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At A Glance Author Iwan Contact koeno66@hotmail.com Artist me Studio my bedroom Location amsterdam, holland Some backgrounds: I'm born in Africa since my father works for FAO. When I was nine years old we moved to some shitty little town in Holland, and I was very bored down there.
Since I was twelve I started to be aware of tattoos and body-modifications and was immediately hooked. Since I'm a fortunate drawer and painter I started o make lots of designs during boring hours at school. And finally I found out that I could tattoo these designs on my body as well. I couldn't stand the idea that I have to wait till I'm eighteen which is the age you have to have to be legally tattooed.
I started when I was thirteen with some safety pins and Indian Ink and tattooed my initials on my left forearm and a month later when I was in love with a girl I did hers too, together with a heart between our initials. At first she was shocked but later she felt proud and told all her friends that I had her initials on my arm.
But I found out that it was not the best spot to do your own tattoos.
With only one hand free to work you can't stretch the skin to do a really proper design, so this work ended up a little crude.
That's why I started to perform tattoos on my left ankle. These were my own designs in a tribal Sarawak style (my father is born there so we have a lot of books about that area including some Iban tattoo designs.) I increased very fast with my tattoo technique (which is based on the japanese tatto techniques - with four needles on a row attached to a bamboo stick which one normally uses to eat food with) and was soon able to make really professional looking stuff. When I became fourteen I had to "bracelets" around my left and right ankle, a designs on my left shoulder and a polynesian designs on both of my calves which I found in a book about tattooing. It is a symbol image of a dolphin.
I was all the way very happy with my tattoos and was really proud that I could perform them myself. Not at least to show them off for my friends and some very curious girls though sometimes I feel like a being watched (and judged) as a strange circus act. But on a very bad day my parents found out what I did to myself. They didn't like it at all and they wanted to send me to a psychiatrist. Maybe they are right and do I need some treatment against my addiction...
Well, I'm very happy with it so far. So after lots of quarrels I left their house and now I live in Amsterdam in a squatting house. The boy next door has a computer with internet access and since we don't pay for telephonecosts I was able to surf around the net without any limitation. One and a half year ago I found BME pages to get some information about tattoos and so on. That was when I found out about genital piercing. Of course I heard abut that - that people got their dicks pierced but never saw any images. It just came across at the right moment because tattooing myself was nice but I came to the conclusion that my next tattoo should be performed by a professional artist.
But I won't wait with experimenting till I'm eighteen so with BME I started to look for new experiences. To get short, my ears were already pierced when I was eleven, so I did my nipples which was not very exciting though I like the eeling when the rings are dangling during a walk or a run.
Actually I wanted a reverse PA but I'm a little scared to do that to myself. Just a normal PA to start with seemed to be much comfortable so one week ago when I became just that day sixteen and had a very lousy party with to many drunk people I got excited with the idea to do a PA myself. I thought it was a perfect timing cause I was alone, didn't have any girl around, was thinking about sex all the time and had just drank enough not be drunk but a little off reality. So I washed my hands and my dick carefully, sharpened a hollow earring on a sharpening stone, took a cork and managed to move the earring down my urethra, put the cork underneath my glance after I found out where the piercing should come out. It was not painfull at all. Moving the pin in my urethra was quiet exciting, then I pushed it trough in one movement and I hardly didn't feel it. Only when I wanted to replace the pin for a 10 gauge bcr it started bleeding like hell because I didn't get the piece of metal in at once due to the 10 gauge size of it. With some ice cubes the bleeding stopped almost and I was able to find the hole and put the ring in it. I showered and cleaned it and it felt fantastic.
The only thing now is that my foreskin is swollen (I'm uncut), so last night I decided to get rid of a part of my frenum. Maybe you think I'm nuts to do so, but right now I've a lot of experiments with body-modifications so don't worry. I'm happy that my glance is no somehow free from my foreskin and that my PA doesn't irritate it anymore.
I'm determined to get an apprentice in a tattoo shop when people do't consider me as a minor anymore. That will be in a year or two. I will be a real tattooartist and hope to practice all over the world. So maybe we'll meet somewhere, somehow in the future.