The following is about the experience of attempting, on multiple occasions, to give myself a frenum piercing. I do not condone the actions I took- in fact, this story is meant to give people a look at what can go wrong when attempting to pierce yourself without proper training. Read at your own discretion.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A year ago Around a year ago, I got the notion in my head that I wanted a frenum piercing. I pondered it for a while, and was pretty unsure of it at first- the more I thought of it, the more I realized that if I wanted it, I'd have to do it myself. My parents had no clue because they wouldn't approve, like most parents. I did research online and decided to go for it.
I did it one night in my room with a 2 inch safety pin- and while I thought I knew what I was doing, I was completely mistaken. As opposed to just piercing the skin surrounding the penis, I pierced it straight through the actual shaft. I noticed that while going in the needle was painful, but when it was a quarter of the way through I could feel nothing until it was trying to come out of the other side. It immediately started to swell, and at this point I was having second thoughts. I removed the safety pin, and when I let go of my penis blood shot out of it in a stream that was just like urination- only it was pure red in color. I freaked out. I got a towel and wrapped it around my penis and held it in between my legs as I went to sleep.
I woke up the next day to find that my penis was swollen and very bruised- It was literally black almost entirely. I personally thought I'd hit a nerve of some sort and that it was going to rot off. But I was scared of getting in trouble, so I said nothing to my parents about it. Gradually the swelling subsided and the bruising went away over the period of a few months.
You would think this would be the end of my experience, but I prevailed.
I took up the idea once again a couple months after the full healing. I used a sharpened nail about the size of a 10g needle. I pieced it correctly this time (to a general degree) only it was crooked. So I took it out and cursed my luck. I tried it again a few weeks later. I marked it but ended up having the same dilemma. The next time took place yet another two weeks later, and this time it was with an even larger nail. As the nail pierced my skin, I could feel the skin rip. While painful, the endorphins rushed to my brain and I'd never felt so amazing. But yet again it was crooked.
I decided to attempt it one more time. I took it slowly and made sure to mark it accurately. This time it was with a nail the size of a 12g needle, and I got it right. It wasn't crooked or anything. I finally had the piecing I wanted!
The healing went smoothly, and I showed all of my friends. Word ran around school that this little white boy pierced his own penis, and I was quick to boast. The attention going to my head, the subject was brought up in my pottery class, where I eventually showed a few people. One of the girls who saw made a huge dramatic deal about it- and word got to school officials.
Police officers were questioning random students from the class, but luckily everyone had my back. Yet they hadn't taken the time to ask my side of the story. I was panicking- my parents could NOT find out about this. I eventually confronted one of the officers and set things straight. I lied my ass off and said I had no such piercing and that I'd whip it out if she wanted. She didn't take me up on my offer, of course, but it helped her to believe me.
In the end I was afraid my parents would find out so I took out the piercing in case I needed to prove to them I had no such piercing. It was a bummer, because I'd wanted the piercing for the longest time- but I decided to play it safe. The piercing has now been closed up for over a year- I have virtually no scarring.
All in all, it was one of the dumbest things I've ever done- I went about it wrong in every single way imaginable. I never should have attempted the piercing myself, and if given the chance again, I wouldn't; the fright I experienced involving the swelling and blackening of such an important part of my body was agonizing. I'd like to get it redone professionally, but that will have to wait until I'm of age. Luckily there was no negative permanent damage- All I'm left with is an awesome story to tell the grand kids. ;]