How I Started the Yee-Hah Sisterhood...
At A Glance Author Yee-hah Sister Contact Yee-hah Sister@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Tonia Studio Body Piercing Unlimited Location Anchorage, AK My journey to hood piercing began one night online looking up information about nipple piercing for a friend who was considering having it done. I saw a link on hood piercing and clicked on it, curious. Why would ANYONE EVER do something like that to themselves? I read about the anatomy and how it all works and I was sold! I have a strong medical background and knew that THIS was what I was looking for to regain the libido I had lost after having birthed three children.
I spent the next week talking to women who had pierced their hoods to see what they felt about it. Did they like it or not? And what was the pain going to be like? Did they have more children after having been pierced? What did their partners think? Would they do it again? Finally it was like beating a dead horse for information because I knew that the only way I would know more was to just suck it up and DO IT!
I waited for my opportunity and had two friends committed to going with me and doing theirs also as a pseudo support group. The day came and they had 'other plans' which meant 'I don't think I can do it'. I was determined to go anyway so I did.
I showed up at the piercing studio at about 12:30 in the afternoon right after they opened and was SO relieved to find that the female piercer on staff was in fact doing the piercing that day. I paid my $70 and sat down with the literature they give for 'Female Genital Piercing' which tells you all the technical cleaning facts but none of the big stuff that you really want to know. About 10 people had walked in behind me and signed up for their various piercings and were sitting around the waiting room all in anticipation of their new jewelry. They all had friends with them too. I sat there with adrenaline surging through my veins wondering when I would finally be called in and whether I would need to puke before I got there.
Finally Tonia, the piercer, looked me in the eye and said, "You're up." I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. She told me to take off my clothes from the waist down pointing at a chair where I could put them. Stupidly, I stood there waiting for her to leave the room like my doctor always does. She turned around and just pointed at the chair again while she finished getting all her supplies ready. I undressed and tried to breathe deeply. That failed so I just got what air I could in past the lump in my throat. I lay on the table with my legs spread like she instructed me and she measured and marked and cleaned all that she needed talking me through every step. She showed me the receiving tube that she would be piercing into and then told me to take a deep breathe and blow it to the side and to make it count.
The pain was startling. So much more than I had expected and yet not nearly what I had steeled myself for. I came up half way off the table thinking that I would slap the shit out of whoever had just done that but about half way up my senses restored and I realized, 'that was not so bad after all'. She proceeded to place my jewelry and give me more aftercare instructions while I joked around with her about how that was really no worse than a yearly exam to which her reply was, "And it is at least as beneficial." I left the place feeling a little like I had a secret that I was carrying between my legs that o one else knew about...and it was GOOD.
I have carried a secret between my legs for most of my life before this. It was not a good secret. It was a secret of pain and torment. It was a secret of shame. I was sexually abused by a stepfather for years and then date raped while living on my own. I had carried a secret feeling of being mangled and scarred 'down there' for my entire adult life through ten years of marriage. After having my first child I actually had scars to prove that I was no longer 'whole' as well. My hood piercing washed all of that away. I had decorated and embraced my most secret of places in a way that proclaims to all who go there that it is beautiful and worthy of decoration. I exclaim to myself that I LIKE sex and I like it A LOT and NOTHING is wrong with that. I am a whole woman finally...and all because of one little piece of skin with hardware. And that is what my hood taught me...I AM BEAUTIFUL!
( I have since welcomed several friends to my new way of seeing the world and formed a Sisterhood of those who turned their 'Uh-huh' to a 'Yee-hah'...thus the title...)