I'll keep this short and sweet, the way piercing usually is...my tongue, lip and even PA were over like a flash and I love them. I had my tongue pierced 18 months ago and never looked back. My lip was the first visible facial piercing I had and that was great. The first really big step was my PA. It just seemed a natural choice, so I researched the best places and discovered Cold Steel, Camden in London (they have another shop in San Francisco.) They put me at ease and the whole thing was, astonishingly, almost painless!
At A Glance Author Alex Contact amallinson@reflectionsinteractive.com Artist A really cool Kiwi fellah Studio Cold Steel Location Camden, London, UK Three months later though I got the itch again (metaphorically speaking!) And I decided to go for another. I deliberated which place on my penis to get pierced second, (Frenum, Dolphin etc..) and decided on the Ampallang. Once again I headed for Cold Steel. I can't recommend them enough! They are great.
I know there are plenty of folk out there more extreme than me...and others less so. I think what is important is to feel that getting pierced is the thing for you. I wasn't doing it to shock people, scare people or be part of the crowd. Even the sexual side of it took second place. The real reason I get pierced is because I ENJOY it! I love the feel of metal through my body. It's SO integral. Even the brief sensation of pain is enjoyable. In the long run it is aesthetically pleasing and I look better with metal!
So while they got ready I sat on their cool, metal settee and contemplated three months of abstinence! Not that my life was overflowing with sexual possibilities! I was asked questions as I sat: Had I eaten in the past 4 hours? Yes. Had I had a good night's sleep? Yes. No drugs or alcohol in the past 24 hours? No. The info had been given to me earlier too and I knew from how well my PA went that it was all worthwhile. The wait was a long one and I was a little nervous but the surroundings were black and silver, very calming. Anyway...I was called in, lay down, whipped out the target and we went through the laborious process of marking and re-marking the position while the guy went over the minutiae of the piercing. Minutiae being the operative word..I am not the biggest guy around! But the best comeback I heard regarding size was "Well Miss, I don't give a shit about you because it's the right size for me!". The marking continued along with soothing chat.(Having someone draw on my tip was surreal enough without what was to come.) I was told stories about someone who pierced the Spice Girls: Geri was good, Mel B freaked out. But then it was time for the off and the guy placed the needle, told me to breathe deeply TWICE, then he'd do it. There was a nagging doubt in my mind, not about the piercing...but about what he'd said and sure enough after just my first breath there was a shrill moment of pain then a dull ache. I chanced a look. The sight that that greeted me was one which will amuse me forever. The sight of my dick, happily skewered by a bloody great needle with a cork on the point protecting the piercer. My cock was a kebab...a piece of satay meat! I had to laugh; and once the bar was in, the dressing on, the trousers up and the aftercare speech over, I walked out of there and strode through Camden feeling elated!
(NOTE: The guy told me that I got the UK procedure, whereby he gripped my penis in a pair of mini-tongs. If you are getting this doen Stateside they are likely to do it freehand. I hear this is less accurate and takes about twenty seconds longer! I was glad to go UK folks I have to say!)
OK so the actual piercing is the exciting bit and I knew from my PA that the next stage is a whole lot of irritating healing. I don't swell up, which is cool...I knew from my tongue, lip and PA that I healed fast but I bled for a couple of days. Not from the end, so I knew it wasn't trans-urethral. However that meant it would take longer to heal. The blood continued to flow! Eventually I had to take action. I was in danger of an incident until I realised...the technology exists already! There are people for whom bleeding from the groin has been a problem for...well...forever! So I took a leaf from the book of the fairer sex and wrapped a sanitary pad around my wounded soldier! Problem solved! Gradually, over the next few weeks, the ache died away, the weeping stopped and I am now the proud owner of a healthy Ampallang! (Aside from a little redness)
To anyone, lady or gentleman, reading this who has a load of metal in their genitals I say: "Cool, well done!" To anyone who doesn't I say: Don't let fears and rumours get the better of you, go get it. Now I have metal, I can't imagine life without it! Thanks for listening.
P.S. I am going for the hat trick next month!