Perhaps a little background to begin with, always a good way to begin a tale. A few years back I had my eyebrows pierced, I was about nineteen at the time and thought it would be cool, nothing fancy though, just a ring through each eyebrow, I wanted them to be symmetrical. Now, I had been happy with just the eyebrows for a few years, didn't really have the desire or the drive to get anything else done.
At A Glance Author Agraxor Contact Agraxor@bme.anon When It just happened Studio Burning Monkey Location Glasgow Recently I split up with my wife and I've been on my own again for a while. One day it hit me, the reason I didn't get any more piercings was because she didn't want me to, hell, after I told her about these ones she as much as said that to me. Well, with that thought in mind I decided where I was going to get done, what I was going to get done to it and where I would be going to get it done to me. I didn't fancy getting my ears pierced as I've never really been keen on how it looks on guys, the nose was out, I reckon I'd look daft with my nose done, lips and tongue are out for now as I'd recently started a new customer services job and didn't want anything going on with my mouth and at this moment in time there's no way I'm letting anyone near my genitals with a needle. That left the nipples.
I did a little phoning around to check out the prices and decided on Burning Monkey, not too expensive and I'd heard they were good. I chose my day, the 31st of August, pay day, as soon as I has the cash I was going to do it, problem was, I was working. No matter, I thought to myself, I can get it done at the weekend instead.
No. I had decided on the day and place and by god I was going to get it done when and where I had chosen. Lunchbreak, I pull on my coat and head to a cash machine, I draw out 50 quid and head to the studio. I spoke to the piercing artist she asked me what I wanted, I advised I wanted both nipples done, she said she'd see how the first went.
After the consent for was filled out she marked my nipples and asked me to sit down. Clamp on the right, deep breath, let it out, pain. I had a new piercing. When she was attaching the ball to the bar I was saying that it was more painful than the actual piercing itself, I was advised that it was okay to shout at her and swear as she got it all the time and was quite used to it. I was rather surprised at that, I'd never have even dreamt about swearing at her, I was asking her to do it for goodness sake, why would i shout and swear at her for doing as I asked her, for doing what I was paying her to do? She told me the left one would hurt less, did it hell, it hurt more, still I wasn't complaining, they looked great. As an added bonus I was given a little plastic bag with two rings in it and told to come back in about a week and I could get the jewelery changed, as I'd mentioned I wanted hoops but was told that bars heal faster.
Walked back to work with an odd adrenaline/pain thing going on, not sure if I wanted to run around showing them off or stick my face in a pillow and scream like a 14 year old goth at a Marylin Manson gig. I opted for a calm, detached manner, not that I had much choice. I walked through the streets as if I was surrounded by a bubble that I couldn't let anyone touch in case it burst. Wide berths around anyone passing me, just in case of bumping, not an easy task on Argyle Street in Glasgow city centre.
After I took the dressings off after I few hours I found that, as the dressing has prevented my skin moving, it was a lot less painful. I only discovered how painful new nipple piercings can be after work on the train home. Someone had a window open down the carriage, thus I was in a rather cold draught.
Cold air + nipples = erect nipples.
Erect nipples + steel bars = PAIN!
I spent the entire journey with my hands over my nipples, looking like a nutcase. That was yesterday, they're feeling not too bad now, a little pain every now and then but otherwise they're fine. I suppose I'm just gonna have to wrap up nice and warm and shut all the windows on the damned train.