There's just something about the experience of metal meeting flesh that has always captured my interest. It somehow seems a little mysterious, erotic, maybe a bit dark, but most of all – amazingly attractive. Perhaps it could also be the unknown of how it will feel as the needle penetrates, the adrenalin rush, or how the new jewelry will look and feel afterwards. Maybe it's all of these together, or it could be none. Whatever it is, I'm definitely fascinated with piercing and intend to adorn myself with several here shortly.
At A Glance Author DaBallSak Contact daballsak@hotmail.com When A month ago Studio Hoops Location Kennewick, Wa. The first and only piercing that I have had up until this point in time was a navel pierce. That was many years ago well before it really took off in popularity. I had heard of this new rising fad years ago, and eventually decided that I was going to give it a try myself. Why? I don't know. If I remember correctly, it all started with a threat. I had told my wife one day that if she whacked off her hair one more time... I was going to get a piercing. She said "Yah Right" and came home later that week with another short(er) haircut. Well... within a few weeks or so, I ended up being out of town on business and decided to follow through with my threat. At that time it was still taboo for guys to have anything pierced in this part of the US. Rarely did you even see guys with their ears pierced. If so, the assumption was they were probably gay/bi. Imagine the reaction that I got when I got home and the wife saw that I had a naval piercing. To say the least, I received a real chill y reception that evening. Incidentally, I had to remove the CBR and have not had a piercing since then.
About a month or so ago, the urge came across me to get pierced again. After receiving such a chilly reception following the last one, I realized that I would probably be better off getting one that was not so immediately obvious. After doing the research on the Internet, I was pretty much leaning towards a guiche as it would be less noticeable than other piercings. After all... when would I have my pants down around my ankles and bent over for the jewelry to be showing? In my mind, it probably just wouldn't be happening - unless there was alcohol involved of course! With a plan thus developing, I walked in to the only reputable shop in my area and inquired about several different piercings to help firm up my decision. It took a few days of contemplation, but I eventually decided to go with the guiche. I believe it was the following week when I finally decided set up an appointment. I called the shop and talked to young lady there (one of the piercers) who referred me to the o wner whom would do my piercing. Duty bound I'm guessing, he tried to talk me out of the guiche because of migration problems and the lower chance of success. After a day or so more of contemplation, taking his words of wisdom into account, I decided that I would have to try the piercing anyway. After all... if the guiche didn't work out, I might end up with a little scare at the most, right? The following Tuesday afternoon, I left work a little early and proceeded to the shop to have it done.
Arriving at about 4 PM, I found that there was a young girl ahead of me getting a navel done so I had just a little bit of a wait. To excited and nervous to sit down, I paced around the shop feeling almost trapped. In fact, I almost felt like leaving and returning on another day. After what seemed like an hour, it was finally my turn to meet the metal again. The owner and I discussed the jewelry to be used, I did the required paperwork, then paid the fee which I thought was pretty darn reasonable. As I stood at the door to the studio, the owner started to set up the chair for me. Now I'll admit that I was a little confused at this point as to why he was taking off part of the cushion and attaching those stirrup legs holders to it. You know the ones, the kind that women use at the gynecologist doctor appointments. From what I had read on the Internet, I had assumed that I would be on my hands and knees - butt in the air. Ready to begin, he invited me in and handed me a hospit al gown, told me to strip off the clothes and put the gown on. He left the room while I got ready for the procedure, and returned in what seemed like about another long hour. This whole evolution was another surprise for me as I had imagined that I would just yank off the pants and jump up on the table, they'd slap the metal to me, and I'd then be on my way. Not so.
Doing as directed, I hopped on the chair belly up and placed my legs in the stirrups. I did so feeling a little vulnerable, but more than ready to get it over with. We discussed the placement of the jewelry, determined and marked the exact spot, and I mentally got ready for the needle. The process was as routine as a piercings go I'm guessing. He cleaning the area, clamped the skin, and we both finished getting ready - he with the needle, and me with my hands ready to rip the leather off of the chair. I was really trying not to get wrapped up in the procedure, but I couldn't help glancing periodically at the preparations underway. I did noticed that the needle that he had reached for looked to be just slightly a LOT BIGGER than I had pictured in my mind, but not as big as some that I had seen out front. I guess that I was a little relieved with that in mind. I do remember thinking that this was going to HURT and briefly reconsidered the whole thing, but we pressed on with th e job. He positioned the cork on one side as he explained what it was for, and that I was now going to feel a prick and sting. As the needle went in and through, I remember thinking two things: the first was yikes that hurt, and how much flesh is that needle going through? Ten yards? What seemed like 5 minutes or so also seemed to be over in a second or so – after the needle was through. Does that make any sense? Some time later, well after the fact, I decided that it really didn't hurt after all. With that all done, he placed the jewelry and pulled it through the hole with the remainder of the needle. The bead was then placed, and he pronounced us done. That wasn't so bad! I thanked my friendly neighborhood piercer, got dressed, chatted a bit about after care, and then proceeded to my next stops - complete with a swinging piece of metal between my legs.
The following few weeks since the piercing have gone well for the most part. I have experienced no bleeding at all, and only (what I consider to be) minimal discomfort. I love the feeling of the new dangling doohickey, and I have already made an appointment for two more piercings to go with it. Crazy huh? I was thinking of another guiche in front of the one I have, and one behind. One will most likely be a lateral instead of the typical guiche. Why? Heck I don't know. Maybe to be just a little weird(er) I guess?!
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