This story is in no way a recommendation for self piercing of any kind. It is merely my personal piercing story. Self piercing is NOT a good idea.
At A Glance Author sarahzio Contact sarahzio@bme.anon When A month ago Artist me, me, me! Studio on my big ol' bed I had been wanting to have my inner labia pierced for a few years. I wanted three little rings all on my right side. However, my husband and I never really had the money for all the additional tattoos I wanted ( my fifth one had to be a Christmas present ), let alone any new piercings.
This April I found myself free of the husband, in love for the very first time, and changing all manner of things in my life. My boyfriend and I were talking one day about tattoos and piercings ( he had his first two tattoos done a couple of years ago and a nipple ring that he'd since taken out; my five tattoos started on the day of my 18th birthday and may never be completed ) and the fact that we both wanted more of each. I told him about my wishes for my labia and, of course, he was intrigued. I knew that I didn't have the money to have it done, and I really couldn't imagine spreading my legs for some stranger. So I knew that I would just have to do it myself. I have an extremely high pain tolerance and knew I could get all the supplies I would need online, so that left only one issue. I really thought I would need my boyfriend's help. I knew how important it was to stretch the skin properly, and since I didn't want to spend the money on forceps, I figured I would need an extra pair of hands to stretch and hold the labia while my two hands were busy with pushing the needle through and then sliding the CBR through behind the needle. My boyfriend readily agreed, eager to see the finished piercings, yet not necessarily eager to watch the piercing process itself.
The day I had chosen to do the piercings started out full of excitement on both of our parts. However, by the time I had gotten my two little boys to bed, my ex had been calling and harassing my boyfriend so much that we were both in relatively sour moods. We decided that as disappointing as it was, the pierce-a-thon would best be done another night.
The next two nights my boyfriend had to be out of town and I was left alone with the piercing bug driving me crazy. I just couldn't wait for him to get home ( besides, I'd never pierced my labia before and have a weird need to do things for the first time privately if possible ). So I got out all my supplies about an hour before his scheduled phone call . I climbed up on our big ol' bed with my 14g needle, my three 14g CBRs, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a clean handtowel, and a bag of cotton balls. Initially, I was certain that I would need a cork to catch the needle upon exit, however that was just one more expense ( as I don't have corks just laying about my house). I figured I'd be fine going ahead without one, instead of waiting and doing it "right" ( impulse control has never been one of my strengths ).
All the experiences of self piercing of the inner labia that I've read about since, include a mirror as a definite necessity. I've always thought of myself as quite flexible but I guess I'm more flexible than I thought. A mirror never occurred to me. Besides, the first one went beautifully, both the piercing and the sliding in of the ring. I must have stretched the skin just right because the entrance and exit holes were lined up perfectly and that piercing lays nice and straight. I did learn, though, that I wished I'd ordered a larger gauge needle than ring to make it easier to for the ring to follow the needle through the new, tender hole.
The second one was done a centimeter or so back from the first and went almost as well. I guess either the skin was beginning to get thicker already, or that second pair of hands really would have been a better idea, because even though the needle popped through just fine, it was a little bit challenging to work the ring through to the exit hole. Now that piercing sits just a wee bit on the crooked side.
Then by the time I got to the third one I must have been far enough back that the labia was definitely a little thicker and I had quite a bit of trouble getting the ring worked through to the exit hole. It was at this point that I wished not only for that second pair of hands, but I also wished I had spent the extra five bucks on the pair of forceps that I had passed on when ordering supplies. That piercing would have been Quasimodo crooked had I actually managed to find the exit hole when sliding the ring through. So I just gave up, thinking that the more irritated it got the more chance I was taking of ending up with one very sore and possibly infected piercing. And I don't know about you, but that's one infection I didn't want to have to explain to a doctor. I figured two precious little rings were good for now, and I could always add the third some other night.
When my boyfriend called that night and heard my news, he couldn't wait to get back home and see my new adornments. We were both a little cautious about sex at first ( he more so than myself because I knew how they were feeling at any given time ) but didn't seem to have any difficulties at all. Since then they have healed up amazingly quickly with plenty of cleaning for a couple of weeks ( rinsing with water, then peroxide, then betadine while sitting on the potty after every use ). I still rinse with water after every use of the potty. I kinda wonder if I'll ever just use TP again.
I absolutely adore my new piercings. They're so pretty, and to me they symbolize my new freedom and my new Self ( a freedom and a Self that never could have been if I hadn't been brave enough to end a loveless and abusive marriage ). And now that I've taken the time to retell my story....I feel that naughty little piercing bug again. Hmmm, and I still have one adorable little purple CBR just sitting around looking so very lonely......