I'm so happy I got my ampallang redone. I had taken it out because I was frustrated with its crustiness and because it wasn't as sexually stimulating as I imagined. It was more of a hindrance than anything else. Then it was gone; then it was missing. I looked down at those two little scar-eyes and felt nostalgic for what used to be there. So I did some research.
At A Glance Author Ben Contact Ben@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Rose Studio Miraculous Creations Location Worcester Mass First I went to the local tattoo shop to get some advice. Informed that genital piercing is illegal in Maine, I realized that I would probably have to return to Connecticut to where I initially had the procedure done. So then I called the shop up in Connecticut. The person I spoke with informed me that piercing through scar tissue would hurt more, but that it could be done. I considered making the six-ish hour drive but the jewelry wouldn't have come in during the time I had available. So I told him that I would call back a few weeks before my next vacation. Then I read an experience on BMEzine somebody wrote about Miraculous Creations in Worcester Mass. I pretty much followed the experience word for word.
I contacted Rose via email and told her told my situation. I wanted to use an 8ga. needle with a 10ga. barbell just like the BME experience because I was hoping to get out all of the scar tissue (advice from local tattoo shop), and also because from what I remember of my initial experience, the jewelry insertion hurt as bad if not worse than the needle. With the 10ga. barbell sitting inside the 8ga. needle, everything would be done with one swift motion. Rose ordered the jewelry and I made an appointment.
In the meantime, I downloaded directions to the shop. I didn't really prepare all that much physically (besides sleep), but I kept on reading people's experiences to prepare myself mentally. Unfortunately, the day of my appointment came around and I felt like doo-doo because I had contracted a little tickle in my throat which had kept me up for several nights. I went anyways resolving "No more nightmares" about people with piercing needles standing in line to pierce me.
The trip went smooth. I allotted myself an extra couple hours before my scheduled time to eat and walk around. I ate at a nice Indian Buffet restaurant more or less across the street. I had a chat with the owner. He was surprised that I would drive all this way just to get pierced. I didn't tell him what I was getting pierced though.
I drank a Snapple right before my appointment because I wanted to keep my blood sugar steady. Usually, I get queasy in the doctor's office waiting room during a routine physical. This didn't happen to me with Rose because I was so excited to be finally getting my Amp back. I had been contemplating it for almost a year and had been resolved on it for months. The nice thing about Miraculous Creations is that they always have somebody at the desk answering the telephone and guiding walk-ins. Often I feel lost or ignored in tattoo shops. Plus, they make you pay up front which makes me feel secure in the knowledge that I'm not going to get ripped off afterwards.
I paid, filled out the paper work, and sat down. Only a few moments later, I was sitting on the table talking to Rose as she was getting things ready. We talked about my first experience and came to the conclusion that the 14ga. was too thin and I would definitely like my new 10ga. much better. Still, I realize that I should never have taken it out for the reasons that I did. I should have stretched it to the proper size. Oh well.
Lie down, pants down. I was very comfortable lying down because there is always the possibility that I might pass out (though it's never happened before). I get lightheaded and queasy quite easily. She cleaned the area and put the clamps on. I like the clamps even though they pinch quite a bit because I think that if I had not been used to the pain, I would jerk or jump when the needle came in out of nowhere (unfounded speculation). Clamps on, then she told me to start my breathing. My first deep breathe was OK. As I exhaled, I thought to myself, "Wait a minute. What am I doing?" This thought came into my head the first time around. I was expecting it. Second deep breathe and I think Nirvana "Lithium" came on the radio. I exhaled slowly and remembered the pep talk I had given myself about "facing the pain" in its fullest and taking it all in with open eyes. The third breath I took reminding myself to breathe during the insertion. And out... Her voice trailed off and the pain s welled. Let's have a moment of silence in reverence of the pain.
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The crazy pain lasted a long time. Rose said, "Are you going to be alright?" I replied, "Is the jewelry almost in?" She said, "The jewelry is in". I knew it was in, but I didn't want to tell her how bad it still hurt. It felt like tearing as opposed to slicing (must have been the scar tissue). Still in pain, I mumbled some expletory statements. I think it would have been easier if I had lifted my head to see what was causing all that pain. I was sweating. The anxiety hit right before the needle and then faded. The pain died down eventually as I lay on the table. At one point, I swear I could not even feel it anymore.
Rose carefully took the needle off the barbell and put the bead on the end. I could not tell she was doing anything. There was one complication though. A little thumbnail almost like a splinter was left sticking out of one of the holes. It looked like a blood blister. Rose described it as a hangnail left over from the huge amount of scar tissue that had been removed. It was dark red almost black. She said it would fall off sooner or later and not to worry. I didn't worry.
She cleaned the area up, put some gauze around it to soak up the blood, and tied her glove around the whole thing like a condom to keep the blood inside. Another good thing about Miraculous Creations is they give you a little bottle of Satin anti-bacterial soap and some sea salt for aftercare.
With my goody bag in hand, I limped to my van which was parked out front on the street. I had no problems driving home. I'm sure it would have been harder to walk four blocks than to drive four hours.
When I got home, I limped into the shower with a pair of scissors to cut off the rubber glove. The gauze was completely soaked with blood and the beads where crusted over and nasty looking. But the blood was not dripping down my leg as I had anticipated. I got into the shower. The water sprayed all the blood off and I began to clean the barbell with the soap. To my surprise, the barbell moved freely in and out. Of course, this was due to the 8ga./10ga. job.
Exactly two weeks later to the day, I write this and am happier day by day. The barbell is a little bit floppy and tends to wiggle and jiggle around when I walk. No big deal- I already have the 8ga. waiting to be inserted. My ampallang does not traverse the urethra. Rose calls it a "frontal" amp. I don't know. I like it. I aspire to go 6ga. so long as it doesn't migrate. As for the hangnail, it started to fall off, I helped it a little, it bled a lot, and then it fell off. The hole looks odd. There is still a hard scabby thing there but I'm not worried. It's only been two weeks. I've showered twice a day and soaked it a few times. I've masturbated a few times (carefully) with clean hands. I wear my boxers on backwards because there is more room in the butt.
The thing I like the most about it is simply knowing that I have it. Nobody else knows except my girlfriend, my best friend, and my parents. I am a unique person and it makes me feel more secure as an individual. It is an accomplishment that I can be proud of.