I can't even remember where I first saw it. t had to have been awhile ago though. I wanted to get my tongue pierced about two years before I actually did it. Two damn years. The only reason I had to wait so long is because at the time I was underage and my mother said that if I came home with something like that in my mouth she would rip it out. All in all, at the time it was a good reason not to get it done.
At A Glance Author Rachel Contact sanctity-@webtv.net Artist Stacey Studio Pleasure and Pain Location Easton, PA But then rolled around my 18th birthday. The idea had kind of submerged into the back of my mind until then. For some reason it set me off though and I decided to go and get it done. I'm not the kind of person who will say something, decide I want to do it and then sit around and wait for things to fall into place. When I want it, I want it as fast as possible.
The day this all happened was a day I was with one of my friends, Ashley. I had the money, having just gotten paid the day before and made her take me to the studio where all this goes down.
Here's where things start to go not as planned...
They were closed. We drove around, and I sulked, for the rest of the day. There weren't any other places nearby that we knew of. Grudginly I agreed to wait until the next day. What choice did I have?
That day in school I went around and shot off my mouth like you would not believe, this ensured that I had a nice following up to the studio, where I, pussied out and got my eyebrow done instead.
I really felt like an ass.
Fast forward to about a month ago-
I got sick of being afraid, my eyebrow expirience was very good [I posted it on this site about a month ago] and figured, fuck it, no matter what, I'm gonna do it.
And I did, mostly because my friend, Jenn, forced me into it.
Originally we were going to go to the same place I went to for my eyebrow. Unfortunatley tey had burnt down a few weeks before. There was though, another one, owned and maintained by the same people about a half hour away. with Jenn complying to take me up there we were off.
It took awhile for us to find the lace, we got lost a few times, and had to stop and ge tdirections twice. During this I got a massive meal at Wendy's figuring it would be the last time I would be having solid food for awhile.
We found place and went in. I told the guy what I wanted done and showed him my ID. He refused me! Boy was I livid. See, I don't drive, therefore no license. But I do have my permit, given it has been expired, and my social security card, voter's registration and picture ID. He was an ass and still declined. I left in a huff.
There was one other place, downtown, that I knew of. I was always quite weary of it, being in a bad part of town and hearing some horror stories of the people there. We went anyway, just to check it out.
I found that the place was very nice, clean, and professional. I liked the atmosphere and staff, though whenever I go into a tattoo parlor or a piercing studio I get very intimidated. Anyway, I talked to the guy in charge, he said the piercer wouldn't be in until four. I said alright, and agreed to come back. Before I did though, I showed him my ID, asking him if all that I had was sufficiant. He said it was for him, and he would tattoo me if it was up to him, but all in all it was realy up to the piercer. I said okay, with high hopes and went home to wait.
Five o'clock rolls around [Jenn and I fell asleep] and when I woke I called right away. The piercer, Stacey was there. We were off.
I arrive and shakily hand my stuff to the piercer. She looks at my ID and tells my that it's fine. With a sigh of relief I begin to fill out the standard paperwork.
When all the red tape is taken are of she calls me into the room. I ask her if I could take Jenn with me. She agreed and both of us walked in.
First off she had me rinse out my mouth with Listerine. As I was doing that she put on disposable rubber gloves. Then she sat me down at the edge of a table/bed [the kind at a doctor's office] and put a paper towel across my lap and under my chin, in case I drool. Then she began pulling out stuff from the drawers: clamps, a prepackaged needle, prepackaged barbell, skin scribe, and an alcohol pad. She had me stick out my tongue as far as possible and proceeded to dry it with a paper towel, then she cleaned the area with the alcohol pad, marked the exit and entry holes and clamped my tongue. Through all of it she was sweet as sugar and told my everything that was going on as it happened, next came the deep breath--
Wait? Is that it? Damn, that really didn't hurt at all!
I kinda crossed my eyes and tried to look down, she hadn't put the barbell in yet so I had a ver sharp needle throgh my tongue. In the background you could her Jenn make a sort of strangled sigh as Stacey stuck the barbell through. She explained the cleaning, Listerine [everytime I put something 'not sterile' in my mouth] and Glyoxide [once in the morning and at night] for two weeks. I thanked her, paid her, and left with a big goofy grin on my face.
The first night was rough, I couldn't eat, I had soup [and managed to spll it all over me], but chewing was absolutley out of the question. Ice was my friend. I was so paranoid that the next day I wasn't going to be able to talk. I had to work in the morning and since at the time I was a cashier, talking was kinda vital.
I went to bed nervous.
In the morning I woke up, tongue a little swollen but not painful. I could talk mostly, had a little problem with things involving 's' and 'th'. By the end of the week I was good as new.
It's been a month now, no problems at all to report. By then beginning of the second week I had stopped using Listerine and Glyoxide, was eating solid foods and everything. The minimal sweeling I had had gone down
and it felt as if nothing was wrong.
I love this piercing and highly recommend it to anyone who has alwas wanted it. It rocks.
Next I have three new options: my nipples, an industrial, or right on to tattoos. I have two tattoos so far I've designed, all I need now is the money.