I've only recently become interested in body piercing. Until that time I never would have dreamed that what I'm about to tell would happen.A few months ago I was browsing through my online news service and I came across an article on piercing. Specifically it was in relation to tongue and lip piercings and dentistry. I read through it, and it provided a hyperlink to BME. Clicking that hyperlink changed everything for me. I started reading some of the stories posted, and looking at the different piercings.
The more I read, the more I became intrigued by the idea of genital piercing. I looked through the different types, and figured if I ever got one it would be a reverse Prince Albert. That way I could still use a Prince's Wand, but I didn't want a PA because what I'd read said your stand-up pissing days would be over. I didn't want that. I kept reading, and thinking about it.
I talked with my fiancee to see what she thought about the whole thing. Of course, she thought it was weird, but didn't have any major problem with it. I think she believed I was joking. I called up the two studios in town to get some information. I set an appointment with Megan at Camden Chameleon to discuss the pros and cons of a couple different piercings.
Some of the questions I wanted to know were how many reverse PA's she'd done, and what kind of stuff I could expect during the healing process. It turns out that she had done one on her boyfriend also, so she had as close to first hand knowledge as a female can get. Also, she could tell me the difference it makes during sex. (She says two thumbs up!)
I asked about her procedures, took a look at the piercing room, and her most recent autoclave inspection certificate. (These are things I learned to ask for from BME) After that I went home. It was a tuesday night.
Wednesday morning I called Megan and set an appointment to get it done thursday night after work. She told me to make sure I ate something beforehand to keep my blood-sugar levels normal. The minute I hung up, nervousness started settling in. I was really going to do it! That night I went out and bought a couple bottles of antibacterial soap for the aftercare and washed all my bedding so that would be clean, too.
Thursday morning I woke up and took a shower, then went to work. I had only told one person what I was going to do, and swore her to secrecy. The day seemed to drag on and on. The more time went by, the more nervous I got. But I was determined to go through with it, and wouldn't let myself chicken out. Finally work ended and I grabbed a bite to eat, then headed for the studio. When I got there, they were playing the Saturday Morning Cartoons CD on their stereo. Megan handed me the release forms which I read and signed, then led me back to the piercing room. I agreed to let her apprentice sit in, figuring that he's there to learn, and I would be baring all anyway. She pulled a new length of paper down across the table, I took off my pants, and hopped up. She put on gloves and began figuring what size ring to use and also marked where she wanted the needle to go. I chose green niobium (my fiancee always says I look good in green) with a hematite bead, 12ga. I thought about 10ga. but Megan said that from her needle supplier, the 12ga had a closer fit with her 12ga rings than the 10ga needles did to her 10ga rings. Whatever. I wanted to minimize blood flow because I had to go to work, so I went with the more snugly fitting 12ga.
While I was still sitting up she swabbed the top of the head of my penis with betadine, and then the inside of the urethra as well. She then had me put my arms behind my back, and lay down on them. That way I wouldn't be able to take a reflex swing at her when the needle went in. Upon reaching horizontal, I noticed the Janes Addiction poster on the ceiling. I don't know if the poster is meant to calm you, or make you go insane. She lubed up the receiving tube, and stuck that up my urethra. I know she was being as gentle as possible, but there were still a few moments that things got rather...uncomfortable. While she was lining everything up, she told me to breathe slowly and rather deeply. Finally she told me to take three deep slow breaths. I knew what that meant. One breath...Two...(oh, here it comes...) Three...
For about one and a half seconds, my whole body reacted to the needle going through. I had a sharp intake of breath, and I grunted, uuuggh! Yeah, it hurt, but it's nothing I couldn't endure. It's gone before you have time to really start screaming about it. I started breathing kind of quickly and sweating a bit, and Megan told me to slow down. I asked if there was going to be anymore pain, and she said no. She changed her gloves and picked up the ring. When she put the ring in, I told her she lied, because it did hurt some, but that was okay. I noticed that the stereo was playing Frente's version of "Let the Sun Shine In." Odd what you remember in times of stress.
Her apprentice gave me a glucose tablet, which is basically a SweetTart the size of a half dollar (strawberry flavored, yum). I then sat up, slowly, and took a look. I now had one more hole in my body then I was born with. There was no blood, and I asked how much there had been. She said none. Cool. She changed gloves again, had me lie back down, and started wrapping the piercing in gauze. She pulled one glove off her hand, and onto my penis inside out. Then she secured it with a rubber band, made sure it felt okay, and that was it! I got up, put my pants on, and listened while she again went over the aftercare. She gave me written aftercare directions, and some extra gloves. Then we went out front and I paid.
I went to bed that night, and the next morning found that blood had soaked the upper half of the gauze wrapping. I changed the dressing, grabbed a new glove, and went to work. There weren't any real problems although I did walk and sit V e r y C a r e f u l l y. The next morning there was less blood, and only spots for one more day. I've been washing the piercing twice a day with antibacterial soap, and keeping my hands, clothes and bed very clean. It's now three weeks later and I'm having no problems. The only thing is that the ring tends to get pushed to the right or left by my underwear. I'm watching carefully to make sure that doesn't complicate things.
I love my reverse PA! My fiancee thinks it's Very Cool, and my sister is at a loss for how to one-up me this time. I continue to check out BME, plus online body jewelry pages and other links. I will get a Prince's wand pretty soon. I know I want more piercings. I'd like to do my tongue, but I talk a lot at work and the boss would notice my swollen tongue during the first week healing. I'll have to save that for later. I think I'll do my septum next. That way I can tuck a curved barbell up inside, or a septum retainer. As far as genital piercings go, I'm thinking about an ampallang, or an apadravya, which would go farther back than the RPA. I also want to do a frenum, but I'm not sure if I want it forward, or farther back. Hell, maybe both! I may even do my nipples. I'll wait til this one heals more before I do anything else. That way I can spread my piercing experiences out over time. So this is what they mean when they talk about piercing addiction!