I had my clitoral hood pierced a couple of years ago. It was after I ended my first long – term relationship. Big transitions are the best time to celebrate life and mark it with a nice piece of body jewelry or some ink, I say. I did not do it immediately after the break up. Getting my scared ass to the piercing shop took a lot of time, and it was the hardest part of getting my hood pierced.
At A Glance Author Hydrochlorine Contact Hydrochlorine@bme.anon IAM Hydrochlorine When Five years ago Artist Bert Studio Passion for Piercing Location Groningen, The Netherlands. When I'm scared of getting something pierced, the first thing I do is gather as much quality information as possible. Search the net, ask my piercer loads of annoying questions (thank god he is a patient man) and ask others who lived to tell. My best source was a close friend, who actually inspired me with her raving reviews about her new found metal pleasure and her recent love of long bike rides(you know...;-D). She had a horizontal captive bead ring.
Another friend of mine wanted to have hers done as well. We spent many evenings giggling and working ourselves up about it. We are both the impulsive type, we think about it for ions, but once we decide it has to be done, it has to be done immediately. So the plan was if one of us was up for it, we would go. My piercer works without appointment, but for special piercings like this, an appointment would have been possible, so he could clear the shop for more privacy. But appointments freak me out and make me want to cancel, so we went just like that.
My friend was already doubting her decision, she did not have the money she said, but she also did not seem very up for it. When we entered the shop, it was crowded. It usually never is, just my luck. My friend asked me if I wanted to try again later, but I stuck to the plan, knowing that if I would leave the shop, there would never be a later. Even though I had a lot of piercings done, this one scared the shit out of me.
My piercer's girlfriend saw me standing in the corner, pale as can be, and she asked me what I wanted. I mumbled it out to her. Her reaction was an enthusiast one, she had a hood piercing too and she loved it. She asked if I wanted a vertical or horizontal one? A curved barbell or a ring? I stood there, thinking "Oh my god, I have options?! I thought about this so goddamn long and I totally forgot about the options! What do I choose?" I remembered the story of my one friend who had a horizontal ring, and she loved it. But sometimes she would complain that some of the skin of her labia sometimes got stuck in the ring. So I went for the vertical curved barbell. Both my piercer and his girlfriend recommended it. No skin could get stuck in the jewelry, and the bigger lower ball of the barbell would rest on the clitoris, which would guarantee a pleasant bike ride, my piercer said to me with a big smile and a wink.
Then, as the shop was still crowded, I had to wait my turn. It was awful. I sat there, getting paler by the minute. My friend was a bit worried, and so was I. I was so bloody nervous, I was close to fainting and I knew that most of the pain is not really pain but nervous stress release. So I knew the more nervous I would get, the more it would hurt. Which made me, of course, feel more nervous. The shop emptied and we went in the back room. My piercer is usually trying to be funny, but when he saw I was really nervous, he was very serious about things.
I had quite a struggle with the chair, it had no proper leg rests. So it took me a while to get settled. I snapped a bit at my piercer about his chair, nerves, I guess. I looked at my friend for moral support, and she looked almost just as nervous as I did. I almost crushed her hand in the process and I screamed my head off, yelling all sorts of vile and sordid profanities. I sighed with relief when he sprayed my private parts with aftercare spray. That was the best part, nice and cool. Did it hurt? I seriously would not know. I was so at the height of my nerves, if you would have tapped on my shoulder, I would have screamed. The most embarrassing part was when I went back into the shop to pay. The shop was no longer empty. Three people, who heard me scream loads of obscenities about my genitals, stared at me: a young mother and two kids who looked at least under 13. My friend did not find it embarrassing at all, "People that age should not visit a piercing shop.", she said, right after "Now I have seen you suffer, I'm so not having my hood pierced!"
In the end, it was all worth it though. I love it! It is like a built in tiny toy, the prettiest of playthings. And I did have some pleasant bike rides...