cliquey at all, which is extremely important when one looks to getting pierced as a means of quieting one's mind. Okay, enough with the gushing of praise and onto the gushing of blood.
Despite not having an appointment and it being a Saturday evening, John was more than happy to pierce me and offered to let me to watch him do a surface project on a girl's chest, which really calmed my nerves. By the time my turn had come, all my jitters had been soothed and I was extremely happy to be getting pierced. We went over the procedure in great detail, and I dropped trow without feeling the slightest bit embarrassed. He double checked that I was anatomically correct and blah blah blah, I'll skip past the choosing of the jewelry (14g circular BB with a third bead in the center), bragging about not being a bleeder and get right to THE CLAMPS.
Oh god, people were not joking about The Clamps hurting. Yes, they need capitalization. John had modified a pair of septum clamps, so the time spent adjusting and making sure none of the wrong bits slipped out was greatly reduced, but oh my, that hurt. It wasn't the dull, tugging, throbbing pain I had been expecting, it was a sharp, constricting pain. He kept tightening and tightening until I thought I was going to pass out, but the endorphins finally kicked in so I steadied my breathing and counted the dots on the ceiling. It's amazing how quickly my body reacted and allowed me to cope.
John did one more check to make sure my clitoral shaft was clamped up and away from the needle and I felt him line up the needle, and count to 3, yet I was totally unprepared to deal with the pain. Usually, I can get through the worst of a piercing with a little whimper, but this one was ...wow. I let out a blood-curdling, porno style scream. It was sharp. It burned. It was INTENSE. I'll just leave it at this: It was painful. Please note, however, that it was over before I knew it had happened; the piercing only took one push of the needle despite it going through 3 different layers of flesh. John left the needle in while he retrieved and prepared the jewelry, which was not any more uncomfortable than any other piercing.
I don't know why, but the pain and my reaction struck me as ridiculous, so I got the giggles until the jewelry was inserted, which was another slice of pain. Don't worry, it's a small slice, a slice one would eat if one was on a diet. Afterwards, I remember giggling and saying over and over, "Wow....haha. Painful. Oh man. Pain...". Again, the pain quickly subsided.
So, as I mentioned previously, I was bragging to John how I am not a bleeder. Needless to say, it was proven to me that my blood is not, in fact, Jell-O. I had to lie in that chair for a good 3 minutes while John tried to make me clot up. The moment I stood up, blood was running down my legs and spilling onto my shoes and the floor. Of course, my endorphin-addled mind found this to be extremely funny so I got the giggles again and had to place a balled up paper towel between my thighs in order to walk pigeon toed to my jeans and undies without leaving a trail of blood.
John and I went over the aftercare while he smoked a cigarette out back and I left the studio with a huge smile on my face. No, I was not walking like a cowboy. Two hours later, I was at a concert and still walking fine, though admittedly, I was a little hesitant to wear tight pants or cross my legs and completely exhausted from the adrenaline/endorphin rush.
The first night, I sprayed a bit of H2Ocean on and around the piercing and carefully wiped up the excess. The next morning's pain was akin to a night of rough sex with a clit-happy lover. I washed the area with Provon, let hot water run over it for a good 2 minutes and sprayed it down with H2Ocean after I dried off. I wore a panty liner all day just in case I bled, but it was limited to just a bit of spotting.
It has now been 5 days and the bleeding has ceased completely. I am very much aware of its presence and it's a little pinch-y feeling, but I think that's because my VCH barbell ball is getting in the way. Though I'm still hesitant to wear tight pants, cross my legs or do anything too strenuous, I can already tell this piercing is going to be a blast. The pain, while very intense, is completely worth it. If you are reading this experience with the intent of getting a triangle piercing, then by all means, go for it and don't let the pain intimidate you.