Before reading any further, I want to treat my opening paragraph as sort of a disclaimer. I am all for genital piercings, granted they are done properly, with the correct gauge and aftercare instructions. I will be bitter in the following paragraphs, only because I had a bad experience, but I do not wish to turn anyone from getting a hood ring.
At A Glance Author jenn Contact jenn@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Some twisted sicko Studio A&J Bodypiercing Location Stephenville, NL Over Christmas, myself and my friend Dionne (name changed) were conspiring to do many things upon our return to college, which we both attended on the other side of our province. The biggest one, was to get pierced *down there*, it was something I had always wanted to do, and I figured being 20 years old, why put it off any longer.
Upon our return to residence, she almost chickened out, but I convinced her it was worth it, and she knew she wanted it, she was just afraid of how much it was going to hurt. We jumped in a cab, because the place is across town, and of course the cab driver was asking questions. First thing he says (jokingly) is "So what are you girls getting? Earrings through your tongues?" and with that we both stuck our tongues out, to show off our already pierced tongues. With that, he started asking questions such as "Do they deaden it first or anything?" and I replied with "no way, that's the pussy way out!" and all I could hear coming from the backseat was "*cough* pardon the pun *cough*". Too funny because the cabbie had no clue what was on the go.
So. We arrive at A&J. (insert shudder here) We look around, because it's a smoke shop, as well as a adult novelty shop, as well as a piercing studio. If I can call it a studio. Now don't get me wrong, it's clean, and it's professional, but (and there is always the but) the piercer is a MORON.
First of all, I introduce myself and Dionne, she was well known there because she had stretching done there, as well as a nipple, tongue, conch, labret... you get the picture. We told the woman on the counter what we wanted pierced. I initially wanted a vertical hood, and Dionne wanted a horizontal. We were both convinced that the horizontal would be more satisfying sexually, so we went with that. I had also read that a larger gauged piercing would satisfy me more, but it was usually achieved by stretching. I had adrenaline pumping, and I was scared, but somehow against our better judgment the sick and twisted "piercer" convinced us that 10g rings would be suitable. Note, he never looked at either of our extremities to see if we were equipped for the piercing, let alone a larger gauge.
So, I know my first mistake, agreeing to a 10g.
I go first, dropping my pants and such, and getting up on the bed. Piercer is washing up and such. Dionne is biting her fingernails off. He inspects me, and goes ahead with the clamp. He doesn't warn me when he is putting the needle through, which is fine by me, but the degree of pain I suffered when that needle went through is insane. It honestly felt like Freddy Krueger's knifed hand had gouged out half my genital area. I twisted, I arched, I did everything but move my hips, because I knew I could screw it up further. He then showed me the needle, and threw it in the bucket dealy. I lay there for a few minutes, and when I got up, that was the scariest part. There was a puddle of blood on the table the size of a dinner plate! That's not even mentioning what I bled in the next few days.
Dionne was next. She was scared by the expression on my face when I was pierced so she needed some reassuring. When the needle went through her, she screamed bloody murder! We both agreed that it was a never again process.
What rotted me most was what happened next. He said "By the way girls, I might have told you I pierced you with 10's, but you guys are pierced with 8's."
I asked why. He claimed it was because he was a sick f-ck.
I didn't know what to say! It was insane. When you are piercing someone, you tell them exactly what is going on, and don't do something like that without their consent first, like holy god forgive me I was rotted. Then, to top it all off, told me not to wash it. Just keep any soap or anything away from it in the shower, and let plain water run over it and it will heal fine. What kind of advice is that? Not good advice, that's for sure!
Point of this being; do not ever, EVER let anyone convince you to pierce such a delicate area with an 8g. Or a 10g. Or even a 12g is pushing it.
On a closing note, one month later, both piercings rejected. It's six months later, and I have a gross scar to show for it. It was a waste of $60, and I hope to turn anyone reading this from letting the guy at A&J pierce them.