Sitting on the bus from Chorlton into Manchester town centre it seemed a bit comical, everyone else was going shopping or whatever, and I was sat there with a badly drawn picture of my willy in my pocket.
At A Glance Author boy7 Contact notify.d@virgin.net When Two years ago Artist Quentin Studio Kalima Location Worthing, Sussex I'd had the idea for the piercing - an apydravya, but behind the coronal ridge - for nearly two years, but had been delayed by a freak mental affliction that had taken me out of university (and everything else) for more than twice as long. Back then I could hardly leave the house, let alone get pierced, but to my total surprise the final medication on the psychiatrists list - phenelzine - actually worked. (if your wondering, my final diagnosis was 'severe phobic anxiety disorder', but whatever it was, nice it was not)
So anyway, on to the piercing. I'd been to Manchester Piercing Studio once before since I'd suddenly realised I recognised myself again (my 2nd thought, after reaquainting myself with neglected friends was "so, lets get those piercings").
I hadn't really heard about piercers trying to gauge peoples drives by trying to disuade them from getting an unconventional piercing. So I really thought there was no way I was going to get it when they explained all the potential dangers of what I was proposing. I think my heart really sank at that moment! Even I hadn't realised just how set on getting this I was. I must have passed the test, because soon I was talking on their phone to Quentin from Kalima (Worthing, UK).
He said if the anatomy was right - yes :))
Louise checked out some member dimensions and related them back to him, they checked out the date was set - man on the bus with willy picture mission sucess!
As I left I was so caught up in how brilliant it was that my plans were going right that I don't think I even considered that a piercing like this was probably going to really, really hurt :/
When you really need something I guess the more immediate concerns kind of wait.
I'm not particularly interested in pain. In a non-sexual context (especialy a cold january morning) I really don't get anything off it except, pain. I've got no stategies or tactics, no mind-over-sensation skills. Quentin doesn't use anaethetics (his reasons are excellent as far as I'm concerned, and I would ask any piercer I employed in future to do likewise if that's ok with them). But, yeah, when the needle went in I thought "well it hurts more than I thought, but that's all...".
But I got a bit concerned when I realised that wasn't 'all', the pain was increasing with every second that went by. I forgot the ad hoc pain control technique Q had related to me and just swore about 10 times (keeping really still though!). After what seemed like about 5 minutes later it was still happening! I'd never felt pain like this, it was totally another world outside anything I knew how to deal with.
Strangely I had this totally rational train of thought running through my head, something like 'you've given it your best shot. You've come really far, but you're going to have to tell him to stop soon, it's disappointing, but that's just the way it's got to be.'
Luckily, I actually couldn't speak, so about 5 seconds later it was done. I think Quentin was a bit suprised how calm I suddenly was again, and so was I. The pain had just switched off like a light. The piercing looked fantastic: it was exactly like I'd seen it in my imagination. When reality measures up to your expectations it's a rare and quite amazing thing. We had a daft hug and jumped about a bit, because we'd DONE it! (it was the first time he'd done that piercing, so maybe he'd been a bit nervous too).
I thought after that if I'd known how much it would hurt I wouldn't have done it. And of course that made me so glad it was there, but a year on I think I'm changing my mind: maybe it's like what girls sometimes say about forget how much giving birth can hurt, or maybe it's something else - i've read that the effectiveness of torture (not fun toture, I mean something that happens in wars) depends not on the suffering inflicted but almost solely on the fact that the victim doesn't know when it's going to end. For instance, you wouldn't be a very evil torturer if you said "yes this is going to really hurt, but it will be over in 3 minutes, but yeah, you've still got to tell us the information".
Now I know how long it takes I'm really quite interested in getting a deep-ish ampalang, of if not possible, just a regular one. But that's future things. For now my girlfriend absolutely loves my piercing - I thought 8mm balls would be more comfortable, but she actually likes the 6mm ones best, and I'm not complaining - the feeling during sex is fantastic - you can feel every ridge of her vagina inside your willy - and I kind of get off on the fact that she likes the sharper smaller balls - sometimes she says it hurts towards the end but she likes it because the naughtyness of enjoying something that hurts makes her come even more.
Sometimes I look at it now and I'm still amazed how precise it is, he judged his customer perfectly: sure when I was 17 and playing bass in my daft band I'd pierce my nose using a thumb tack and put some cheap jewllery in it and think it was cool. but at 25 you want something a bit more... you know, you grow up.
It was cool. I only know Quentin through piercings, but I like him, he's a nice guy, and he's a smart guy.
He recently did the most perfect surface piercings I've ever seen (pictures soon) behind my aureoles, and he did them freehand, and he did them fast (the train me and my girlfriend had to catch was within the hour - he even found time to do her nips too). But that's another story