HI! Now this might take a while, but it probably contains some info. youīll want if youīre considering a DYDOE (either for yourself or someone else...).
At A Glance Author your friend, your son in law, who knows? Contact just_4_bme@hotmail.com When Six months ago Artist A Studio E Location Mexico City, Mexico Since my experience had more than a couple of negative aspects to it, Iīve decided to edit out the name of the piercer and the studio where I got pierced.
A few months ago (9 or something like that, man time can fly!!), I was just looking at whatever online and I decided I just plain didnīt know enough about piercings, so I start looking for sites and I came across an obviously named domain about -piercing-. It has a really user friendly interface with scroll down folders that had the ABCīs of Piercings and such. I decide to go on and check out about the various piercings you can get.
So I go on looking at various piercings: rook, industrial, labrets, etc. The site uses 3D computer generated characters for their images, which may sound strange but looks quite well put together. I then began looking at other piercings that I had no clue what they were; really strange words like apadravya (took me a while to get that word right) and ampallang. I look at these and think: "DANG!! Thatīs insane!! ITīS STICKING RIGHT THROUGH HIS DICK!!!! MY G@D!!! All that and more, followed by a bending over and clenching of privates that most guys will identify with, though once when I was cleaning my dydoe, my mind just kind of expected there to be a ball on the underside of my penis, like an apadravya, and I kind of toyed with the idea for a while but it still scares the hell out of me! Kind of like tongue splitting: sort of like it, but way to scared to get one... for now....
Then, DESTINY...
It really was fate, -trumpets sound and grow in the background, playing that theme from Kubrickīs "Oddyssey..." when the bone is thrown into the air- , this word just kinda stuck out at me: DYDOE
Whatīs that?? I clicked and the 3D image came up -trumpets climax-. OH MY G@D!!! Thatīs crazy!! Whatīs wrong with these people?!? Itīs freaky!! Itīs unbelievable, inconceivable and absolutely awesome!!!!
I couldnīt believe someone would actually have a sharp piece of metal driven through the edge of their dick head!! Funny how life turns out, huh?
But then again, you have to see that image... It was this CG penis with two small piercings at the very top of the ridge, kind of like venoms, really cool.
>From there on, it was unavoidable. I couldnīt get the idea out of my head for a couple of days and that led thinking about getting it done.
Now, if you think male genital piercings are for crazy people (or at least not for you, peopleīs beliefs and preferences are their own and should be respected), youīre a lot like me before getting my dydoe (man I love that word!!!!!). Trust me your perspective will change if you get one done, not just about genital piercings, but about all body mods in general.
I started asking around studio/shops to find out whoīd do them. 4 or 5 places I went were like: "Dydoes?? Umm (smiling), no, we donīt do that here (slight giggling...), you might want to go to----" and stuff like that.
IMPORTANT: but there were these other 2 places that really freaked me out!!!! Please read on for the frightening details:
I) So a few months after starting my dydoe craze, I trekked along with a friend to go to the Rock Shop here in Mexico City. On the way, there was another place that had this big display of jewelry so I went in to ask the dude at the counter if heīs the piercer. He calls over this 5 10" fat guy who wasnīt the friendliest person ever.
So Iīm like, "Hey, how are you doing? Um, do you do dydoes here?". He remains expressionless and replies in this groggy wharbled mummble "Uhh, what??". I repeat in a clearer but still very friendly "Dydoes. The piercing. Do you do them?", recieving a "What?" kind of half asleep answer.
By then Iīm getting a bad vibe from this whole scenario but I still say "Dydoes, the genital piercing", I wait like a second for an answer, none, then I kind of illustrate dydoes using a black lace bracelet on my left hand, and stick two right hand fingers underneath it (I had to use this technique a lot to illustrate what dydoes are; pretty funny stuff and it kind of cracks me up when doing it); He replies in a short "Oh yeah, I didnīt understand you -blah blah-", I ask him if he does them and he replies that he does.
