i had planned on getting my genitals pierced for a long time. i was only seventeen when i first got my labret, with my parents' permission. my parents told me not to do anything else until i was eighteen. in secret, i did my nipples with 20g safety pins and stretched them to 14g after a month or two. (i do NOT recommend walking around with safety pins in your nipples. it doesnt feel good at ALL!)
At A Glance Author cobweb Contact cobweb@gothicgirl.com Artist anonymous Studio anonymous Location brattleboro, vt nonetheless, i'd seen some prince alberts and some frenums, but i wanted to get downright hardcore. i'd heard about ampallangs and how they look and feel. after i saw some pics, i was deadset on an ampallang. the trouble was, i needed to muster the balls to get it done. i was still kinda chicken, and i wasn't as used to the pain of piercing as i am now.
then i met a girl at a local goth club. she was into piercing too, but she was only sixteen and had her tongue pierced. i told her about my plans, and she was excited and wanted to come with me. she told me about a place in my town where the guy doesn't check i.d., which was a plus since i was only 17, and he was good and cheap. we made it a date.
on the day of the "procedure," i was accompanied by the girl, her best friend, and my cousin, who were all very close and wanted to see me kill myself. i asked the piercer how much an ampallang would be, and he said only $75. i had plenty of cash, so i hopped on the table and said go for it. i was laying on my back with my pants around my thighs. i stared at the ceiling waiting for the needle to go through. the worst part is always the anticipation, especially if you're new to piercing. the piercer handed my cousin a camera to take a picture afterwards for his web site.
i was wondering why the girl i was with was holding my ankle and not my hand. as the piercer tried to get ahold of my genitals, his only comment was "geez, its like trying to catch a scared turtle." (i am still harrassed by those who remember his comment.) the piercer began piercing, and the pain was excruciating. he went extremely slowly, and twisted the needle as he went. he went vertically, giving me an apradavya instead of an ampallang. i didnt really care. i just wanted it done. i was gripping the table so hard that i lost feeling in my arms, and all i could feel was that needle, slowly grinding into my privates.
but the worst part was when my cousin asked a question about the camera. the piercer ACTUALLY STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PIERCING and showed him how to work the camera as i lay screaming at him to hurry up and finish.
he finally got the needle through, and he slipped a 12g barebll in. i later found out that 12g is generally too big for an ampallang. anyways, my cousin took the picture, and i stood up. where i gripped the table, there were four little, PERMANENT indentations on either side. THAT was why she didn't hold my hand.
unfortunately, the piercing studio was in the basement of a building, so i had to walk up two flights of stairs to get to the street, and then drive to my cashiering job at wal-mart, where they told me that i couldn't get out of work for self-inflicted pain.
one of the points of wanting to get my genitals pierced was because it was concealable from my parents, who arent too big on my "self-mutilation" fetishes. i told one or two friends at wal-mart, and they in turn told others, and they told others, until it finally got back around to my parents a month later. they asked me directly, and i answered honestly. surprisingly enough, they didn't care that much. they just told me not to get any more until i was eighteen. (i still skipped around this rule. i was going to a boarding school at this time, and i began piercing myself with more safety pins, this time in my eyebrows, lip, and bridge.) when i was around them, i grudgingly complied.
the healing process wasn't that bad. it healed up pretty nicely, and i was able to...*ahem*...use it in about a month or so. i used it a lot with the girl who had come with me. the problem was, i had used it too much. the piercing has a tendency to stretch with extensive use. as of now, i am stuck with a 12g barbell in an 8g hole! i am forced to sit down to take a piss, for fear of whizzing all over myself. im in the process of looking for a long enough 8g barbell to put in it, but i need to find a custom-made jewelry salesman. this feat is not a simple one, and until then, im stuck with this massive hole.