In 1989 I was 18, and was living on my own in LA after dropping out of college. I'd had sex maybe a half dozen times, and it was never that much fun- orgasms were often weak if not absent.
At A Glance Author Sebastina "Mongoose" Wiers Contact Sebastina "Mongoose" Wiers@bme.anon When Ten years ago or more Artist "Piercer Pete" & Angel Studio Gauntlet Location LA I'd known about genital piecing for a while because of some mailings from the Temple ov Psychik Youth. I'd also picked up "Modern Primatives" and really liked the ampallang piecing's look, history, and described effect. The last bit really appealed to the "pleasure giving dominant" side of my nature, or maybe just my machismo...
I'd be willing to bet Modern Primatives was the motivating factor / informative director for more 10+ year old genital piercings than any single publication...
Anyhow, I decided to get it done, partly because I was moving back to Detroit to be with my penpal / old girlfriend / curious submissive, and wanted to give her (and myself) something special that I knew I probably couldn't get in the midwest (remember, this was 1989).
So I made an appointment, went in, and got it done. Angel told me about the procedure and helped me pick Jewelry (14g 1.125 inch barbell), and Pete did the piercing because Angle didn't feel she had enough experience with that piercing (remember, this was 1989). The placement was fairly high and thus not trans-urethral; it resulted in a perfect "snake head", in fact. Pete said that was the best placement for me, because of my shape. Who knows, it seemed to work OK.
I don't remember much about the feeling of the piercing being done except jumping when I probably shouldn't have (I'm a flincher) and being dizzy for maybe 20 minutes. While I recovered, Angel talked me into joining the LA branch of the Janus Society, but that's another story (and a short one; I went to one party, then moved back to Detroit.)
Healing went OK at firt- I had very little bleeding, and was able to masturbate after a few days. I did have some infection, but it died down eventually. Overall I'd say my care was not great, but not awful- care directions back then actually advocated Hibiclens, Hydrogen Peroxide, and soaking in plain water.
When I finally hooked up with my girlfriend after moving back to Detroit, the sex was really great, and she loved the way the piercing worked on her. Regular sex and sucking seemed to help keep it clean and healthy, to.
Odd things that happened while we were together the next few years:
-I snagged on a blanket and stood up with the whole weight hanging from my barbell (ouch)
-I lost the screw in ball while walking outside, and had to wear a home made hand-twisted silver wire replacement until a new barbell (12 g) I'd already ordered arrived in the mail
-the jewelry got snagged on a "Today" sponge, inside my girlfriends vagina, amd we could not "decouple" until I went limp (which seemed, in this one case, to take FAR to long) and created some slack
-the jewelry slid past my girlfriends tonsils while she was deep-throating me, and she couldn't get me out of her throat. I thought she was kidding and ended up hurting her pulling out.
Oh yeah, good clean fun for a 18-20 year old kid and his 3.5 year junior girlfriend... (I swear, I thought she was older)
Eventually we broke up, and I had sex with some other girls who weren't so keen on the BDSM, but liked the piercing (or not, in some cases). I keep the same jewelry, never even remove it once, for 10+ years. I get occasional infection, injury, slight bleeding, and lots of crusting, but I figure its worth it for the way it feels (rarely painful, always good in sex).
Fast forward to April 2003. I'm 32, in another steady (vanilla) relationship, and need to have heart surgery. Apparently this requires removing all body piercings due to "electric arcing from heart stimulation". If you ask me, the nurse just didn't want to catheterize a pierced dick.
Long story short, I never got it back in- a solid 10 days stoned out of my gourde on painkillers ensured that, and it was healing up already on day 4, I could tell. Oh well, 13 years is more than a "play piercing", I guess.
I've noticed sex isn't so good again. I haven't had an orgasm form intercourse the last half dozen times. I miss the tugging / rubbing sensation the amapallang adds, especially in certain deep rear entry positions where the amp passed in and out of the cervical "ante-chamber". That was pretty much the only coital technique that regularly or quickly brought me to orgasm, and now it doesn't work, because its just "slide-bonk", not "slide-tug-bonk-tug".
So, I just today went out and got an 8 Gauge PA from Jesika at St. Sabrina's in my new home, Minneapolis. Bloody fucking mess it is right now, but she says the thicker piercings are better healers in the long run. He ex-husband also had the same heart condition I did, oddly enough, so we swapped info on doctors.
Oh, and that first girlfriend? Yeah, we got back in touch, and have been swapping e-mails. And I picked up some new boots and leather pants to go with the jewelry, so to speak...
Now, if anybody has any good ideas on how to "mod" scars from open heart surgery, I'm all ears. Oh, and speaking of ears, I think the now 14 year 12 gauge / 1 inch old barbell would make a fun "industrial" piercing. Something about wearing well-used genital jewelry right out in the open strikes me as a fun...
Unless of course me ex-girlfriend wants it for a present!