Now, I live in Mexico City and my momma didnīt raise no fool, so I wasnīt exactly sold to the idea that he had any clue what he was talking about. I ask him again as if I hadnīt understood his "Yes I do" answer. He says he does and invites me to go do it in the back of the shop.
My basic response was: What? This dude is obviously just talking trash to me and still wants to have a go at this piercing?!?! The guy had probably never even seen a dydoe up front much less done one, and yet he was still perfectly willing to use my penis for his maiden piercing!!!
So Iīm thinking this and my mind starts screaming at me: Hell no!! Letīs get the hell out of this G@d forsaken death trap **NOW**!! But I keep my cool and ask him how much they would cost, he answers and reiterates his invitation to basically pass and do it at that very moment. I just say "Ok, thanks, goodbye" (forever!!!). And I walk out with my friend, who was just a few meters away and could at least see everything. He concurred that something just plain wasnīt right with what had just happened. We laughed (I was slightly freaked out) and kept walking.
II) After a block or 2 we arrive at the Rock Shop. We go to the piercing/tattoo part upstairs and thereīs 3 dudes standing around the counter, the tattooist, the piercer and a heavy rocker client. I say hi and I ask the guys if they do dydoes here.
Piercer: "Do what?"
"Dydoes, the genital piercing".
Rocker guy: "Oh I know, its like (describes apadravya)"
I reply no thatīs not it, then a piercer ventures forth what he thinks it was -also not it-, I say no.
Rocker client: "Oh now I know which it is, itīs when (describes who knows what the hell it was)"
I say "No, a dydoe, itīs when (I do my demonstration thing: itīs funny but you kind of have to be there).
Thereīs a simultaneous "Oh, ok."
Piercer "Yeah, no, we donīt do that here" (they all kind of start to chuckle and smile) but you could go to *Wakantanka* (which is a BIG reknowned, famous studio here in Mexico City, -I mean big urban legend, man-among-men kind of famous- among most of the local BodMod aficionados; in fact the owner, Danny, is the only APP certified piercer here in Mexico some have told me heīs the *only* international APP member!-, and heīs considered an important guy in the whole piercing/tattoo subculture here).
Me: "OK, thanks".
We walk out the door and walk a few blocks in the direction of Wakantankaīs (it was like 15 blocks away.....). About 3 blocks later we see a place across the street with neon signs: "E" Tattoos Piercings. So we decide to spare our soles and cross the street.
If you looked at the locale quickly passing by on the street, youīd probably not trust the look of the place enough to go in. A closer inspection (ie, look through the glass doors and window/walls) and itīs better. We walked in and Iīm relieved to say that it has that weird hospital smell inside, something you should greatly appreciate when youīre looking for a place to have your penis pierced. "A" was at the counter/front desk and I asked him if he was the piercer, yes he was. I ask him if he does dydoes, to which he responded in a short "Yes". Now, I donīt think heīs rude, quite the opposite really, heīs attentive and polite but you donīt really get a warm response from him; thatīs just the way he is I guess... (he doesnīt work there anymore, the new piercer seems cool though).
Anyway, after having just had 2 really weird experiences, I was kind of skeptical of his answer. So I politely ask "You do?" and I say that I only ask because of the 2 above listed experiences. He says that yeah he does and kind of describes it to me. I decide thatīs about right (I sort of missed out on part of his explanation), and he shows me a piercerīs book with diagrams on it, and then he shows me his portafolio in person before, so I said yes.
Sure enough, he had a few photos of dudes holding their "dydoed" dicks. Now in this day and age, it isnīt very hard to buy/cut out/print a picture and say you did it, so I still had my doubts. We talked about the procedure and jewelry and cost for about 15 minutes and then I left.
I donīt think he thought heīd ever see me again after that day, so you can imagine his face when I came back later that same week then the next week and 2 or 3 times after that. Even after all that I donīt think he really thought Iīd ever get the piercing done.
NOTE: donīt get pierced by someone youīre not perfectly comfortable with. Itīs your life and you can always go to another studio.
