I didn't learn that you could pierce your tongue until about three years ago when my brother came home and stuck out his tongue. I was so shocked that at first I didn't say anything, I just sat there wondering " What in the world did he do to his self?" My mom freaked out and I actually think that she was disappointed in him. ( A little background, my brother is one of those types that if his friends jumped off a bridge, then he would too)Ever since then, when he would come over, I would constantly ask him, "Stick out your tongue" because it facinated me. It didn't occur to me that three years later I would also have mine pierced.
At A Glance Author Samantha Contact Samantha@bme.anon When A month ago Artist Brandon Studio Southern Boys Tattoos Location Houston, Tx. Three Years Later:
I debated for awhile because the healing process seemed like a lot of pain and I wasn't sure that I wanted to go through with it until one day I learned that my aunt who was 49 years old, had gotten her tongue pierced. And I thought, well if she could do it, then so can I. So I made up my mind.
One Month Later:
I had made up my mind about the tongue piercing, but I kind of chickened out and decided to have my nose and eyebrow pierced instead. So I picked the studio, went in and filled out the paperwork. I went back, sat in the dentist's chair and he made the marking's. My nose was pierced first and then my eyebrow. (So if anyone reading this is also considering a nose piercing or an eyebrow piercing, go for it, the pain is minimal and not even worth talking about.)
Two months later:
I had the money, I selected the place, and I had a ride, so it was time to go through with it. No more putting it off until some other time.
So, with my sister in tow for moral support (we supported each other since she was also getting her tongue pierced-as well as her labret) we walked in and filled out the papers. After paying and having our license photo copied, the piercer took us both back.
I went first because I was afraid that if I saw her being pierced, I would freak out and bolt. I sat down in a little stool that you see in the doctor's office (you know, the one that spins) and waited while he got everything out and ready. He didn't mark it or anything he just grabbed the clamps and shoved the needle through. It hurt. Bad. Out of all of my piercings (my nose, eyebrow, eight helix and four lobe- even my ear piercings done with a gun) the tongue hurt the worst. And to top it all off, it wouldn't quit bleeding. I finally got it stop after two minutes and was relieved that it was finally over. (Relieved that I didn't bleed to death) That's when I noticed a small problem, my tongue piercing wasn't exactly center. So being the perfectionist that I am, I was very disappointed. Pointing this out to the piercer, he said, "Well, I can remove it now and repierce it in a few days." And even though he messed up, he wanted me to pay him to repierce (half the price of nor mal piercing) and I said "No." My sister then, being the quick thinker that she is said, "Will you pierce her labret for half the price instead of repiercing her tongue?" (Don't think that I did it as a spur of the moment because my sister knew that I really wanted my labret pierced as well, but that I had decided that I was going to wait) At this, he said yes and I preceeded to fill out all the paperwork and such. I went back and he pierced my labret.
After Piercing:
I finally came to terms with the not so quite center piercing and I learned to accept it. (Truth is I wouldn't remove it for anything now)I got made fun of a lot because I sounded like Daffy Duck and for the first few days, my words were inaudible. So I finally learned to shut up. Anyways, my tongue swelled and hurt and was basically a nuisance. I gargles salt water and half Listerine and half water and I was okay. I still talked funny, but at least it didn't hurt. I couldn't eat hardly anything other than soup, so I basically just drunk a lot of fluids and made myself think "It wont be long until you can eat REAL food" and believe it or not, it worked (and in the process I learned to appreciate food)
Moral of the Story:
If you want it, go for it. Don't let others opinions or the pain of it discourage you, because in the end, it was all worth it and I would do it all over again.