At A Glance
Author	anonymous
When	Six months ago
Artist	Tom?
Studio	Stainless Studios
Location	Toronto, ON

Since the actual mechanics behind a Frenum piercing are pretty much the same (except maybe for the self-piercers who just scare me) I thought I try to be different than the many stories I've read and talk more about the why then the how of my experience.

If someone had asked me only a few months ago if I'd get a part of my body pierced, let alone my genitalia, I probably would have said Hell NO, coupled with wincing pained gestures and a holding of my crotch. But I guess people change or as I'd like to think of it are exposed to things in a broader light and reconsider their assumptions. But a sharp needle in such a vulnerable place...who'd have thought.

The story begins I guess as a lot of weird things that happened to guys, because of a girl. I met a girl into piercing, not just the run of the mill ear, nose, and face type thing. She scoffed at the belly button pierced crowd, and was into the community to a much greater and creative degree I suppose. She's the one who introduced me to this site, which eventually lead my curious mind to the "male" section of the site. The pictures were scary at first I guess. This coming from someone who's greatest fear might have been getting my foreskin caught in my zipper (been there and it hurt a lot more then anything else). However, as I was exposed to the more personal and spiritual aspect of it and less to the visual fear or foreboding thoughts of pain the whole thing seemed like an interesting idea. But I didn't know if I really was the kind of person to do this, it was fine to joke around about it and to discuss it but to actually go through with it was a whole other thing .

The first roadblock ironically enough was the girl. She had recently pierced her hood which was fine with me but she seemed to feel that it might not be right for me to do anything. She seemed to think that this new found interest was more to please her than any other reason and that I was just like the belly button people who did it because it was the popular thing. No matter how much I tried to convince her that it was only because she had introduced me to the idea and different aspects of piercing that I was open to it. But she continued to think that it was just an attempt to please her, so I didn't push the idea. The idea died down for a while, but returned and after pursuing all the pictures of the piercings that I thought were reasonable for me (least painful looking and somewhat limited it scoop) I decided on a Frenum piercing. It seemed like something I could see myself getting and being really happy with, although as it turned out it would not be for quite a while unfortunately.

We broke up...well to put it better I got dumped and heart broken. But the one bright side I suppose is that I now had nothing standing in my way. Despite this fact it took quite a while for me to get up the nerve to make an actual appointment. I continued to read up on piercing, being new to the whole thing entirely. The biggest setback I suppose was reading all the self done Frenum stories which just gave me the vision of people downing a bottle of whiskey and then jammin' a needle in their pee pee. But as I've come to learn about the community, it was probably a much more calculated and prepared act despite my thoughts.
This new wave of doubt passed and as the summer ended I started getting really excited at the idea of it (not that kind of "excited"). I even went online to go shopping for some jewellery. Found a cool glow in the dark smiley face barbell but I figured it was safer to go with something simple, plus I imagined that it would some how glow through my pants and that would just be bizarre. So I made my appointment at Stainless Studios, probably as much out of security as spite since it was her favourite studio.

The whole thing took very little time, and really the pain was not even half as close as I had expected (I've played hockey and been hit there with a puck and that was way worse). Everything seemed like a blur, mostly because of nerves I suppose. I took a short streetcar ride home with a piece of metal swinging from my bits and pieces (figuratively speaking). The healing was probably as good as anyone could expect, likely due to my obsessive paranoia over infection despite the studios reassurances that amputation wasn't going to be need if it did get infected.

Only a few days later I left the city behind for my travels, not a new person but a slightly different version of the person I had been. My next task is a rather large tattoo for my back but I suppose that's another story for another time. To those of you reading this who are in a similar situation, I encourage you to consider a Frenum piercing. It can be a great personal experience, it makes great dinner conversation and sometimes in a really dark room I can catch a glimpse of a glowing light from my pants.