I love to climb, especially rock climb, and the prospect of falling with a harness strapped tightly to my waist and so close to my piercing was really terrifying. Luckily, the dude and 2 girls I climb with helped me test if there was any real danger in having to use a harness with a dydoe.
The two girls both really digged the idea. One was like "Yeah, get it done!" (kind of hornily so that helped). The other one was a bit more level headed, saying I should be careful and go to a urologist and inform myself (basically everything I had either planned to do or had already done). A number of other female friends also had the same reactions, and only 3 didnīt really understand/like the idea, but I wanted this piercing mainly for myself, so even if they had all said no I would have gotten it anyway.
Of course I considered how it would impact my future partners: if theyīd like it, how it would feel for them, and stuff like that, but it was all just extras. I wanted a dydoe because I think it looks great, and because I wanted to experience a unique feeling during sex. I had read the whole story about jewish students developing it for restoring feeling after circumscision, so I wondered if it would really feel different (it does).
So after a few weeks of people telling me to get it, me carefully considering every single aspect of doing this, and me getting more convinced it would all be OK healthwise, it happened.
It was a Saturday, and I went to climb my friends. All 3 of them were there, but the 2 girls were just sitting there while the dude handled some 7 kids climbing everywhere and flirted with a friend of mine. So I went to talk with the girls and one mentions my dydoe.
I said (not really meaning it at the time), that I wanted it but wanted to go on a day when someone could come with me. She says she could go today and before I knew it, I had invited all 3 of them to come with me, and we left about 30 minutes later.
I donīt remember what time we arrived at the shop, but it was like 5:00pm. When I made the appointment earlier they had asked me to hurry because they had to close at 6, so I thought the timing was pretty good. I entered and told the dude at the counter I was there to get pierced. "A" came out and I told him I was ready to get my dydoe that day. He asked me for ID, I filled out a couple pages of information and consent, and then I asked if the place had a permit and if I could see it.
I take care to use the friendliest, nicest, least aggressive tone and words I can in this type of situation but still things started to get ugly. They told me that the government didnīt issue permits or something, but I had already remembered a government campaign to regulate tattoo and piercing studios, or something like that. So I told them about that and the girl employee said something about the government not regulating piercings or tattoos.
I probably shouldīve asked to see those papers at an earlier occasion, but since I hadnīt and didnīt want to take any risk (I know a few good lawyers, and if anything went wrong I knew I could sue the hell out of these people, as long as I didnīt do something stupid like not explicitly ask them if they had all the legally required papers/permits/etc.). The piercer got kind of irritated but the girl was cool. She led me into the office and dug through a pile of papers (not a good sign at this point) and pulled out copies of some official looking papers with seals and stamps and signatures.
I canīt remember what the 1st one was all about, but it seemed to be authentic and related to what I was asking. Then she pulled out the forms where it said the place complied with bio-waste disposal regulations, and started telling me about how they cared about hygiene and not getting people outside their business infected and stuff. She was cool about it all and said it was great that I cared about being informed and careful, and that most people didnīt even care about that stuff when they went to get pierced or tattooed. My friends where 6ft away sitting down and could see/hear everything, so I was confident they had my back if I needed witnesses or something.
Still, I wanted to make absolutely sure I could come down hard on these guys if they lied to me about something that affected my well being.
*Would YOU risk not being able to have a family (yes, you could always try in-vitro fertilization, truly a marvel of our time) because of something as trivial as a couple of straightforward questions and answers??*
**To all piercers and other people who might be offended by this, sorry. Well Iīm not really sorry since I DO think itīs my right to make sure everything is in order where my health is concerned. I wasnīt being a jerk or anything to these dudes, I mean I was really nice even when the piercer started being a jerk to me because I wanted to make absolutely sure that the place where I would be getting my penis pierced (serious stuff, man) had all legally required permits and complied with regulations. Itīs a shame if this offends anyone, but again Iīm not really sorry.**
OK, back to this:
I had asked a friend to listen in on everything said in that shop between me and the employees, just so he could cover my back. He didnīt see anything wrong with the idea so we went through with it. When I was about ready to go into the piercing room, I had asked him to listen in when I asked the piercer if he had really done a dydoe before and knew exactly what he would be doing. But unfortunately I never got the chance to ask the piercer quietly while he was standing at the counter.
