I'm all for piercings, yet, I only have two right now, but I have had somewhere around... 15 or so. Me and a friend were in Grand Bend, Ontario for a week, and my father had just rambled on about how, if I were to get a tattoo or a piercing, he would kick me out of the house and never let me back in. (He hasn't seen any of mine, they were hidden well, or very temporary)
At A Glance Author Aeriq Contact Aeriq@bme.anon When A month ago Location Grand Bend, Ontario
So, the first thing I did was walk to the piercing parlor to get my web done. I brought my friend along, whom only had pierced his own nipple once before. He was terrified.. As soon as the place came into sight, he would start panicking and would say he didn't want to do it anymore. We decided to walk back to the cabin, but I stalled, and said I was hungry, so we went to subway. there I convinced him to give it another shot. Just try.
We began to walk back and to my amazement he panicked.. once again. But this time I just asked him to walk into the store, and that we wouldn't have to ask any questions. as soon as we got in there, someone asked, "Can I help you with something?" and I blurted out "We each need our webs pierced". The look of shock and betrayal on his face was priceless, as I sarcastically admitted "that wasn't a question". He didn't want to look like a bitch and back out (the girl at the counter was VERY attractive).
We went to the back where we had to rise with mouth wash and such. Fairly clean place. The guy that pierced our webs was, so cool. I loved the guy. He had piercings all over. Anyway. When he said "Who wants to go first" I blurted out "He will". Again... The look of shock and betrayal, was priceless. I only mainly did that so after he saw me get it pierced, he wouldn't bitch out.
A scissor like clamp grabbed on to my friends webbing (after about three minutes of confusion, he couldn't get his web to stick out.) The curved needle went into his mouth but didn't pierce anything, as I seen him reach out his hand for me to hold it. So, I did. It went through easily as I watched and laughed.
Getting the barbell in was the painful part. He would pull on the clamps, which feels like hes ripping out your tongue. It hurt way more than the piercing itself. Once he got his barbell in, he said, "it doesn't even hurt anymore."
My turn. I wash my mouth out, getting all the stuff out for me as if it belonged to me, as the piercer turns toward me, laughs and says, "He knows what hes doing." I sit and he puts the new sterile clamp on in a matter of seconds. He gets the needle in quickly and it was only a little pinch.
Here's where it sucked for me. The piercer said "OOPS".
One word you never want to hear when getting something pierced. "I'm going to have to re-pierce that." So he did, again, only a little pinch. The tugging on the clamps sucked. I got the barbell in and mine was bleeding, because of the first mistake.
He takes us through how to take care of it and we were on our way. For the next few days, when anything but air entered our mouth, we would go wash it out right away. Which quickened up the healing process. At first it was a bit awkward eating food, but we ate mostly soft foods for the first day or so, watermelon was our favorite. Hiding the piercing was easy, as it is under the tongue.
I had a very small lisp for a little while. It sounds like my voice when I have a guitar pick in my mouth. Sometimes I push my tongue down hard while my fathers in the room, and it sounds like I have a pick in my mouth so he tells me to take it out. Girls like it too, it may seem pointless, but when making out, if they know its there, they try to play with it and it: a.) feels good, and b.) keeps them entertained for a while. its a fun piercing to have, I recommend it! A month later, I don't even notice it and when I do, I have fun playing with it and such. the only problem is, the balls on the barbell, are covered in white blood cells. they are still convinced that its an evil virus, and still haven't realized they can not kill it. I don't regret the piercing at all, and neither does my friend, we both love it!