I just wanted to write to tell you about my modern primitive experience.
At A Glance Author Gemini Contact Gemini@bme.anon When Ten years ago or more Artist i did it Studio at the beach Location Australia In 1992 piercing anything but an ear was unknown to me. In my small town earrings were still rare or seen as weird. And no one would dare shave off their precious pubic hair or so I thought.
So when I went traveling around Australia to some bigger cities I was amazed to go to a record store and amongst the books discover "RESEARCH...Modern Primitives" As I quickly flicked through the pages, while standing at the book shelf, I was totally fascinated, and my heart racing, so fast I was shaking. It didn't take long and I heard a sales assistant call out "this isn't a library!" I put the book back and wandered off to another shop in the arcade. But the mental images were so intense I couldn't get it out of my head. I accidentally cum in my jeans, as I was day-dreaming on the bus as I returned to the backpackers. (a YMCA type of accommodation where I was staying) I was so excited about my discovery, but there was no one to talk to about it with at the backpackers or at least I didn't have the confidence to tell people about my discovery. The next day I got the bus back to the city (down-town I think you call it in USA) and spent a fortune buying that book. I was so nervous I could hardly speak and I couldn't dare make eye contact with the sales person. I read the book in the park then hid it in my backpack when I was in my dorm at the backpackers.
The whole concept of genital piercing was so wild, it consumed my imagination for days, but I wasn't capable of doing it. I had no place or tools to attempt the task, and no idea what do use. One morning at the backpackers I had a wild idea, I would shave my genitals like I had seen in the book. In the shower cubical I soaped my genitals and shaved my precious pubes, I was smooth and so hard and totally buzzing all day. This was stage one of body modification for me. During a visit to a hardware store I bought some metal rings and later several rings forming a tube with my nuts bunched at the base. Sometimes I would wear just one or two rings for several hours then later for several days. Different diameter and thickness rings providing different experiences.
A few weeks later I was further up the coast as my travels continued. I decided on the frenum piercing as the thing I could do and live with. I bought some supplies, a ear ring, a pack of sewing needles and some surgical alcohol. I know sewing needles are bad so don't anyone doing that kind of thing now. So I found a cool place on a cove at a deserted beach and figured the salt water would kill germs. So after some swimming and chilling out naked I started to explore my frenum, and found a cool place for the ring to go through. It seemed safe as there were no veins and the way it is, it's like a tiny web. so i thought it should heal quick. I cleaned the area with surgical spirits. That felt wild and gave me a solid boner, that made piercing easier as everything was standing ready for the needle. I cleaned that needle in some surgical spirits and held it to the side of my frenum. I pushed and was amazed how tuff skin was, I pressed harder and it punctured thru one layer of skin my whole body was buzzing and I was so close to popping a load I couldn't stop. I pressed the needle through and shot my most intense ejaculation ever, making a new personal record for distance covered. I lay back totally buzzing with adrenalin. I looked down at what I had done, it was a bit fiddly to put the ring into the piercing but it all worked out and looked so wild. I lay in the sun and mellowed out for some time, then had a swim. The salt water stung a bit, but I feel that lots of swimming in the clean ocean through that week prevented infection and helped healing as it seemed to heal quick and neat.
It was so cool having the ring, but not many chances arose to show it off as I traveled through small Aussie towns. But in the following years it was shown off and explored and admired. I don't wear a ring in it much now but it hasn't closed up and its still fun to think back at what I did. I lost that book a few weeks later, so I wonder what the person who stole my bag got up to after finding the book.
Now I'm older and the internet can satisfy my curiosity about piercing. I still see that book in bookshops and flick through the pages some times.