I am a theatre fanatic. It is my life, my one true love above all. I immortalized it on my skin about a year ago with a tattoo of theatre masks that I drew myself based on several others specially chosen by people that meant so much to me during a time in my life when I discovered my love for theatre. Alas, this entry is not about my theatre mask tattoo and all its awe and wonder. This entry is about my nipples. Both of them.
At A Glance Author Jack-Jack Contact Jack-Jack@bme.anon When Six months ago Studio Instinct Adornment Location Kamloops, BC During my second year of university, I took a technical theatre course. This course consisted of the students learning and running technical support for all of the shows happening during the schools Actors Workshop season. In other words, we were part of every show no matter what. Now because the professor of this class just adored me, I was able to get some of the higher positions for every show. I use the term "higher" very lightly, EVERYONE'S position is very important.
I gave that class all I had. It was easier for me because I wasn't working and I lived on campus so I could be at the theatre within 5 minutes of being called. As a result, stress took a large hold on me. Stress resulted in bad eating habits and especially a lack of protein. I found out that a lack of protein does interesting things to your brain... something about eating away at it something, but essentially it makes you a little crazier then you already are.
The end of the school year came and the last show to do was completely student based. Student directors directing acting students with the student technical support to back you up. I was entrusted with the position of Technical Director: the overseer for the entire technical department and basically became our professor minus the teaching aspect.
I wouldn't so much say that it pushed me over the edge (all the back rubs definitely helped prevent that), but it did something to me that made me feel... broken. In exactly 12 hours, I fell in love with nipple pierces, decided to get them done, made the appointment and got them done.
Coming home late one night from the theatre I suddenly had the urge to look up nipple piercing's, and woke up the next morning (after less then required hours of sleep) decided that yes I was going to get them done. I had my morning class, went into the theatre for an hour or so, made an appointment and went and got them done. When my roommate found out I wanted to get them done, she immediately gave me prices of the different types of piercing's and suggested what she considered the best piercing studio in town. When I ask her if she'd come with me, she was shocked but quickly grabbed her purse because the bus was about to leave and my appointment was in about 45 minutes. I was warned at this time by my other roommate that it was going to be the worse pain I might ever experience and that if I actually did end up going through with it that I would have to be very comfortable with my body because once people found out they were going to want to see... including her.
We arrived at the studio in time, the proper forms were filled out and procedures explained. I decided right from the start of my 12 hours that I loved the straight bar bell best and nothing else would do. Please sign on the dotted line, and drink this juice box. The longest part of the whole thing was the setting up and getting the position of the dots just right. I was very lucky that there were 3 people in the studio that day and I could get both nipples done at the same time.
Everything was very clean, multiple gloves were changed, the auto-claved packages were shown to me, and everything was ready. Now lay back as we put these uncomfortable clamps on your nipples. Holding my friends hand firmly, I took two deep breaths in and on the second breath out, the go ahead was called and away they went. At first it wasn't so much stinging intense pain as it was a dull, very uncomfortable intense localized burning. One went through without problems (which proved to be the nipple that ended up giving me small issues later on) while the other one got stuck and the lady had to force the needle through. That one hurt a lot. I was definitely visualizing the baby aliens exploding out of hosts chests from the Alien movies. It didn't take long after that the beads were put on and cold wet... things... were put on the new piercing, which felt incredible considering what just happened. At about this time I could start hearing my roommate repeating to me to let go of her hand and wiggle my fingers so my hand doesn't cramp up. She's a trouper for willing going through the hand crushing.
It took 2 people (NOT including myself) to help me put my bra back on. One of the ladies started explaining after-care to me, but I'll be the first to admit that I don't remember ANYTHING that she told me. Luckily, with my receipt came an aftercare pamphlet. For the rest of the day I walked around with my arms out by my side almost bow legged but in arm form like I was wearing invisible football gear. I bought my friend lunch for coming with me, the bus came, I went home for a change of clothing and headed right back to the theatre.
To this day, I in no way regret my rash decision. As I see it I keep them because I love them (and they're lots of fun :P ) and their in a place that unless I was at least topless, no one would see them (especially my parents which I think is what mainly drew me to them in the first place) and if for some reason, like a theatre performance, I need bare my breasts, I can always get plugs if need be. As I see it, it's a win win situation and afterward I got them done, I didn't feel broken anymore.