Just as I do at the beginning of every experience I write, I'll say I've been into body modification for years and will continue to be for many more. I have had numerous things done to me, numerous piercings removed, and I've learned a lot. I learned one more thing tonight.
At A Glance Author Sarah Contact Sarah@bme.anon IAM SadisticSarah When It just happened Artist Rev. Shawn Lower Studio Evolved Location Columbus, OH I had been itching to get my triangle pierced for a couple months. I didn't trust my local piercer to do it, since it's a more complicated piercing and a lot more things can go wrong with it. So I headed down into Columbus to see if I could get it done.
The first couple times I drove up to Evolved were both days I had to work. I couldn't find a parking space once, and the other time they were closed. I had the day off, so I drove up once more, making sure to call ahead to be sure someone with the appropriate knowledge would be there. They told me Shawn could do it, and would be in around 7. Okay!
I parked a couple blocks away at Wendy's so I could grab something to drink, then started walking up the street. I got there at about 7:30 and they told me he had gotten stuck in traffic, but should be there shortly. So I looked through the jewelry, the flash, and finally gave up and had a seat on the couch.
I was getting more nervous as time went by, and after probably ten minutes he showed up. He got a few things situated and they told him I was there for him to pierce me. He came over and asked what I wanted, made sure I knew that not everyone was suited for the piercing, then told me he was going to put the jewelry in the autoclave and it'd be out in about eight minutes.
Ten minutes or so later, I was up and looking at flash, halfway to pacing. They had me fill out my paperwork, and I shakily wrote my name. Then he came and got me.
We headed back to the piercing room and I just sat on the table while he organized a few things, got out the jewelry, sterile, sterile, sterile. He changed gloves a few times in under a few minutes. Very clean. He told me, VERY politely to get undressed however I preferred. I took off my shoes, dropped my shorts and undies, then sat on the sterile paper blood catchers on the table.
He told me to just lay back and relax for a minute. He moved around his little wheelie workstation and told me to place one leg on each side of the table. Okay, no problem.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes he examined, poked, prodded, clamped, un-clamped, squeezed, and eyeballed. Shawn said I should be able to have it. He was sooo meticulous about getting the placement perfect and I deeply appreciated the care he put into his work.
I tried to make small talk while he was deciding how to pierce me. How long had he been piercing? 6 years. How many triangles had he performed in those 6 years? 4. That's right. Four. I kind of ran out of questions so I just lay there, anticipation building.
I watched him bend the needle, and then he told me to breathe. Freehand it was. He had told me it'd be coming on the second exhale, and try to move my legs as little as possible. Okay.
Breathe in... breathe out... Breathe in... And oh my god. "Ahhhh! FUCK!" All I felt was excruciating pain shoot through my crotch. I twisted and brought one leg up onto the table. I began sweating immediately. I just wanted it to be over. He told me to breathe again. WHAT?! I had moved too much, so he had stopped halfway. I apologized, and breathed again. The needle went through the rest of the way and it was no better on this half. I moaned horribly, much like a slowly dying animal might. I believe my exact words were, "Sounds like a horrible orgasm." The only way to describe it would be a needle being shoved underneath your clit. It's a horrible feeling, and I'm sure there's no other way to experience that feeling other than to have it pierced.
My legs twitched, I held on to nothing. My eyes didn't water, but my face was covered in cold sweat. I just lay there for a few minutes and he let me recuperate. He did ask a few times if I was okay, and I was. It just hurt extremely bad. I apologized again for moving so much, and he said it was okay.
Next came jewelry insertion. Oh my. I could feel him moving the needle and positioning the circular barbell he planned on using. The first millimeter or so was fine. After that it hurt more and more. My legs tensed, my ass raised a little, and I just kept saying "Ow!" He told me to breathe and it was almost a joke to me. I can only imagine what other customers were thinking if they heard me through the wall.
I lay there and try to calm down. I slowly stopped sweating, and the pain subsided. I didn't feel anything anymore. I kind of just laughed and said it wasn't what I had expected.
He started fiddling with the circular and I just took it. It only felt like a pinch here and there. Shawn looked up at me and told me that the ring was pretty much buried, and my bits were already trying to push the ring out. Not good news. He grabbed the ring openers and tried to readjust the circular. It wasn't going to happen.
I felt a little sharp pain, then he came up closer to my face and told me that my body wasn't going to let it sit right. If he used a bigger diameter, it would twist. If he left it, in 2 weeks it would begin to migrate out. Which would be straight out through my clit. Nerve damage was bound to occur. This was perhaps the worst news I could have received.
He apologized more than once and said he couldn't allow himself to let me leave in that situation. He felt bad, and so did I. But I knew he was right. I might have left it in longer than was safe, telling myself it would be healing. Then one day I'd just lose sensation and that'd be the end of it.
He'll never know how much I appreciated that honesty. I went in knowing that it might not work. It just took piercing it to fully realize it.
I cannot imagine how many piercers would've cleaned me up and let me walk out the door, money in hand, knowing that it might cause a shitload of damage down the road.
I got dressed and he apologized again. I thanked him for being honest. We both went up front and he said he'd write me up a receipt and my next piercing would be free, whatever it may be. I figured he was gonna charge me for the work he did. Instead he gave me a slip with his name on it that said I could come in any time and get a piercing for free, including jewelry. I didn't owe him a dime.
I drove home in low spirits. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry or not. Was it worth it? It certainly sucked going through such pain only to have it removed. It sucked waiting to get it for so long and then not being able to have it long term.
On the ride home I thought about it more and more. He was absolutely right about the situation. He was honest and open about not trusting his own work. Unless he reads this, he'll never truly know how much I appreciated his honesty and generosity.
In a way, it just goes to show you that not everyone is suited for a triangle piercing, and sometimes it takes piercing it to find that out.
Thank you Shawn! I'll be back in to see you sometime soon. Our first meeting wasn't so great, but hopefully the second one will be a success!
If you want something done, head down to Evolved. I didn't really get to meet anyone but Shawn, but just from him, I can tell you that the staff is awesome and he's a hell of a piercer.
Thanks for trying! Moreso thanks for being honest.