I have this problem with pride; at the slightest inkling of consideration my mind embarks on this exhilaration-fueled journey of what-ifs, and can-you-handle-its. I had never really considered getting my most prized possession pierced until stumbling upon a photo about a week before actually going through with it. To me, it demonstrated the most extreme of piercings, the most intimate of experiences, and the most painful of procedures. I used to write it off as a love affair with insanity which would make women have a needle shoved through their vagina.
At A Glance Author morgan Contact morgan@bme.anon When A month ago Studio Pinstruck Tattoo Location Newark, DE But then I posed the idea to a friend of mine, and it was full-steam ahead from there. In considering this latest addition, I never wanted the jewelry to be a decoration- or an accent. I am in love with my vagina in its most au natural state- it was simply an issue of not letting myself back down which drove me to get my vertical hood pierced.
There are about 7 tattoo/piercing studios a stone-throws away from my campus, and having experienced some slightly unpleasant experiences with most of the above I decided to try somewhere completely new. I researched Pinstruck Tattoos online, and was greeted with a vast amount of photos and information about their piercing procedures which led to my confidence.
I walked in and practically screamed what I wanted to the poor apprentice at the front desk. I was so proud of the leap I was about to make and wanted everyone to experience it with me. I waited a short time for the piercer to prep his area, and then lugged two of my good friends into the back room with me. (This i greatly appreciated since previous parlors denied my request to squeeze a friends hand beyond recognition.) I stripped down the second my curtain was drawn, since I was fully prepared for baring all. I laid on a saran-wrapped table with my legs spread to the wind. It was an issue of hilarity to everyone how nervous I was, resting in a pile of my own sweat- my stomach clenched and groaning.
The piercer marked where the needle would go through and asked if the placement was alright. I fidgeted and stalled, pretending I knew what I was talking about when I asked if thats where it was supposed to be. I asked him how many of these he had done, he chuckled and answered more than he could count. I dismissed his chuckle and just continued to spew out questions. I asked if it would be worse than what my nipple was like- and he so accurately claimed that he had no idea what that was like for me. He finally told me if I wasn't ready, he wasn't going to pierce me- the last thing he wanted was my legs jerking, or my pelvis thrusting. He then noted that this was the longest he had been in front of a naked girl for about 6 months.
I laid back, told him I was ready- and waited for the worst pain of my life....which never came. Of course there was slight discomfort, as with any piercing- but as I had read before- the clamp was the most uncomfortable part. It took him just seconds to get the jewelry in, and was completely finished in less than 2 minutes. I jumped up, reached for the closest hand mirror and fell in love with my vagina all over again. He started to recite the basic cleaning measures and suggested that I be especially careful during sexual contact, which I should put off for the next 2-3 weeks. He told horror stories of "cock rings" getting caught and tearing some womens' piercings away. Wanting nothing to do with the penis or male-sexual-contact, I assured him that that wouldn't be a problem. He then mentioned, on the other end of the spectrum, to watch for the bottom ball coming loose- with all the "lesbian-activity" going on down there.
Almost reluctant to re-dress, i hopped up, paid a mere $75 and was on my way. There was absolutely no discomfort, no twisting, no turning, no catching on underwear. I could criss-cross, bend down, and do jumping jacks without feeling anything. 3 weeks later, I still clean her twice a day with antibacterial soap and a sea-salt-soak in the shower.
And just as everyone with this piercing has at one point stated, it's the cutest little secret one could have. The hardest part, I find, is to not scream and wail down the street that I actually went through with it, and feel much more empowered because of it. I'm now considering additional piercings in that area, for pure aesthetic reasons, knowing the experience is almost pleasurable with the combination of adrenaline and pride.
For absolute minimal pain, there was an incredible gain- I've been having the best bus rides of my life!