I guess you could say it started when I was 14, my fascination with piercings and obsession with getting them. It's just that I was so perturbed by the purple scars I'd seen on closed-up piercings that I couldn't do it. But, at 15 I got my tongue pierced.
At A Glance Author Leyla Contact Leyla@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Shane Studio AddictionNYC Location NYC Being on the track team for 3 years, I couldn't get any piercings that referees could see. When I quit due to unresolvable knee injuries I was almost 18. Once I turned 18, I got my belly button pierced. A few months later, I got my labret, medusa and industrial (all within 6 or 7 weeks.) I always wanted to get my nipples pierced, I could hide them from the track refs after all. I was scared though. I though they would stunt my nipple growth and one day my boobs would grow and I'd have really small nipples that wouldn't look right. When I was 14 I almost got my nipples pierced but, I used this insane logic to stop me. Looking right HA! Four years later and my boobs are still as small as they were then. I didn't have an excuse anymore. Except for hearing people tell me it was the most painful thing they'd ever done. That worked on me for a little while.
A month after I got my industrial, I let it close up. I also let my labret close up. I felt naked, like something was missing. So I decided to set up a reward system. If i got an A or better on my first exam in college, I'd do it.
Thank god for bullshit classes like music history. A week after I got my test back, I walked into AddictionNYC so scared that my friends were laughing at me. I was told to go to the back. Shane, my piercer, gave me paperwork to fill out and coldly demanded my ID. Did I mind? Not at all. I know I don't look 18 and they could get in trouble for piercing a minor. After Shane copied my ID and I finished the consent form, he seemed to warm up. He was talking to all of us and was actually quite interesting.
Only 2 of my friends fit in the room. Shane kept talking while he prepared everything and I tried to concentrate on not freaking out. rolled my tanktop and bra down and he marked me. While he finished preparing the jewelry, I looked around the room. Almost spotless. Just clean metal counter tops and a couple of rows of piercing pictures. And the dentist chair that I couldn't bring myself to sit in. I knew once I sat in it, there was no turning back. I was being such a chicken. Then Shane told me to lie down. I did and he clamped me. Then I started to protest. It was so pathetic that one of my friends left the room. Shane made me close my eyes and take deep breaths. It was almost as if I was inhaling some sort of soothing gas. I wonder what the psychology is behind that....? Anyway, first one done and it really wasn't that much more painful than any other piercing I'd had. The second one seemed to take a little longer but I figured it was because the second one was the bigger boob. I was bleeding but okay. Not dizzy or nauseous, just kind of out of it. I actually laid there for longer than I had to after he was done. I really didn't want to get up. I got up and Shane took pictures of my itty bitty titties for his portfolio. My friend put my bra on for me and I finished getting dressed. Then Shane explained how to take care of them. I knew everything except when he said "And no one can touch, lick or bite them for three weeks." "Three weeks?! That's a long time..." I said. My friend was like "Who's going to touch them anyway?" My crazy Turk, that's who. Later, talking to her about it she seemed surprised that guys do that to me because they don't do that to her apparently. Weird...
Afterwards Shane Gave me a card and put his cell number on it. How dedicated and responsible! We left and I was happy and relieved. When I got outside, a bunch of people squealed "Lemme see! Let's see them!" So I showed them my titties.
When I got home, I gingerly took off my clothes (my nipples didn't hurt, it was just in case) and discovered my favorite bra was covered in blood. Just one cup though oddly enough. Don't worry though, it washed out. My pajama top had blood on one side when I woke up. Washed out too. A week later and my nipples are just fine and I can't wait for the Turk to play with them. It was so tempting for us last week! I couldn't let him though, they were only 2 days old. Soon enough...