So if I can remember correctly, my mother used to say that I could not get my ears pierced until I was sixteen. That seemed like forever for me, so at the ripe age of 11, I began to find ways around that. I got my neighbors to go with me, and we called it a birthday present, and I can't say 'no' to that! So all that trouble and I stop wearing them for years, and the holes practically closed up on me. The next thing I knew, I was searching on the Internet for something I have never seen on anyone to pierce. As we all know, BME is our saving grace, and it told me everything I need and wouldn't ever need to know about piercing. This "ezine" and a spark of interest created by my hallmate and close friend in college was where it all started.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon Artist Brady Studio Ancient Art Location Blacksburg, Va After looking around for a long time, and putting thought into various ideas for my first piercing, I came upon the daith. Talk about love at first sight, wow, I was ready to go down to Ancient Art right then and there! The picture that struck me was a girl who chose a barbell for the jewelry. That would work perfect for me, not likely to get hit or messed with, and it is not noticeable directly.
My mind was set, and off my friend, Hayley and I went to Ancient Art Tattoo. It was the middle of the day, because the traffic in the shop was usually lighter. We walked over there, and as we were headed there, Hayley decided to get it too. So we got to the shop, and it was very different from what I expected. I guess I was just stereotyping what a tattoo shop might look like. So she asked if Brady was in, and the lady at the desk, Mary, said he would be in at five. We got to talk briefly to the other piercer, and mentioned what we intended on getting. I could feel my blood pressure skyrocket when he said the pierce was a nine out of ten on the scale of pain . . . ahhhhh!
They expected me to go and come back with new information like that?! Ha! Well, on the way back, Hayley told me that he was just kidding around, and that I should never take him seriously. I went to eat dinner at the closest cafeteria to bring my blood pressure back down, and keep it there for when the needle was to actually go through me.
Once we finished the forage for food, it was time to head back, this time with my license, because being my usual self, I forgot that not everyone knew I was really eighteen. I finally got the meet the man behind the ear (Hayley's work of art), not what I expected, but I was focused on the pain, so I really could not say what I expected. He talked to us for a little bit, explained that he had not performed many, and said it was worse for him than us, but he would try it.
We went to "the chair", and I was appointed to go first which was fine with me. He got everything ready, went through the process I am sure everyone is familiar with, but in an impressively, and carefully executed manner. After explaining what was going to happen next, that is when the fear came, but I smacked it back down, and took some very deep breaths, and before I knew it, the needle was in and corked.
Wow, no pain there, it was great, from that pain-free moment on, I knew I was going to really get into holes being poked in me, thanks Brady. Now it took a little longer to put the jewelry in (being that it is such an odd angle, and it had been so long since he had last done one), and I had no problem with that. I ended up liking the captive bead ring, and opted not to get the barbell. I walked home that day, ready to turn around and ask for more, but I chose to refrain from the urge.
It was my first, so it was a pretty big step for me, and I was showing it to everyone on I could, jumping from dorm to dorm. The only thing I was worried about was the trip home I was taking that weekend, and how my parents would react. I hid it at first, but then gave up, and it ended up being a quite acceptance for them. That is probably one of the last things they expected to come from me, so I most likely left them speechless, no matter how they really felt.
I choose the method which I am not sure where it originated from, but I now know it is referred to as the LITHA method (leave it the hell alone). This works most of the time, but one must used this method wisely. My ears can go from perfection one day, to where they happen to be now, extreme anger.
Pretty soon, I got into this, and was ready to pierce whenever the cash came flowing in. Word to the wise, this experience is not a measure of pain if one wishes to be pierced where I was. I ended up getting my other daith done, which is a whole story in itself that I will most likely write soon enough. Let me just say that my first one hurt the least, and this one hurt the worst out of all 8 of mine, that was one unhappy hole, but I love them both, and would do it again anyday.