You know sometimes, when you're sitting at home alone, and you get that urge? You know the one I'm talking about. The desire for a new modification. Sometimes it builds for months, and months. You spend hours choosing that perfect piece, planning it perfectly, just waiting for the right time. Sometimes the urge bites, and twenty minutes later there's a new hole in your body.
At A Glance Author Timfy Contact Timfy@bme.anon When A month ago Artist timfy Studio in my bedroom Location Durham, NE England Well, that's the type of urge I got late one Monday afternoon, about a month ago. I'd spent the morning on BME as usual, not looking for anything special, just looking in general. Well, after about 4 hours of continuous internet use, my eyes were a little sore, and my back wasn't too happy from sitting awkwardly. And so I decided to take a break. Naturally I retired to my bedroom for a smoke and a little lie down, the best way to relax.
Have you ever felt like you need a good lie down, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, your mind starts working overtime? That's exactly what happened. I couldn't even keep my eyes shut. My eyes darted around the room. I saw razorblades. Maybe I should cut? No, not today. Then I saw some small needles, about 20g I believe. Maybe I can play with those? Yes, needles seem like a good idea. But as I found myself going for them, I got the urge for a bigger needle. A piercing needle. A new piercing would be cool. My tongue stretching had been slow going, and it would be a nice way to cheer myself up.
Now one piercing I really want is my septum. I've had it pierced twice before (both times by pro's), but sadly both times it hasn't been level, and had to be removed, for fear of looking totally stupid. I instinctively went for my stash of 14g needles and took out a sterile one. I placed it at the end of my bed, as I gathered some other supplies I'd need while doing this, tissue, scissors, my septum retainer and my clamps.
I set myself up on the floor with everything I needed around me. I figured there wasn't much point in marking my septum; I could hardly see the marks in my nose anyway. So I took my clamps and placed them around my septum. That familiar pain came back, and I was reminded of how sensitive noses can be. Well, I took my needle, found the sweet spot and started to push. I kid you not; I barely even touched the skin when my eyes welled up with tears. Not a chance I was going through with that. But I'd opened a new needle. I didn't want to waste it.
I don't know where the idea came from, I hadn't even been looking at genital pictures that day, but I decided that a pair of hafada's would rock. And so I started setting myself up to put some holes in my scrotum. Now, I was certain I could cope with this pain, having pierced my scrotum many times before while playing. I'd never put anything permanent in there though. Never mind, I was sure I'd cope.
I put my septum retainer back, and found two matching silver BCR's, which I put next to the rest of my equipment. I was sitting on the floor to pierce my septum, but I couldn't easily pierce my scrotum in that position. I removed my clothing from my bottom half and sat on the edge of the bed.
I fiddled around for a while with my stuff (not like that you perverts) to find a good place to pierce. Once I got it, I got my clamps around the skin, and took the needle to it. I started to push, but this stung, and it wasn't a pleasant sting. I didn't like that. I decided that it would be much easier if I was to push the needle into a cork, so the skin wouldn't stretch out like a tent. I'm sure you know what I mean.
Well, God bless my laziness, there just happened to be an empty wine bottle in the corner, with its cork resting inside the bottle neck. Perfect.
Two minutes later I'm back on the bed and ready to go. I started with the right hand side, planning to pierce the left side to match afterwards. I clamped the skin and held the cork with my left hand. I took the needle in my right, and began to pierce my scrotum. It was much easier with the cork to push into. It did sting, but it wasn't nearly as bad this time. The only problem I had was I didn't know when the needle was all the way through, because the end was embedded in the cork. When I realised I was through, and about half a centimetre through the cork, I slid the needle along my scrotum, giving me plenty of room on either side and pulled the cork off. I then took the clamps away. As soon as I took those away half of the pain went. I slid the needle from the cannula and began to insert the BCR. It slid into place effortlessly, only a drop or two of blood was visible. I clipped the ball into place and was good to go with the other side.
I repeated my procedure and five minutes after I had a pair of hafadas. I was so proud of myself. I stood up to take a good look in the mirror. I pulled myself around a bit, so I could see them from every angle. To my dismay, I pretty much realised they didn't match straight away, but I was too excited to really care. I began to clean myself using a mixture of savlon and dettol, my preferred aftercare method.
I realised I was quite light headed at this point. All the endorphins had kicked in and my head was spinning. I decided it was a good idea to get myself dressed and head for a sugary drink.
Well, to cut a long story short, my new piercings were the best thing ever for about 5 days, and believe me, pretty much everyone got to see Tim's testicles. But after these five days, I was really starting to get annoyed with them not being level, and so made the decision to remove the right one, let it heal over, and get it repierced at a later date. Bye bye hafada number one.
And about a week after this, I caught the other one in the shower on a sponge. I was not happy, and my nuts were hurting. I was already irritated with the piercing. It was already giving me an itchy testicle, which wasn't pleasant, needless to say I looked like a pervert as I was scratching non-stop. And so the other hafada was retired. Bye bye hafada number two.
All in all, I had a good experience. I came out with no real regrets, I hadn't done any lasting damage, I learnt a little bit more about my body, so I wasn't really too sad at losing the piercings. Maybe another day, I'll give it another go.
And before I finish this story, I probably should tell people not to copy my stupid ideas. What I did wasn't safe or sterile, and I'm probably lucky my testicles didn't drop off. Go to a pro! Happy modding.