So when everything was ready, "A" was in the hall between the counter/entrance and the piercing and tattooing rooms (separate). He was going in with 2 girls who had walked in a while after us and wanted an ear piercing or something. When he saw I was ready, he told me to pass into the room and turned his back on the girls. So it was now or never, I approached him, got between him and the room with the 2ft girls behind him, swallowed hard at having to do this in front of the girls, and came out and asked him: "Honestly, you have done a dydoe piercing before, right?". Itīs kind of hard to explain but I said it nicely and all that but it had to be loud enough so my friend could hear my question and "A"īs response, and he was like 5-6ft away behind the counter.
Believe me, I know this wasnīt the most appropriate moment to ask him that but he was nowhere to be found when I was at the counter!! It wasnīt my fault (or his) it just kind of happened, and it had to be said and it could only happen like this. My friend heard my question and kind of laughed out loud for ― a second, then he shut up and listened up (stupid on his part to laugh). "A" is just like staring at me for 1 or 2 seconds and he asks in an irritated/annoyed/angry voice "What?! Do you want to see pictures? What do you want?",. I was like aww damn, this isnīt good.... but I say "No, I just need to know straight up front, you have done this before, right?" He answers yes and motions for me to enter, I enter and then he comes in. With the door wide open he walks in and with the 2 girls 4 ft away and me barely a foot from the door he says "This isnīt a restaurant... (and I donīt know what other shit). You canīt just come in here and ask to see (I donīt know what shit he said next)". All of it in a pissed-off sort of voice. Even thinking about this ticks me off now, but at the moment I just shut up and mustered a pseudo-apology.
Damn right it isnīt a restaurant!!! I donīt go into a restaurant looking to get stabbed in a very private part of my anatomy!! You donīt usually ask to see permits at a restaurant because you know that their business is a lot more mainstream and highly watched over, while this particular industry in this particular city is plagued with charlatans and irresponsible people who just donīt give a damn, and the government is just starting to pass legislation on these procedures (I know it hurts but itīs the truth).
Of course I see his point, but you need to see this from my side, Iīm getting my penis pierced and while Iīve been really cool to this guy, heīs been a jerk to me since I wanted to see the papers that ALLOW him to be doing this.
But ok, after 2 or 3 of my nervous apologies, he cools down and asks me to sit down on the brown dentist chair. I do and he goes over to the sink and starts getting ready:
-Soap
-Gels
-Blue surgical cloth thing
-The 14 gauge, 10mm long, black titanium Wildcat banana bell to be inserted
-And the needle.
He also starts talking about the aftercare (I think) but I was seriously spacing out and only heard him say "teabags" a couple of times. I reenter my mind and ask him to go over it again, he looks at me with a slight smirk like he knew I had spaced out and goes over it again. Again, I didnīt hear a damn word he said to me.
So after he has the gloves and a mask on he walks over and asks me to "Umm, letīs see", that means take my dick out. I didnīt have any limitations on taking my penis out of my pants since that was what I was there for, to get my penis pierced, though I would have preffered to have had a female piercer do it. So I zip down my jeans and open my boxers and take out my closest and most loyal friend. He inspects the zone and rips a hole in the blue cloth thing, and I pass my penis through it. He sterilizes the zone and makes the marks where he thought I wanted the piercing (I was going to get 2 but decided on just 1 to try it out). He placed it way to the left saying that was 11 oīclock; I guess that I expressed myself wrong and showed him the marks a girl friend had made the night before. He said ok and marked it.
