For many years I wanted to have piercings, but I am quite afraid of pain. Reading stories on the internet did not help to pull me over the line. Most stories did involve the magical word: pain. Even though most people mention that it only lasts short, but still. Also, I was very afraid of the amount of pain involved, so I could prepare myself.
At A Glance Author Sid Vissticks Contact Sid Vissticks@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Valerio Studio MisterB Location Amsterdam, Netherlands The last couple of weeks the desire of getting pierced grew as my girlfriend told me she wanted to have her ears and clit hood pierced. Actually, that dragged me over the line. I decided I would do it, although still unsure about where and when. Actually I wanted to have both my nipples pierced, but I had another (mental) block: My parents.
My parents always were very against piercings. They always told me that if I wanted to have piercings, I should first have my genitals pierced. Probably they were thinking I would never do that. Wrong thinking... Since my girlfriend came up with the idea to get her clit hood pierced, the idea rose to have a frenum piercing. I read that this piercing is good to start with and heals quite quickly. Having this piercing first would take my mental block about my parents away, making me feel not too guilty.
I went looking around on the internet looking for information on piercing shops in Amsterdam. I found a few with web sites that looked professional, making me feel a bit more comfortable. I wrote an email to all of them, asking a few questions about the procedure, and off course, the pain involved. All of them replied within a day, all with more or less the same answers. Next step: checking out the shops...
My girlfriend and I decided to go together on a sunday afternoon to check them out, how they looked from the inside, and how the piercers "looked" like. Most of the shops did not looked that attractive to be honest. Most of them were very busy, which I didn't liked somehow (although it could be an indication of quality though). At the end of our little "city piercing tour", we agreed that none of them was actually what we were looking for. At that point we realized that a gay/rubber/fetish store where I did buy a jacket a couple of years ago also did tattoo and piercing.
This shop was just perfect. The people were very friendly and comforting. The information they gave was clear and sounded honest. Actually, the decision was made right away, this was the shop where it was going to happen. Unfortunately we had too little time to do it right away (which was possible if we wanted). My girlfriend made an appointment for the day after, while I had to do it at a later time because of work.
Three days later I took a day off to have it done. Didn't sleep well because of the nerves running through my body. Upon entering the shop and asking for the piercer, a strange feeling of calmness appeared. The guy (different person than the first time we went there) was a friendly fellow, same age, and same taste in music! (highly unusual). He explained how the procedure would be and let me upstairs to a small, awfully clean room. He showed me the different jewels that would be possible. I chose a plain titanium bar, not too big, nor to small. He asked me to lay down on this "doctor type" examination table and to pull my pants down. In the meanwhile he was cleaning and getting his stuff ready while keeping up a good conversation. I felt more and more comfortable.
He was ready with preparing and pulled down my boxers. He examined my little fellow (who was trying to hide a bit...) and disinfected it with some alcohol. He took a toothpick and dipped it in some ink to mark the spot where the needle would go in and out. He asked me if the positioning was ok with me (off course it was) and asked me to lay down. He took a clamp and put it on my little fellow (felt nothing) and asked me to breath in and out slowly. Suddenly a short pulse of a stinging pain comparable to a sting by a bee. The pain went away after half a second and I felt nothing special anymore, except for the adrenaline running trough my veins.
He put the jewel in (slightly uncomfortable feeling, not too bad) and closed it. It bled a bit, which he removed with some cotton. I felt so damn proud! I did it, and I didn't passed out. He fetched me a coke and told me all about the aftercare. In the meanwhile I dressed up and got up from the table. That was not a good idea, as the world was spinning around and everything became blurry/black. He noticed it right away and put me back on the table, raising my legs onto his shoulder. After a minute or so, I was feeling clear again and got up from the table again. No problems anymore and still no pain. He gave a bit of absorbing paper to put in my boxers because it was still bleeding a bit.
Actually, I wanted to have my nipples done right away, but he didn't want to. He first wanted to see how it healed and how my body reacted. If everything went ok the next month or so, he would do my nipples as well. So we went down, paid and said goodbye.
It's been a day ago now, and there has not been a lot of pain. The first time cleaning did not feel very pleasant, but well, it has to be done carefully, keeping that in mind, I keep doing it faithfully...
I'm so damn proud :)