So here it is the true tale of my first piercing.
At A Glance Author ThyRodent Contact ThyRodent@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Mike L. (monkeymeat) Studio Andromeda Location NYC You might be saying to yourself, why get something so deep for your first piercing? In truth it's the only thing I thought looked really cool at the moment. Plus, I work in an office building, so anything above the neck is out. I did my homework for a few months, and on the recommendation of a friend decided to go with Andromeda in NYC to do the piercing. My friend had a set of dydoe's installed there and was very pleased with the results.
So now I have the shop and piercing picked out, time to set up the appointment. It says on Andromeda's web page to call and set up an appointment to avoid long waits, so I call and ask for an appointment. The girl who answered the phone reacted like I asked her to pull a cat out of her ass. I guess that part on the page was just to see if anyone could read, since I was told they don't take appointments. She asked me what I wanted done, I responded with what I wanted and was promptly corrected for pronunciation. I said that I would like to come in on Monday, and she said that that was fine and hung up on me.
So the date is set, it's a week till I get the needle and my heart is already in my throat. I schedule the whole week off, since if I don't feel like explaining why I'm walking funny at work, not to mention I don't want to bleed all over my nice pants.
Monday arrives, I'm sweating like a farm animal - and were off. Three of us along for the journey - one is getting a frenum, the other is there to drive and make fun of us. After the hour long commute into the city, I spotted one parking spot left on St. Marks Pl. We get out 20 feet from the door to the shop (a Manhattan miracle). We walk in tell the girl at the counter what we want, and she tells me that only Mike can do that piercing and he's not in till tomorrow. I tried reminding her about how when I called they said Monday was fine, but in any case the guy still wasn't there. So, my friend get his done and we go back to the car where I am greeted by an $85 bill for being from NJ. (Note: There is no parking on St. Marks, even if the sign knocked over)
Fast forward to Tuesday - now a 2 hour commute into the city, only to arrive to "Mike's only here on Thursday, Friday and Saturday" - Moral of the story? - CALL FIRST....
Saturday...
By this time I have made it to the shop three times, so I'm not even nervous. I'm just so tired of driving into the city; I almost forgot this was going to hurt. We go to the counter and select a barbell, I go 10ga. - he selects the length. I go to smoke a last cigarette while he sterilizes the jewelry.
I'm in the room, he closes the door. I drop trow, and my penis is missing. I've heard of shrinkage, but my shit had run for cover. Next comes the towel with the hole, then the antiseptic wipe, then the clamp. Some say the clamp hurts worse than the piercing - this is a load of crap. I could barely notice it was there. He's talking about something; I have no idea what it is. I only hear myself repeating "oh shit" over and over in my head.
Breathe in deep...
Let it all out...
Breathe in....
And out......
At this point all life in the universe stopped and god said to me that I was bad and I deserve this. My whole body cringed like it knew what had happened before I did. I let out a sound that removed all traces of masculinity from my being. Pain so pure and.... oh wait it's over.
In reality it lasted all of half a second. Before I knew what had actually happened and could feel the endorphin rush, he was asking me if I wanted to see it before he wrapped it up for me to take home.
Jesus that was fast. I weakly lift my head to see what I did to myself, and it was perfect - dot to dot lined up perfect. This guy is good, real good - well worth the effort. Gauze, glove, rubber band - a free bottle of Provone soap, and I'm back in the car being driven home wondering what the hell just happened.
When I was getting wrapped it wasn't bleeding at all, but by the time I got home the glove was mostly full. My god I had no idea you could bleed so much from the penis. For the first two days, every time I got up to pee the bathroom looked like a crime scene. By the way, it's never a bad idea to sit while you pee for the first day or so. I tried to retain some dignity and stand - and I painted my bathroom with blood and urine. I forgot that there were now two extra exit points for things to flow from.
Two days later and it all just stopped. It stopped hurting, bleeding, and now it barely crusts between cleanings.
I'd say the only thing that truly sucks is the 30 day no touch rule...
But then again, I guess I could look at it like I have something great to open on Christmas.