Since he was going to do it freehand and some other stuff, I asked him if he was sure the piece would fit when I got an erection and he asked me, literally, if my penis grew a lot (when it got hard). I kind of chuckled and modestly said, "Uh, yeah". (I should have measured it myself or something because as it turns out the jewelry is too small, even when Iīm not hard it kind of looks stuck in the skin...).
Anyway, I trusted that he would get it right. After showing me the needle in the new package in a bitchy sort of way, he opens it a bit. Iīm like "yeah Ok", and he opens it another bit, I look at him and am like "Ok, I get it". He opens it and shows me the needle. I smile inward at his attempt to irritate me and say Ok. He asks me how I want to do this and Iīm like "Ah, give me a second, would you?", he goes Ok and sits back a bit.
Iīm sitting there, in a small hospital-smelling piercing room, in a dentists chair, with my dick sticking out of a blue piece of cloth paper, with my arms sort of crossed trying to psych myself up. I chill and tell him to go on. He starts seeing how to place the needle and stuff, since he did it freehand. Hereīs where I got a good look at the needle; it kind of looked like the inside of a plastic ballpoint pen, but it had a little orange spike at one end and a metallic part at the other end. Since this was my first piercing ever, I thought/hoped that the little orange part would be doing the piercing, so you can imagine my surprise when he started lining up the metal end and I ask him "Thatīs the needle end!??!". He looked up and said "Yep, why?" and I say "Dude! I thought it was the other end!". He chuckles a bit and says no and starts lining it up again. This whole revelation caught me off guard, so I had to ask him for a minute, again.
I took a little longer this time and he tried to make small talk while I tried to get it into my head that the bigger sharper metal end of that white plastic stick he had in his hand was going to be stabbed into me. Questions started pouring into my mind: Do I really want this?? Should I really risk this?? Every question I had already answered in the previous months came flowing back into my head at that very second. I reassured myself that I did really want this for myself and that I would have to toughen up and hold my nerves back until the piercing started When I finally recovered from this recent shock, I told him to go on. So here we go:
He had originally planned to pierce upwards, from the front towards the back edge of the glans, but I asked him if he could do it the other way around (so it wouldnīt come out somewhere else or something). So he puts the cold metal point to the ridge of my glans and I decide that this would be a good time to avert my gaze for a little bit.
All of a sudden, while Iīm looking to the right at the wall, I can start to feel pressure from the point on the glans skin, which is very sensitive... A second later I start to feel a whole lot more pressure, then force, then pain!! Pain like you canīt imagine (because of the region). 3 seconds have passed and I look down at whatīs causing my friend to ache so badly. The metal point is barely in there!!! I could still see some of it showing on the outside! Now THAT, was an impressive sight to behold, at least from my view.
Time had passed soooo slowly, and I had to look down again, but it was barely getting started... So I kind of smile, bewildered, and keep watching a bit. The pressure had now been converted almost entirely into pain except in this tiny, tiny little area that I figure was the very tip of the needle inside my dick. The piercer keeps pushing on the needle and bam, another stabbing pain; the whole piercing was rather fluid up to a certain point, but my mind kind of broke it down into separate, painful stages. Then the metal tip was fully embedded into the head of my dick and the rest of the needle started to follow. I just leaned back and my eyes kind of opened and focused emptily on the wall to my right. Some 7 seconds have passed and I could tell that the piercer was not having an easy time (he used a sharp, lubed needle on a lubed surface, but the tissue inside the head of a penis is as far as I could tell- impressively tough). He kept going though, and I was completely out of it, just staring blankly into the wall. Then I took focus again and looked down. The piercing was about halfway done but my stamina was really taking a beating.
Mind you, I know all about sweat and pain and toughing it all out. I rock climb, and play soccer, lacrosse, football, practice boxing and tae kwon do, and I rock climb (sorry but I love rock climbing!!). I can take a beating and get back up like nobodyīs business. Iīm not a novice at getting cut or hurt, but this is something else! Trust me this is one painful piercing!!!
Iīll say it again in case you didnīt get it before: getting a dydoe hurts a lot!
