As I've gotten older and my addiction to body modification has grown, the desire to have genital piercings has increased. I feel like I have almost everything else done already, so why not decorate my naughty bits as well? In addition, I had previously been slightly insecure about the way my vagina looks. My inner labia are very large and pronounced, and the left one has a strange little flap and is slightly misshapen. I decided to embrace their size, by piercing them on each side and eventually stretching to a large gauge (I hope to one day have them at around 1/2", with tunnels).
At A Glance Author Riona Contact Riona@bme.anon IAM agirlnamedfury When It just happened Artist Vic Studio the Trashcan Jr. Location Philadelphia My friend Vic has been a piercer for a while, and has performed numerous piercings on myself and friends. I wanted him to do it, as I felt a bit insecure about dropping trou in front of a stranger in a studio somewhere, and I knew Vic would do a good job. He had never done any genital piercings before, but I was confident in his abilities, and after a bit of convincing, he agreed to do it for me.
I wanted to start off with a fairly large gauge, so I decided on 8 ga. Not too small, but not big enough to be heavy and delay healing. While on a trip to New York City to visit my parents, I stopped at Unimax and purchased two 8 ga needles and two 8 ga CBRs. Saturday I came back to Philly, and Sunday evening I went over to the Trashcan Jr., which is where Vic lives with my other friends Alison, Brett, Andy, and Hatter.
Vic had had his hand mauled by an angry demon dog the night before, but insisted that he was okay to pierce. I trust him completely, so we finished watching Gray's Anatomy and then headed upstairs to his bedroo, which doubles as his studio. I had had a blunt before, thinking it would relax me, but of course I was wrong. It did the exact opposite. Figures.
My friend Alix was getting her nipples pierced too. Alix and I both wanted to go first, but I let her, since I'm the "experienced" one and she probably needed it more than I did. I was in charge of holding her hand, but she barely even flinched. I was impressed!
I was a completely other story. Let me just say this: Getting stoned before a piercing is a baaaaaad idea. The most painful piercing I've even had was increased tenfold by my smoking, I'm sure. I nearly broke my boyfriend Randy's hand off with my squeezing, and Vic had to hold my legs down so I wouldn't kick him in the face, or stab myself in the thigh with the needle hanging out of my nether regions, or both. Alison was in charge of taking pictures, which must have been hard for her, cause she hates watching piercings. Maybe watching it through a digital camera screen makes it a little better? I don't know.
First we spent about 15 minutes marking me, trying to make sure the marks were as centered as possible to give me maximum room to stretch later, and that they were even on both sides. When both Vic and I were satisfied, I lay down on his bed with a towel under my butt, and spread my legs in a loose "butterfly" position. (I think this is the most comfortable for both you and the piercer during this kind of procedure. It worked well for us.)
Vic had recently lost his ring openers, so he had to open the CBRs with pliers and a leatherman, holding the rings in between guaze to keep from scratching them. It looked difficult, but he finally got both of them opened. Then we were on!
The clamps hurt. Since the skin there is so stretchy, he had to hold them really tightly to keep the area as taut as possible, and it was torture. He lined up the needle with his marks, and I felt the small prick of the tip going through the first layer. Then came intense pain. I could feel the needle slowly sliding through each and every layer of tissue. Just when I thought it couldn't hurt anymore, it did. As the needle exited, I experienced the sharpest, burning pain of my life. I have had numerous piercings, including some unusual ones, such as my cheeks and smiley. This was by FAR the most painful. My reflexes were working overtime: I arched my back, grimaced through gritted teeth, and squeezed one of Randy's hands with both of mine. To an outsider it would have looked like I was experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was pure, excruciating pain.
I needed a breather before the ring went in, and when it did, we couldn't get the ball on. Let it be known, 8 guage CBRs are EVIL! After about 5 minutes of trying various methods, we gave up and thought of other ideas. We found a 10ga internally threaded horseshoe in my jewelry box that Alison was selling to Randy for his septum, and decided to use that. Alison, being an excellent friend, dug through her box and came up with a 10 ga CBR that had a fairly easy to move ball. So we sterilized, did a jewelry transfer in the first side, and the ball went in no problem. One down, one to go.
Then I needed another breather. I was going to go outside for a smoke, but Vic was like: "Just smoke in here." Vic is an angel. He hates smoke, but he knew it would calm me, to the point where he was letting me smoke in his bedroom. Randy gave me an empty beer bottle to ash in, and when I was done, I was ready for the other side.
Or I thought I was, but as soon as I felt the clamps, I asked for another breather. Vic is amazing, and he indulged me. For about a minute. Then he gave me a pillow to squeeze, a clean terrycloth wristband to bite on, I grabbed Randy's hand, and we proceeded.I knew the second one would hurt more than the first, as I learned with my orbital, cheeks, and nipples, so I braced myself for it. But it didn't help. I arched my back, gritted my teeth, and squeezed the pillow and Randy's hand. It was through. Vic removed the clamps and gave me a few minutes to relax before the jewelry transfer. Alison reminded me this one would be easier since we pierced at an 8 and were now putting in 10ga jewelry, so that helped. It was still painful, because the swelling kicked in immediately, but I managed. Vic screwed the balls on the horseshoe and cleaned me up as gently as he possibly could. Then we all had a laugh at my attempt to put on a pad and my underwear without closing my legs at all, and then my attempt to stand up and walk. I popped some advil, had a cigarette, and felt better. Vic and Alison offered me a chance to soak in their tub for a bit, and I am eternally grateful for that. It was the best feeling ever on my sore genetalia. Alison, I may be over in the next few days just to use your tub! Damn dorm showers.
They're so pretty though, and the pain was worth it. I'm still quite sore, but I'm walking better, and I don't regret doing them at all. I feel really good about myself. Afterwards, what with all my crying and screaming, I laughed and chided myself for being such a wimp. Alison said to me, "You just had the biggest needles I've ever seen shoved through your vagina! I don't think you're a wimp at all." That meant a lot. I love you, girl.
Today, a day after, there is still a little blood, so I'm wearing a pad with saline-soaked gauze on top that I change every hour or so. I have to stand up and sit down slowly and carefully, and will be avoiding my tight jeans for at least a few days. I'll be abstaining from sex for two weeks (I hope I can last!), and then I'll be careful until they're fully healed. I can't wait to stretch!