For the sixth hole in my body, my plan was a frenum piercing. My reasoning more or less, was that my current girlfriend and I got our last piercing together and this time she upped the stakes to genital. I researched what was available in this area for men, and found the frenum to seem to be the most pleasurable and least intrusive male genital mod.
At A Glance Author colin Contact colin@bme.anon When A month ago Location nyc I was not willing to poke a hole in my beautiful urethra -- I refuse to squat or spray my urine in more than one direction. I am not even sure that such a problem is assured by a piercing which does penetrate the urethra, but I was not willing to take the chance. My penchant for public urination and my small bladder make my gender quite beneficial for me.
As such, the frenum was chosen and a ten gauge at that. Twelve gauge is the minimum, and the larger they are, the quicker and easier they are to heal. However, larger than 10 gauge seems a bit too large for my taste. So the choice was easy. I will forever wonder how a small, seemingly simple piece of jewelry could possible cost as much as they charged me for it.
Of course, the night of the piercing I stocked up on blood sugar by eating a large meal and many carbohydrates. Delicious. I also made sure to clean myself very thoroughly in that area, something which I heard many people refrain from doing before getting a genital piercing. Poor piercers.
I was nervous and shaking, as was my style during any exciting experience, like piercing, as I lay there on the table with my drawers at my ankles. I was marked up with a sharpie and was examining the placement with a mirror when I realized that I had not entirely contemplated the possibility of an error on the piercer's behalf. I had asked him how many times he had done the procedure and looked through his portfolio, but the margin of error always exists.
How ironic it was then, when I exhaled firmly on the third breath, yelled belligerent swears and watched more blood run down the side of my body than I have ever seen. The piercer had missed. Or I had jumped. He would not concede which was fact. Rather than making a straight passage from hole to hole, he had skewed the line upward, leaving the frenum skin up closer to the urethral opening and then penetrating again into the head.
This second penetration was the cause of all the pain, screaming and bleeding -- the needle going through the frenum skin did not hurt any more than my cartilage, nor did it bleed much at all. The piercer immediately removed the needle and I repeatedly mumbled a few words about how I was "out" over and over. The blood continued to flow profusely from the gash which had been cut in the head of my penis for about twenty minutes as my piercer cursed himself and put pressure on the wound. The pain had significantly diminished and I was simply light-headed from the adrenaline.
My money was refunded and a free "poking" was guaranteed upon my return to the store two weeks later. My penis was also wrapped in a shoddily made sling of paper towel and scotch tape. My spirits were not beaten. The pain was gone. I was going to receive a free piercing when these wounds healed. I was giddy, actually.
I was instructed to treat these jewelry-less holes just like piercings, i.e. wash them regularly in anti-bacterial soap or bactene. So I did, rather more thoroughly than I cleaned any other piercings I have had, due to the nature of genitals and their necessity to my reproduction and the succession of my lineage.
However, even though the wounds healed within 4 days, and there is only a very minimal (almost invisible) scar on the head of my penis, when I returned to the piercing table two weeks later, with my drawers dropped, me penis sterilized and my placement dotted (lower this time, I had looked at more pictures and thought it looked nicer that way), I called it quits. I backed out after flashbacks of the pain and visions of the blood flowing down my right side.
My piercer was very kind about all of this (of course he was, he had faltered in the first place :) and I will probably return to his shop later in January to have the procedure done to completion. All in all, the experience taught me that the frenum piercing itself is not too bad, and even a slight mistake during one isn't the end of the world. But pain leaves a lasting memory, and my girlfriend is slightly annoyed that I am behind schedule. But my trust in the piercer has not dropped at all. He pierced my girlfriend's clitoral hood without err minutes before my second visit, and he is the one I will return to if I do get this piercing finally.
Mistakes CAN and WILL happen. That is the risk being taken by piercing. But they are not always so bad. :]
(yea. it did suck. but not as much as childbirth, y'know?)