About 3/4 of the way through, I decide I need a breath, just a half a second will do, but please Lord help me. I tell "A" I need half a second and he just keeps pushing. Another potentially traumatic thing about this piercing is that you can (or at least I could) "hear" and feel the needle ripping and tearing through the tissue. I begin imagining the little nerve endings, like tiny little ropes going vertically through my skin, being torn and ripped apart by this sharp metal needle.
Immediately following my request, and "A"īs ignoring it, my stamina just gave way: it had been like 15 seconds and I was spent mentally and nearly wasted physically. All that my body and mind could muster up to doing was take the pain and cling to consciousness with all 10 fingers and all 10 toes. My head rolled backwards to the right to face the wall and my eyes opened up wide and stared straight through the wall....all the while continuing to feel and "hear" the damage being caused down below. A couple seconds later I look down again, completely out of it, I mean OUT OF IT, and I manage to catch the final dramatic moments. All of a sudden, I can start to see the skin of my glans start to form a bump. A second later it starts getting bigger and bigger and bigger, until the very tip of the needle sticks out and then, RIP!, the whole needle makes it way out of my penis......
I dare say that from start to finish, the whole having a needle plunged through my cock took some 20 seconds, give or take 3 seconds, and although thatīs a pretty long time it felt a million times longer when my penis was being pierced!! I canīt say Iīm entirely convinced he didnīt make me suffer for what had happened earlier, but if he did Iīm pretty sure he did it at the beginning, because towards the middle even the most vendictive and spiteful person wouldīve been convinced that I had suffered more than enough. I donīt know if he did or didnīt, but Iīll give him the benefit of a doubt since he was all professional every other time we interacted.
I have absolutely no recollection of what happened next other than I leaned back exhausted in the chair as my penis was let go of carefully and I could feel the needle in me. It took a good "Wheww!" and one or two or four seconds for me to get my composure back. As soon as my mind was mine again, I looked down at my dick. The white needle was sticking out from under the skin about 1cm apart and a bit of blood came out the hole in the ridge.
"A" asked me how I was doing and I just laughed and said "Man that hurt!". He asked me if I was light headed or anything but that was mostly during the actual piercing, so no. It still hurt a lot to have that in me but it hurt a hell of a lot less just relaxing there.
After some 10 seconds he put in the jewelry which I had read was also a painful event. BME experience writers didnīt let me down, it hurt a whole bunch. He tightened the balls on the banana bar real tight and started to clean up the blood that came out when he put the bar in. A lot of blood came out, a lot; it could have easily covered the back of my hand and you wouldnīt see the skin. Then I rested. A minute later I was being cleaned up again. Another couple minutes passed and I felt strong enough to get up and look at it in the mirror. It looked absolutely freaking awesome when I looked down at it while sitting down, so when I got up to look at it sideways in the mirror, the pain was completely gone and I had this euphoria that you only get on really special occasions.
My penis looked really cool, beautiful, beyond words; masculine yet gorgeous, exotic but with a lot of character. I sat down while he cleaned off some more blood and when it finally stopped bleeding, "A" taped on a gauze and waited until I felt good to go (I felt like I could run a marathon). I walked out (carefully) and paid the $300 (about 30 US dollars) for the whole thing. I didnīt remember to leave a tip, but itīs really rare to tip your piercer here in Mexico (though I did feel bad when I remembered later).
I walked out of the shop and got into my friendīs car. When I saw the clock it was 6:20pm, I was surprised; it had felt like a long time but not an hour!
When I got home at like 10 that night, I couldnīt believe what had happened that day:
I had gotten my penis pierced!!!!! I had a high that lasted me like 3 or 4 days after that, even being very sleep deprived and everything from school.
