I'm told that I went backwards on the piercing progression chart. Normally people start out with their ears, tongues, or an eyebrow, and then might move onto to something else. Not me. My FIRST piercing was...a Prince Albert.
At A Glance Author Zach Cooper Contact Zach Cooper@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Patrick Studio Piercology Location Colombus, OH
Before I went to go get my PA done, I was the perfect, closeminded, catholic 18 year old. I grew up in a very religious, conservative family, never did any drugs or caused any problems, and was made to believe that anyone with any piercings was a "loser," and not prone to go anywhere in life. I was also deathly afraid of needles and would pass out everytime I gave blood. Ah, but college was the Eve to my Adam.
I had never considered ANY kind of piercing before the day that one of my friends in college jokingly made a comment, saying that I should go get a Prince Albert done. The idea grew quickly in my mind, and I almost instantly began to research the procedure, risks, and where to get it done at. I found, however, that genital piercings are illegal in Kentucky. That didn't stop me.
After looking on the internet, I found a studio called Piercology, located in Columbus, OH. I mapquested it and found it wasn't too far away, and on the way to a friend's house. I called the studio, talked with them about how everything would go, and made my decision, I was going to do it!
I woke at 12:30 pm that day, effectively skipping all of my classes, and instantly began to worry. I couldn't shut up about it and my roommate was still somewhat skeptical that I would get it done. At 1:30 pm, it was time to leave. I drove the 3.5 or so hours to Columbus, OH from Louisville, KY and had little trouble finding the studio. When I stepped inside, I began to sweat. I walked up the stairs and looked at the people behind the counter...they were COVERED in piercings, I could never do that (or so I thought.) They explained everything to me, had me sign off on the legalities, and gave me the choice of having the piercing done in 12g or 10g. I chose 10g since i figured it was going to hurt a lot no matter what and stretch, so best to go ahead with the bigger one.
I was so nervous all day that I hadn't eaten anything, so I ran to the cafe downstairs while waiting for Patrick (the piercer) to get ready for me, and got a sandwich. By this time, I constantly felt like I needed to pee and was in a cold sweat. After finishing the sandwich, I began the walk upstairs again, only, this time they seemed to be a lot longer. I stood at the counter and Patrick came from the piercing room and told me to come in.
Here I was. I had paid the money, and finalized that I WAS going to do this by dropping my pants and sitting in the chair. Upon looking down, I noticed my penis was the smallest I've ever seen it. I was beyond fear, almost in a state of shock, but Patrick started talking with me about suspension. The small talk set my nerves at ease, but just a little. I watched as he prepped everything, washing his hands, cleaning the area to be pierced, marking where the needle would be coming out, and then...he pulled out the needle. I automatically looked away, never having been able to watch myself get any kind of shots before.
Looking up I saw a shiny red bulb, and focused on it. I heard him say that what was to come would be the worst part of it, and he slipped the needle in my urethra. I cringed but was just saying in my head, OH GOD, it'll be over soon (repeat.) He told me to take in a deep breath and let it out. Then he pierced me. I felt an instant of sharp pain and then...nothing.
I opened my eyes, and saw myself in a bright room with some man standing over me. Then I looked down and saw a needle sticking out of my penis. WHAT THE HELL, I thought to myself. Then slowly realized, oh yeah, I paid them to do this. I started talking to Patrick and then slowly sat up. Then he inserted the jewelry which was not bad at all, and told me to look down at my "new friend." Then he stuck a surgical glove around my genitals and told me it was an easy way to catch the blood.
I was overjoyed! I HAD DONE IT! After thanking him for what seemed like 5 minutes, I tipped him then tenderly walked out, proud of my new piercing, smiling at everyone. I called everyone I felt safe telling this to, and then drove the remaining couple of hours to my friend's house.
The next couple of days sucked, peeing semi-dried blood, cussing everytime I walked, not being able to move in my sleep, but still, I HAD A PRINCE ALBERT. I've since then gauged it up to a 6g, and am still in love with it...as is my girlfriend.
As for me not being able to imagine myself like those people at Piercology, I now have 16 piercings, including an earlobe and frenum piercing I did on myself, and am training to be a professional piercer. I have to thank Tom, the piercer at The Jolly Roger for being an inspiration to me through all of this, (and I'm sure he thanks me for being a guinea pig on piercings.) I enjoy showing them off, YES, all of them, and educating people about piercings, making sure like they don't end up like me before that first magical needle.