At A Glance
Author	Miss Gimpy Onehook
Contact	str8.2.video@gmail.com
When	It just happened
Artist	Chaos Productions
Location	Hazel Park, MI

I have been wanting to do something like this for a long time. Every video I've seen is beautiful. Every experience I've read has pumped me up.

I first saw it done in person at the iRock with the Asylum Angels. I was quickly and on-the-spot recruited to join in on the pull. I jumped at the opportunity. As the time drew nearer, my friend, Josh, talked me out of it, due to some previous panic attack episodes associated with piercings. He didn't know how I'd handle it and encouraged me to put it off until I could do it privately, just in case something went wrong. After all, this was a -performance- and laying on the ground, twitching and crying, isn't exactly HARDxCORE. Hah. So I turned down the offer.

I watched two of the Asylum Angels pull and ached the whole time. Literally ached to do it. I could hardly watch out of jealousy that "I couldn't do it". That I might not be able to handle it. The challenge now viciously presented itself to me.

I watched Josh do the 4-hook suicide suspension, next. It was amazing. I was so proud and have never seen him happier then when they took him off the rigging. He was euphoric about it and was on a high for the next week, just about. The ache grew worse.

Josh and I kept in contact with the guys who were doing the suspensions/pulls so that I could set something up later with them. I finally got that set up 06/09/07.

It was my first pull, so I was a bit nervous the whole day leading up to it. I was mostly scared about the piercings. They seemed pretty intense, not to mention I'm -always- nervous before any piercing. They clean up my back really well, first. Then they pinch sections of skin on my back and pull on them, having me judge which placement is the most comfortable. Higher up, lower, more toward the middle, etc. I vouched for the standard placement, considering it was the most comfortable for me.

I was now ready to pierce.

I lied down on the floor with my arms at my sides. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had no idea what to expect, although I have heard it's not that bad. Josh was going to be my moral support, but ended up doing one of the piercings, which was way cooler for me. Deep breath in... and out... Deep breath in... and out- and the needles went through smoothly. Not so bad at all! Although I did do some carpet clenching. Hah.

I stood up and could feel them hanging from my skin. It was such a new feeling and was super amusing to me to spin back and forth feeling them dangle from me. I had now gotten through the hard part and I couldn't wait to get on with it. Josh lies down and gets pierced before I can say boo. We head outside into Steve's backyard to start the pull.

For photographic purposes(my friend Chris Asadian was taking pictures), Steve and Nizzle(the piercers/hookers *sorry bad pun* :P) vouched to use a chain between us to go between the cord attached directly to the hooks. They put the chain on and I slowly let it fall. It was much heavier than I anticipated, but I figured I'd be okay. It broke me into the hooks much quicker that way. Josh and I pulled a little bit, let up. Pulled a little bit, let up. I was beginning to think that I couldn't do it or I was crazy. It was a pinching pain, but nothing I couldn't handle. Everyone started worrying about the chain and whether or not I could handle it. It was frustrating me that they thought I couldn't do it, which just spurred me on. The chain would definitely stay, now.

And then before I knew it, we were pulling. We were pulling hard. I held onto Nizzle's hands to anchor me down against Josh's pulling. It hurt a bit, but I pushed through it. I could do this. It was just pain. Nothing I can't handle. And it wasn't too intense. I knew that if I just pushed through it, I could get to the part where pain was no factor. I began to slide back with Josh's ever-increasing force and that's when it hit me. All the adrenaline of it. I wasn't going to let him pull me back! No way! I suddenly had Nizzle and Brian(another guy pulling that day) on my arms and Steve and Chris(his girlfriend) pulling on Josh's arms. It quickly became a human tug-o-war which I was determined to not lose. There was still a little bit of pain, but it didn't matter anymore. I was having fun despite it. It was to that point where it didn't affect me. It became a blur. Me pulling alone with him, gripping onto a tree, ripping bark off, pulling and pulling. And I was pulling him. I was winning! I pulled and I pulled and I pulled and suddenly-

I went flying! The chain flew away and I stumbled forward. I looked back to see what could have possibly gone wrong when everyone starts laughing and brings my attention to the hook now dangling from a cord on my back. My hooks were bent to hell and one had completely slipped out. I couldn't have been more proud! I was congratulated by everyone around for the amazing pull. No one expected me to pull so hard my first time. "You bent them -together-". I was kinda sad, though, considering that meant the end of the pull and I wasn't ready to stop by any means. Haha.

Healing-wise... Josh and I kept our hooks in for the evening to show off around town and just because we weren't quite ready to take them out. Taking the remaining hook out wasn't too bad, considering I stood under warm water in the shower before even attempting removal. I was really sore all night, though. I felt like I had been beat in the back for many hours. I couldn't really move my arms a whole lot, because of the tension. Josh pushed the major air out of the holes. I STILL have "rice crispies" in my back, though. I love having people press on them. They get a lot of enjoyment out of it.

I'm healing quite well and the soreness has gone down drastically. Now they just need to heal up so I can plan my next event. :)

It wasn't this super euphoric thing for me, afterwards. Apparently, talking to Josh, it didn't even compare to the feelings you get from a suspension. But regardless, it was just fun! I couldn't believe that I did something like that. I couldn't believe the strength that came from the adrenaline. I didn't think I had anything like that in me. It was something very important to me. To prove to myself that I COULD DO THIS. That I could handle it and I could have fun doing it. I am super proud. I couldn't have had a better experience.

Not everyone accepts it, really, though. My parents were not pleased in the slightest for many reasons. Maybe if they'll listen to my side of the story.... We'll see. Can't win em all, I guess. It just bothers me that I don't have their support, but just their absolute and total disapproval.

4 hook suicide suspension soon? I think so. :)

And that is the story of how I became Miss Gimpy Onehook.