Aftercare is to soak it for some 15 minutes in warm water, use soap, nothing fancy, just regular soap, though antibacterial is probably better, and rotate the piece a bit and move it back and forth (very carefully the first few weeks). If itīs swollen I was told to you can use apple tea bags (obviously warm and wet ones). According to most of the information Iīve gathered, dydoes can take up to 6 months to heal; Iīm 5 months in and that estimate feels about right. I havenīt risked swimming yet... Itīs strange having to be that careful in the locker room after working out or something, but this is one secret that I donīt want to share with the world (parents, teammates, some friends, old men who walk around naked in the locker room at the club and expect others to do the same......BME readers are not included).
I put new gauzes on daily for a week I think, or maybe it was 10 days... It never bled once, not at night or after a shower or when it got caught on a string in my boxers. The only time it did bleed was about 2 weeks after getting it done (chastity and abstention are not my forte, and 2 weeks without sex was really getting to me). I was with a girl and when I grabbed my penis it was near entirely covered in blood, though I did manage to avoid her knowing about it and simply asked her to leave the room for a second. I grabbed my erect penis and wiped it with a sterile gauze. When I looked at the hand I had grabbed it with, it also was drenched in blood. Needless to say, that sort of smacked me upside the head about being careful (I was already being really careful with it, but this was just another dramatic reminder of my mortality....).
The holes looked really good for like 2 months, just tiny little holes like when you get a blood test; I didnīt get any crusties for almost 3 months. It was only slightly bruised the very next day after getting it and it never hurt at all (except for rare pangs of barely-pain). It never got very swollen, in fact I could only tell because I was expecting it to be swollen and Iīm familiar with what it looks like when itīs not.
The only major problem Iīve had was that the banana barbell was too short and I needed another longer one and still do. Iīll have to get it somewhere else, but damn, the piercing studios here in Mexico City charge $250 pesos (some 22 US dollars) for a single Wildcat black titanium 12mm long 14 gauge bananabell with 4mm balls!!! If you look up the prices at other places (BME, Wildcat...) theyīre like 2 or 3 sterling pounds, which is a hell of a lot less than what they charge here!!!
Putting condoms on takes some getting used to, so it might be a good idea to practice before you have to use one for real. You need to be a lot more careful about not trapping air in there, and the pressure of even an extra thin latex condom hurts kind of deep into your penis. Having to use a rubber for oral sex is a bitch too, not to mention the first bump against a chickīs teeth will surprise you both (also hurts).
For regular sex, I only use those extra-safe condoms, and itīs kind of funny if you think about it. I got pierced to feel more, and I have to use a more restrictive condom to do so...
Sex does feel different now; the piece stimulates kind of deep but it still feels right under the top layer of skin, and sometimes it feels kind of tingly (words canīt describe it, doesnīt really tingle, just feels ---------- special i guess...) around the holes in the skin, which is a very nice and unique experience.
Of the girls that have seen it, only 1 didnīt like the way it looks. Most of the girls are your normal, pretty, take care of themselves-and-the-way-they-look girls, not just goths and punks and hippies, though they liked it a lot too; Mexico Cityīs youth is very diverse; I lived in the US for years and I never saw anything quite like it in the USA; but hey, with 20 million people in 1 city, you can expect to find just about anything; all the rest thought it was really great looking (Iīll admit Iīm not entirely impartial, but my BS-meter didnīt go off but twice) and really exotic (it is a rather rare find).
All the girls Iīve been with since I decided I could use it (some 2 months healed, with generous amounts of lubricant) have said it feels really good, really out of the ordinary in a good way. A couple of them have even mentioned getting one on their boyfriends.
I plan on keeping my dydoe for a long time, so I have to take good care of it. I do have a constant dread of losing it or having it migrate on me, but if I take care of it I should be just fine. If your ever in Mexico and want a tat or a piercing done, go to Wakantanka (itīs on the bottom floor, thereīs another shop right beside it) or to Dayakīs (the main piercer there, Charlie, is hands down the friendliest piercer Iīve ever met; their studio is on a second floor).
Thanks to the editors who helped me clean this mess up a bit.
*****If you want one, seriously, think it over and get it. DYDOES ROCK!!!*****