I admit I've gotten somewhat cocky lately, when it comes to piercings. They weren't always this easy, and I had to endure a lot of trainees wiggling too-small bits of metal around inside my face (my eyebrow was done by a girl who'd never done it before – she didn't do too badly though) before I found my spiritual piercing home. But now that I have...truly there is nothing that I cannot mutilate with minimal pain!
At A Glance Author Jenny Contact furball85@hotmail.com When It just happened Artist Sarge Studio Metal Fatigue Location Bournemouth I marched into Bournemouth on a wet Tuesday with the intention of aquiring a nipple ring (and some new trainers, but sadly that didn't happen. Got a lovely bikini though). Traditionally, I get pierced whenever a boy breaks my heart...it's my way of filling the 'hole' they supposedly left inside of me. My eyebrow bar, nose stud, tummy bar and lip ring have all been inspired by someone, so maybe I need to look at who I'm dating if I don't want to end up with more metal than skin by the time I'm thirty. (Although the eyebrow and nose didn't last, much like the memories of the people they represented, so I'm not doing too badly.) Today's prize was in honour of my boyfriend, who seems to have gone from being a lovely, awesome guy, to some cold, distant figure who doesn't appear to like me anymore. When we'd talked about piercings, he'd always maintained the opinion that he didn't really like nipple rings, they got in the way. So obviously, that was what I had to have done. ;)
I went to Metal Fatigue, where I'd had my lip done. It's a lovely place, so clean you could eat your dinner off of the floor, and if you DID then they'd have it cleaned up before you'd gotten your fork all the way up to your mouth. Fortunately, there was no-one else in the waiting room so I didn't have to go through the agonies of saying the word 'nipple' out loud in front of strangers. Forms were filled out, and then I was shown into The Room Of Doom by the 'infamous' Sarge. (Hee!)
He examined my exposed tit, informed me he was going to use a slightly bigger ring because "Your nipples are quite flat."
"Thanks!"
I got up on the chair and laid back, all the while wittering on nervously about random stuff. I do tend to ramble when nervous...I wasn't bricking it like I thought I would be, but I was thinking it wasn't going to be as easy as my lip (which was so painless, it was almost ridiculous). So I didn't let myself look at what he was doing at all, and now I wish I had. I will when I get the other one done. He put the clamp on, which I thought would hurt but was just mildly uncomfortable (and slightly kinky...never worn nipple clamps before!) and then lined up the needle. I took a deep breath as instructed, held it for a couple of seconds, and as I exhaled, felt a brief pinch as the needle went through. "You alright?"
"Bloody hell, was that it? That was easy!"
Seriously! If anything, it was EASIER than my lip and that was like, beyond easy. I cannot emphasise the easiness of this particular piercing enough. I really thought it was going to be the absolute worst feeling in the world but it went like a dream. I put this down to Sarge's expertise...the man could probably make a full frontal lobotomy without anasthetic feel quick and painless. I absolutely reccommend Metal Fatigue and wouldn't dream of going anywhere else in my pursuit of 'filling the holes'.
I'm so thrilled with it. It's a little tender, and there's a bit of blood, but the feeling is barely noticeable. That said, I did just kind of have a run-in with a box of Shredded Wheat and reminded myself it was still quite sensitive. You sort of want to go around with your arm hovering over your chest to protect it from harm. And I'll be happier when I can wear a smaller ring (in about a months time), because this one is pretty large and I'm having visions of it being accidently ripped out and taking half of my mammary with it, but hopefully that won't happen. It's lovely, though. Now that I've done that, I'm not scared of having anything else pierced. Will have to meet more unsuitable menfolk so that I have more excuses. ;) I rushed into the shop I work in to show my Manager and Assistant Manager my new toy, and can't wait to show the others tomorrow. (They've seen it all before, don't worry.) Am now waiting for my Mum to come home from work, so I can see the look of horror on her face. Fear not, I am armed with a new pair of earrings I bought for her as a peace offering. Wish me luck. ;)