For a year and a half I've wanted what seemed to me the most amazing piercing I could imagine. Granted, it's not one that I'd consider aesthetically pleasing, not that it's not, but just that it's not something most others would see, unless of course you go around waving your wang at people. So, I turned 18 and proceeded to make an appointment at the studio I had heard the best of reviews about. See, genital piercings are illegal in Maine, so I booked out of state at Tribal Ways.
At A Glance Author Stimmy Contact stimmy@panax.com Artist Aaron Studio Tribal Ways Location Boston, MA Unfortunately the master piercer is a busy man, and it took a few weeks or the upwards of a month to set an appointment, get my measurement to him, and all that good stuff. My measurement got lost, and the barbell never ordered when someone seemingly irresponsible quit working. So, once again I gave my measurement and made an appointment. All in all, I ended up being rescheduled about four times. Inconvenient, yes, but worth the wait, definately.
Last Saturday I began the four hour drive to Boston, stomach tight with anxiety. I brought three vicoden just incase the butterflys were too overwhelming. I got into Revere having only gotten lost once, and called the studio. They gave me instructions on which T line to take, and what stop to get off at. I'd been there once before, so I found my way pretty easily. Needless to say, I did use the vicoden. They helped calm me, but I don't think they did a damned thing for the pain.
Arriving at the studio, I received a much warmer welcome than the first time I went in, and was happy because it was comforting. For what must've been 15 minutes we went over aftercare instructions, and filled out paperwork. I was also politely asked if I would be interested in a lower price for the piercing, by letting the second-in-line piercer, supervised by their master, do the piercing. I was happy to say yes because I knew that he'd appreciate the experience, but wanted to pay the full price because I was grateful for the thing anyway. This wasn't allowed but I didn't want to push it.
Entering the room which was fairly large but divided in half by a sheet, I wasn't feeling bashful at all, despite the piercer and another man being present as I undressed and set half-naked in the chair. The first bad part came quickly, as a cotton swab was placed in my urethra to numb it. If any of you guys have ever had a tissue-std test, you'll only begin to know how this feels. I beared this for a few minutes until it was removed. Aaron, my piercer, marked where he would eventually put the needle through, and we waited a few minutes for the master piercer to come in. He checked the marks, scowled, and re-marked them, offering bits of advice to his son. I felt a little insecure at this point, but Michael, the master, was going to stick around for the whole thing, so I was again at ease. We practiced breathing for a few moments, and he readied the clean needle. I no longer wanted to watch, and rested myself back. One, in, out, two, in, out, three, in, out, four, in... AHH! Fuck that hurt. I don't think I've felt a worse pain in my life. My body tensed, and I could feel the needle driving through my skin. Done. Almost. The spectator grabbed a wet cloth and put it on my forehead. For this, I was very, very grateful. Putting the jewlery in place was not quite as painful, and seemed quicker. When we were done, I was very happy it was over, and most of the pain had subsided. I asked a number of questions from Michael, and was very happy at this point. I stood, got dressed, shook hands, and walked out the door. The drive back wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. Neither was my first urination. I made sure to drink plenty of cranberry juice to dislodge any blood clots with a powerful stream.
So far I've bathed daily in Aveeno, used salt water twice a day, and cleaned the jewlery with non-anti-bacterial, non-scented, liquid soap. Panty liners absord the small amount of blood that seems to be diminishing as the days go on. It's day three now, and I can't wait for it to heal! I don't plan on trying it out anytime in the near future, basically because I feel that I've endured a decent amount of pain for my pleasure, and the pleasure of another person, but I want that person to be someone special, and I have no one in my life right now that fits the bill.