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Apadrayva @ Obscurities
| At A Glance | |
| Author | St. Pauli the Holey |
| Contact | pacts179@hotmail.com |
| Artist | Steve Joyner |
| Studio | Obscurities |
| Location | Dallas, TX |
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Apadrayva @ Obscurities |
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I first got into bodymod as a wee laddie -- I can remember going through stacks of National Geographic, looking for pictures of naked women. Invariably, I'd be more fascinated by the stretched necks, or lip plates, or scarification of tribal peoples, than the nudity I originally sought. Later, as a teenager, I'd see "freaks" out and about, and think, "That should be me...I look utterly normal on the outside, but I feel like an outcast." As soon as I turned 18 and didn't need parental consent anymore, it all went uphill (or downhill, depending on who you ask) from there...heh.A little background first -- aside from my fresh 10g appy, I have 8g nipples (pierced at 14), 14g double navel, 10g labret (pierced at 14g), 12g septum (which was initially abandoned and later repierced), and 0g lobes (pierced at 10g).
Now, for the relevant part of this story. I love all my holes dearly -- they're my babies! But aside from looking purty, they really don't serve any function (aside from maybe the S&M function of the nipples, but that's neither here nor now)...and I wanted something that would serve some practical purpose. Fortunately, I was exposed to BME before the password wall was implemented, which meant I had access to all the images that were on the site then...and the apadrayva/ampallang fascinated me. Not long after that, I started reading RAB (rec.arts.bodyart) and something that was posted stuck in my head, even to this day -- "Apadrayva rhymes with Grafenburg." I decided that I wanted a happydrayva, but when I brought it up with my ex, she was anything but receptive (even told me she wouldn't have sex with me if I went through with it), so on the backburner it went.
Well, we broke up (for unrelated reasons) at the beginning of this year, and I started re-entertaining thoughts of getting my prick pricked. The only issue was that, of all of the piercers I had been poked by as well as others I knew of in my area (the SF Bay Area), none I trusted with the fate of my wee willy. I had planned to go to NYC to visit a few friends this summer, and thought I'd have it done by KA while I was there. Unfortunately, that fell through, so I thought forget about getting it done anytime soon. Then, me Mum asked me to come out to Dallas to visit for her birthday, and a lightbulb went off in my head -- Obscurities! I emailed Steve Joyner and we corresponded to some extent about various details of the appy, and finally settled on the Tuesday that I was in town as the day I'd come in.
The night before, I could barely sleep -- to be expected, of course. Finally, around noon on Tuesday, I rose...took a shower, got dressed, and ate. Or rather, tried to eat. Damn butterflies weren't aiding digestion any...decided to hell with it, and left. Drove the 20 minutes into Dallas, to Obscurities, and when I got there, I told the chick at the counter that I was getting my apadrayva done. The obligatory forms were filled out, and I got a baggie of sea salt and some Satin soap. Steve was on the phone, so I had to wait a bit...he got off, and we talked for a bit. Put me right at ease...and I knew I was in quite capable hands.
He went and autoclaved my barbell, while I waited in the piercing room. I was quite impressed by the room -- it had the sanitary, hygienic feel of a dentist's office, without the intimidation factor. Steve came back in, started setting up everything he'd need. I dropped trou -- it was weird being half naked in front of someone I barely knew (in a non-sexual situation, no less)...got over that, oh, about 5 seconds later. He spent some time on the placement marks, and when he was satisfied, he asked me to check it out. The top one was further back than I had visualized, so he moved it a bit further down. We agreed on the placement, and he started laying out the needle and stuff. At this point, I became extremely nervous, and my heart rate skyrocketed. Finally, he gave me the thumbs up, which was my signal to start breathing in through the nose, exhaling through the mouth -- the plan was, on the third exhale, he'd pierce. As I exhaled the second time, my heart jumped into my throat. Inhaled a nice and long one...held it in, not wanting to let go. Finally, I exhaled, and felt the needle going through the bottom of the glans to the urethra. That part was nothing...but once it went through the urethra and started piercing the top of the glans, I started seeing stars. Searing, mind-expanding pain...it felt like he had to push it a second time to get it all the way through, and that was the absolute worst of it. My toes curled, and I thought I was going to die. But once the needle was in, the pain subsided. I was worried that the needle-to-barbell transfer was gonna hurt like a bitch, but I barely felt it. Screwed the balls on, and a huge goofy grin came across my face. Could've been the endorphins, or that I was stoked as all hell that I actually went through with it, and that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be (I asked Steve at one point, early on, if the room was soundproofed -- I fully expected to be screaming bloody murder, but I barely whimpered, if at all). He wrapped up me wee willy in some gauze, slipped a latex glove over the head, and rubberbanded the whole shebang. I sat up, got my bearings...couldn't stop smiling like a damn fool. He briefed me on the aftercare, most of which I already knew before, having successfuly healed 8 other piercings. On the way out, I decided to get a new 10g labret post, and while checking out the jewelry selection, noticed they had crescent tapers. So, I got a 6g crescent taper for my nipples. All in all, a very nice and productive day.
A big thanks goes out to Steve Joyner for what was a really good (albeit gawddamnedpainfullikeyouwouldn'tbelieve) experience. The man is an excellent piercer (aside from his impeccable technique and "bedside" manner, he must've changed gloves like 10 times), not to mention one hell of a nice guy. I heartily recommend that anyone who's in the Dallas/Fort Worth area go to Obscurities, check it out...maybe get something poked. Hell, it's gonna be my home shop, and I don't even live in the damn state...heh.
St. Pauli the Holey
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