"Hi, this is Pingy with an amazing breaking story. Several more horrors were being watched, resulting in a major piercing decsion. It all began over a scream over appointment cancellations and ended with a non-bloodbath in this extensive Liverpool house. . . ."
At A Glance Author Pingy Contact Pingy@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Myself Studio In my bedroom Location Birkenhead, UK Okay, I'll shut up with the mock-up Scream quotes and get right to it. . . .
Right, before I start, I'd like to say that what you are about to read it's not something I would recommend that anybody would do. Most people would agree with me that I took an irresponsible and prehaps dangerous risk. I do not condone this is any way, and if you're going to do it, PLEASE be careful. As genitals are sensitive and infections from dirt there is much more of a possibility, I would seriously recommend you go to a professional for this type of modification.
Anyways, warnings aside, some info about me: I'm nineteen years old, have been interested in tattoos (I have thirty seven) and piercings (I lost count!) - lips, eyebrow, nose, various ears, tragus, bellybutton and formerly a self pierced tongue web (which migrated out completely) and a nipple that was pierced poorly. Since getting my first tattoo last May at eighteen, my interest in piercings had somewhat waned a little. But I have wanted labial piercings since I learnt about them via BME, but since I'm mostly spending the money on ink and other stuff, it never got done. Until two days ago.
I had planned on getting two tattoos (cherries on my nape and a cat on my lower back - I'll submit pix), and trailing up a neighbouring area the salon was shut again without warning. Irritated, I schlepped down to the other salon and booked an appointment (I went to the other one mainly because it was a walk in and you didn't have to have an appointment), so my tattoos were set to be done on the thirteenth of July (yesterday). So that was all good. I was just peeved I didn't get them today.
I decided I was going to get drunk (stupid idea really considering that I work mornings starting from seven) and watch horror videos. I watched I Know What You Did Last Summer and was pumped with adrenaline and fear as well as alcohol, and halfway through watching the gorgeous Matthew Lillard fooling about in the party scene in Scream, it hit me - should I try and pierce my labia? Several of my ear piercings (two helixes and several lobes) had been done whilst drunk, which is a dumb idea. I'm surprised I even got them straight. Now, once I get an idea in my head, it stays there. If I decide I want to do something I've been thinking of, I have to do it. So I paused the video, went into the bathroom and sterilised a sewing needle, got a pot of salt and a peircing stud (do you need me to elaborate about what a stupid idea that was?). The stud is actually solid gold though, and not one of those shitty silver plated things -I wouldn't have done it otherwise. It's proper gold and the pair cost my over sixty pounds (forty dollars I think), with genuine sapphires. My family were downstairs watching a film of their own so it was a good night for it. I wasn't menstruating or pre-menstrual, which are bad times to do it. If I was a professional artist I would not pierce somebody if they were on their period, or someone who hadn't washed.
I washed the area thouroughly with cotton wool and weak brine. I've recently recovered from a nasty chemical burn from where I sat on a post-dried mopped floor - cleaned with something that contained ammonia. Doc confirmed it was a second degree chemical burn and that I would be scarred for life, but it would be faded into a slightly darker saddle. So I couldn't do this until the burn (which didn't touch my inner pussy, just the surrounding skin) had healed and there was no open tissue.
The alcohol had numbed me, and I picked up my stud and positioned the area. I put a finger on the outer side and decided I'd be pushing it through the inner side first so the butterfly back wouldn't be rubbing and causing problems. Piercing my left lip was pretty much inevitable as I couldn't pierce with my left hand well and the left one is bigger. I pushed once and a sharpish-dull pain came through. I was about to give up and stood up. But the stud stayed in place. I could barely see what I was doing but I had the stud in the right place. Looking down, it was a quarter of a way through.
So again, I pushed harder. I felt no blood, but it did hurt. I felt the skin give; it was definitely going through. As a last resort, I turned to the TV ahead of my bed which I was crouched by and watched Tatum getting killed by the garage door in order to distract myself. Usually when I get tattooed I like to watch the procedure. Weird as when I pierce myself I prefer to look away (except to see what I'm doing).
I gave it another hard push and the tip popped through most of the other side. Taking a deep breath and glad the pain had numbed somewhat, I used my fingers of my left hand to press around the tip, and my right hand to grasp the stud head. Taking a deep breath, I pushed again. I'm used to the way I pierce my ears with them (my lips were done that way as well, which was a bad idea, thankfully they turned out fine) - first the tip goes in, then the middle and the thinnest part is just coming out of the other side, and then it's another push to get the thicker area through, and that one's usually the worst.
As I did so, a strange sensation came through. It wasn't overly painful - it just felt like a very sharp pinch - came and I temporarily distracted myself from watching Jamie Kennedy and Matthew Lillard talk about Sidney to bang this thing through one last time - it had gone in! An amazing sense of accomplishment and achievement raced through me, adding to the pain, the heady high of the booze and the adrenaline induced by the films. It felt absolutely fantastic. In a daze, I popped the gold back on.
It didn't hurt again for the rest of the night, and I slept with semi-tight cotton knickers on in case I clipped the area (ouch!). Too tight knickers would cause irritation, and too loose ones could catch on the piercing and tear it out. The next day I realised what I'd done and I'd have to be careful at work. But it didn't hurt at all, and hasn't today. I am taking good care of it, cleaning it several times a day. And yesterday I was able to get my new tattoos as well, so I am one happy chappess.
It was a good experience, and I am very impressed with the results. I wouldn't recommend it though. Go to a professional, your safety is more imprtant and is worth the extra money. My piercing has given me no pain whatsoever moving about, so I'd recommend this piercing to anyone who wants it.
Good luck, happy piercing