It all started two years ago when I did my navel piercing and my friend joked about that I should go all the way and get one in my glans. That sentence put strange thoughts in my head and two years later when I had moved to Moscow I just told my roommate: I'm going to do an ampallang. He just looked at me as if I was totally stupid, but five minutes later my Russian friend did the phone call to one of the few Muscovites that do genital piercings, Tattoo Marilyn at metro station Marksistskaya.
At A Glance Author Mats Contact Mats@bme.anon When Three months ago Studio Tattoo Marilyn Location Moscow, Russia
I got an appointment five days later and the closer to D-day I got the more nerves I got.
The same day as I was going to do the piercing I felt that I was on my way of getting flu. Finally I went there without knowing enough Russian and a piercer that didn't speak a single word of English. But luckily I got an American interpreter that explained me how the procedure was going to be done. But all the funny stuff started when the interpreter left and I was left alone whit the piercer and his nurse. That's when I had to start using my bad Russian.
"Ok" he sad, "now we have to measure it, do you want the girl to do it?" he asked me. I was a little bit stunned but I more or less just nodded. And in a second he screamed throw the door, "devoska, merit" that means something like, "girl you have to measure". I have never seen anyone so passionate about her job as when she tripped in on her toes with plastic gloves. Suddenly I sat in the chair without anything except my socks and a Russian nurse touching my balls, luckily I did not have any problems getting it up this time. She decided that a 30 mm (1,1811 inches) bar should suite me.
Then he sad he wanted to use some anaesthesia on me, but even thou I tried to tell him that I did not want to have it, my message did not go through. I do not know if it was that my Russian was to bad or if he just thought I could not handle the pain. So after to small stings from the needle my penis was totally gone. Two seconds later the needle was already throw my glans but I could not dare to see it because of all the blood, I am quite chicken sometimes. Put I just had to see when they inserted the bar and screw it on.
Then the most horrible of the whole piercing experience started - the bleeding. I was bleeding like a kosher pig on the butcher table and I must have lost about a pint of blood only in a few hours. The tissues were all red and the floor started to shift colour in to something that looked like a battlefield. For two hours I just sat in on the chair bleeding before I got some kind of diapers that could keep away the blood from the pants on my way home.
When I got back home to the dormitory and told people what I have done, they all thought that I was so fucking stupid and no one could understand why I did it. But hey, what do French people know?
The same night I woke up about five o'clock in the morning with a bad pain and my whole diapers was all red. I got up and were all dizzy and could hardly stand, I think it was because of the los of blood, I almost called the ambulance when I had to hold on to all the furniture so that I would not fall. But I woke my roommate up and went back to bed while he was up for a few minutes. I woke up the next day 12 o'clock felling just great except for my throat that had gone worse. The next week my throat got worse and I got a bit of fever so I decided to stay in bed all week, witch also was good for my piercing because I had serious problems walking that week. I kept on bleeding quite bad for about 3 weeks and because of that I had trouble leaving the dormitory for more than an hour.
But after that I was out running and training like normal, and I am not circumcised so I have my foreskin over the piercing which I have to, otherwise my foreskin looks like a blister after an hour or so for some reason.
After about 7 weeks I just had to go back and get my piercing changed because it was to short. I decided to put in a 34 mm (1,3386 inches) bar in white gold.
Now, tree months later I don't regret a single thing, even thou my heeling process was just to long and I do not know, actually, if I would do it again just because of all the blood and discomfort the first tree to four weeks. But I am really glad to have it and it is not many people that can say that they have a golden penis - My girls have an expensive taste.