First off, it was my first piercing. I'd had not even an earring before yesterday. I'd wanted a PA for a long time, but never had the guts. The idea of anyone doing anything to me down there was not that appealing. This was a difficult circle to square – when I was little, I became a member of that rare UK contingent of circumcised men. I've seen the difference that makes to me compared to those who are not cut, and the idea of more work there troubled me a little. However, having read the benefits of getting it, this seemed to counteract it.
At A Glance Author kitschcamp Contact kitschcamp@bme.anon When It just happened Artist PJ Studio Access All Areas Location Nottingham, United Kingdom In the last couple of weeks I'd done a bit more research, and finally plucked up the courage to tell my boyfriend what I wanted to do. He was supportive, so I made the arrangements without letting him know exactly when, then at least if I chickened out, he'd be none the wiser. I chose Access All Areas in Nottingham as they were very helpful via e-mail and were the only studio that actually bothered to take the time to answer my stupid questions. PJ says he tries to respond to the e-mails they get, and thinks that if they say "contact us" they should respond.
I made my appointment and went yesterday morning. I was shaking like a leaf. I'd read all these stories of blood gushing, people fainting and screaming, multiple attempts and it all going wrong and did consider leaving there and then as these thoughts flooded back. I filled in the release and sat and waited. I'd arrived about half-an-hour early. I was finally called, and PJ did an excellent job of calming me down and making sure I was relaxed.
He applied the topical anaesthetic and went through the after care and answered questions and explained the procedure while the anaesthetic took. He then checked that it had taken, and explained that he had two size rings ready so that he could assess the correct one if need be. He told me the tube was going into urethra – I didn't even notice it. He then said shortly the needle would be going in, I laid there and waited for the stabbing sensation, but it didn't happen. It was done before I even knew the needle was through – and by done I mean the ring and everything. I honestly did not feel a thing. I didn't know whether to be relieved or cheated. I settled on relieved. Yeah, there was a little blood, but nothing you wouldn't see if you cut a finger with a piece of paper. Someone has just put a needle through your dick, you should expect blood. I thanked him like a stupid thing, being as chuffed as anything, paid, thanked them again, and went off. Having read the suggestion by others here, I'd bought some pantie liners and fitted one to my underwear – that was a new experience, but one I would recommend. They are designed to collect blood and not keep it next to your skin. I then went back to the car and went back to work.
I expected it to start to hurt once the anaesthetic wore off, but it didn't. Not a thing. The afternoon went without any drama whatsoever. Yes, I was concious of it being there. Yes, I did feel a slight twinge when I ran up the stairs without thinking, but nothing bad at all. I could feel "different" sensations to normal, but nothing untoward.
I drove to pick my boyfriend from work, and came home, and checked everything was ok. Just a little blood in the liner but not much, did everything as normal that night. I finally plucked up the courage to urinate about 8pm, and had a wooden spoon at hand to bite on – ok, it stung a little, but I really didn't need anything, no problem at all. I then later went to bed, nervous of getting an erection. I did, but no pain and no blood gushing. This morning, I feel great – I'm concious of a strange feeling of the metal there, but it's rather nice. Scratch that; very nice.
The shower, as others have said in the past, is quite a shock to see. But it's only a little blood very very diluted – it looks far far worse than it is. Drying off is quite a challenge, and it's probably not a good idea to use those nice white fluffy towels, just in case.
It is very odd – I've never been concious of "down there" whilst doing everyday things, such as walking, driving, moving in the chair. But today I am. Not in a painful way, but a "there is something there" kind of a way which is quite quite exquisite. I hope it continues like that.
If this is an example of the work that PJ does, I heartily commend him for this – me being a wuss, I feel incredibly brave and pleased this morning. The Cheshire cat has nothing on me.