I did my first piercing of any sort in March, during spring break. Living in a very piercing unfriendly household, and feeling extremely the need for metal, I had been itching to get a piercing, but a professional job was out of the question( i was still 15 at the time).
At A Glance Author Daisy Contact Daisy@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Me Studio my bedroom at 3 a.m. Location Idaho So the obvious (to me) choice? Do it myself! I have about eight million safety pins and other small, sharp and pointy objects laying around my room, so how to do it (and what with) was pretty much a no-brain sort of thing.
However, I didn't put much thought into the actual piercing itself. It was about three o'clock a.m. on the first Tuesday morning of spring break. I was in about hour forty something of seeing how long I could stay awake for, and had drunk an extremely inappropriate amount of coffee. I was laying on my bed, looking at myself( I am a closet nudist) and thinking about piercings, when the idea just sort of popped into my head. I thought I would really like to have a german ladder. Why not? I thought. It's just surface piercings, so it can't be all that difficult.
I took about seven medium sized safety pins, soaked them in rubbing alcohol and such, and got ready. First, I shave all annoying hair about the area, swabbed it with iodine, donned rubber gloves and so on. I debated attempting to make clamps, but I was getting too anxious to have some metal in me, as I didn't even have my ears pierced at the time.
The first safety pin went in no trouble at all. I just took a pinch of skin about center, and pushed( there was pain, but I was so tired i couldn't really feel it). when I attempted to insert the second one, however, I was sufficiently awake to feel the pain and think about the fact that I was piercing my most valuable possession with a safety pin soaked in rubbing alcohol while extremely tired and seeing double because of it. It seemed to be a shame to waste the pain I had already gone through, though.so I left the first pin in, and eventually drifted off to sleep, having beaten my own record of forty-two hours by a good twelve-and-a-half minutes.
By some amazing stroke of luck, I was not immediately set upon by infection, and the next day perambulated down to my local piercing shop, where I purchased a plain steel barbell to put through it. So far so good.
However, I then made an extremely bad choice. Thursday night, I went to a punk show, and in the pit, one of my balls (the ones attached to the jewelery attached to my penis, not the ones actually attached to me) unscrewed and came off, taking the barbell with it. Imagine my surprise when, answering a call of nature, found missing something from an area you do not want to lose something from!
Fortunately, it had not been too long, and, it being a punk show, I had a copious amount of safety pins on me, and immediately rectified the situation with some makeshift jewelery.
Soon after however, infection set in. My ill-fated little piercing swelled and grew angry and red, and though I soon nursed it back to health, I still have a small scar to show for my efforts.
A rarely-mentioned side effect of having your penis pierced is what a great pickup line(and excuse to expose yourself to others) it is. I got seven phone numbers by virtue of my little metal friend, and exposed myself to around twenty people including several L D S folks(with permission, of course) and one teacher.
After about two months of having fun exposing myself to anyone who would let me (even though I do that piercing or not), my little friend was fully healed. I tried several times to finish the ladder, but could never quite bring myself to actually get the safety pin through ( really never did learn my lesson on the Do It Yourself piercings).
However, I had pierced it a little right of center due to my exhausted stupor, and as I have Obsessive- Compulsive Disorder, this little nugget of anti- symmetry gnawed upon my psyche until I gave in and removed it, letting it heal up.
I still have the scar, to always remind me of the effects of piercing at home, especially of those parts of your body you really don't want to lose or scar for life anytime soon. That needs to be done by a professional. Also, not going to a concert with a three day old piercing is advisable as well. I hope you learned something from my experience, so I will be the only one one with a scarred( but still perfectly functional), once-pierced john thomas.