Like most people who get piercings or tattoos, I just couldn't get enough. I was always trying to come up with the next idea to further my body modification. When I turned eighteen I decided to pierce the conches of my ears. I had seen one other person with this piercing, so of course I thought it was fairly uncommon. So with this in mind I decided to go to the only place I could trust in the small Texas town I lived in. As soon as I entered the door to the shop the common feelings began. The stomach turn, the sweaty palms, the urine running down my leg...well maybe not that last part. After the paperwork and the payment was over(the most painful part) I found myself seated in what felt like a chair of death. The piercing itself was not that bad and the guy doing seemed to know what he was doing, however the healing process was a biatch.In time though, they did heal.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A year ago Studio psycho clown Location fort worth, texas Years later I found myself an apprentice at the very same shop. It was then that I began my quest to stand out from the sheep known as customers. The idea was brought up to dermal punch my piercings to a two gauge. So, we decided to do one ear at a time. The process began with the crunching sound of a sharp instrument passing through my cartilage. The next step was soaking up a lot of blood pouring out of my body. Then the rest of the night there I was holding a blood soaked paper towel to my throbbing ear.
The next day my experience did not get more pleasant. When I arrived at work, my piercer decided that the best idea for me would be to pull out my jewelry and give my ear a good cleaning. "It's cartilage, it holds it's shape. The jewelry should go right back in." He assured me. Out came the jewelry and out came the Q-tips. After my ear had gotten the royal treatment, the time had come for the jewelry to be reinserted. This was when I realized my piercer was an idiot and when panic set in. The jewelry did not just go back in and I was not looking for to it being popped back in. As he began to put pressure against the plug i felt that my ear was not giving easily. The warmth took over my ear and the blood flow began. The plug popped into to place and relief washed over me like a wave. I began breathing again and could feel the sweat collecting under my shirt. Somehow though I made it through alive.
Next came the healing process which was trying to say the least. On the first morning I made the mistake of the morning turn. Everyone has done it....not thinking and turning your jewelry without cleaning it first. Amazingly little pieces of dried up blood and plasma can go from tiny little specks, to feeling like huge shards of broken glass being rubbed into the open wound that was once my ear. I did not make that mistake again. As time went on and the weeks flew by, I learned how to lay, talk on the phone, and generally live with my ear all over again.
Months later my dermal punch finally healed after many jewelry changes and a lot of anti-bacterial soap. Around this time I noticed that the stock in Q-tip went drastically up. It could have been because of a successful add campaign that led to a higher demand for the cotton swab that is america's top seller. I believe that it had to do with me using so damn many of them to cleaning this gaping wound that i had decided to inflict upon myself. The piercing got a lot of attention and i reveled in it. I then began to realize that I had done the piercing for all the wrong reasons. As time went on the piercing began to represent the things i didn't like in people. The need for attention, the need to fit in, the need for other people to envy you. I realized that I was happier just being myself. That is when I took out my piercings and to this day do not wear any jewelry in them.
I never made it to the second ear. Somehow the nightmare of the first ear never really seemed to leave me and to this day. I no longer work in the industry. I'm now a free lance puppeteer for hire. Okay that last bit was a lie, but hey dreams can come true. Anyways back to the subject, I never made to that second dreaded ear. Maybe I'm just a sissy or maybe i realized that piercings were not for me. I still continue to get tattoos, but piercings are a distant past for me.