I had wanted to get my inner labia pierced for the last year or so. Unfortunately, I am not anatomically gifted enough for this one (extremely small labia). My piercer asked if I had ever considered doing a Fourchette. I wasn't even sure what it was. He described to me where it was placed and as soon as he did I remembered seeing this piercing in PFIQ before. I had always loved the way it looked, but since I didn't know anyone with it done, so I was slightly hesitant getting it myself. I have always liked being able to talk to people who have the piercing I'm looking at getting before I get it. It's a comfort thing for me.
At A Glance Author johnnybucksgirl Contact mnskl@hotmail.com When Six months ago Studio Saint Sabrina's Location Minneapolis, Minnesota I talked with him (the piercer), at length about the procedure and any consequences. He said from his experience it was pretty easy piercing but the rejection rate could be high. This really didn't worry me. I've had around 10 or so piercing's that have all been successful. I thought it over for a few days and discussed it with my boyfriend (who was not happy about any genital mod I wanted to do). I decided to go ahead with it.
The excitement was overwhelming! I love getting mods of any kind, but especially genital piercing. I made the appointment right away to get it done in a few days. I couldn't wait! I love getting them done as soon as I make my final decision. But, I had no choice other than to wait (sigh). I already had my clitoral hood done, vertical, and I loved it! I kept looking at the area to be pierced in the mirror and trying to imagine what it was going look like. All that did was make me more excited.
Finally, the day had come! I walked into the shop, my heart beat already starting to increase, that wonderful knot you get in your stomach when you know in the next 30 min., and you'll have a beautiful new addition to your body! I went upstairs, filled out my paperwork, and waited to be called back. As soon as I heard my name, I started to sweat. I don't know why I have such strong reactions, I've never had anything really hurt at all. I think it's just the excitement. I stood up and walked over to the jewelry counter where, Scott (my piercer), was waiting. He helped me pick out appropriate jewelry (we chose a curved SS barbell, 12 gauge) and then went to wash up. After a minute or so he told me I could come in his room and have a seat while he finished setting up a few things. I was familiar with the routine and knew better than to look on the tray where all the little gadgets were. It has always made me really nervous to see that stuff. Mostly just the clamp and needle b other me. At this point I was just asking any final questions I had and trying to calm myself down before I have a heart attack.
Scott said I should undress from the waist down and lie on the table. He then pulled out the stirrups and placed each foot in one and examined the area to be pierced. When he grabbed the skin to get a better look at it, I felt a lot more confidant that this would be a pain free experience. He marked and clamped the area (at this point I'm already doing my deep breathing exercises), told me to take a deep breath in and out, and it was done! If I didn't know what was happening, I would've thought someone was just pinching me a little. Wonderful feeling! It was finished, and there was hardly any bleeding or discomfort involved. I couldn't even tell it was there. Plus, it looked spectacular! Perfectly straight and lined up with the BB in my hood.
Everything was going great, no drainage and little to no pain, until about the 6th or 7th day. I noticed it was starting to hurt a bit when I would sit down, it felt almost like the curve of the bar started digging in. I let it go for a few days before I went back to the shop and talked to Scott. We both agreed to try a straight BB instead. Getting the jewelry changed wasn't painful at all, much to my relief since I had been having problems with it. The new BB felt great, I was positive that would solve the problem.
Everything was going well for the next 2 weeks, I thought I was in the clear. Unfortunately, I started to experience a slight pain when I'd sit down again. I examined the area, thought I may have just irritated it, decided to keep an eye on it and give a couple of days before I went running back to the shop.
Three days later I woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom. There was a spot of blood on the toilet paper, I immediately grabbed a mirror and inspected the piercing, only to find that it had rejected. The jewelry was only being held in by a thin little piece of skin. I was terrified about trying to take it out, I did not want to rip the rest of tissue since by this point, and it was really sore. I had my legs thrown up every which way trying to get at a good enough angle to see what I was doing. I'm sure I must have looked pretty funny, I at the time, was not amused. I knew it couldn't be saved, and I was sad. I know that probably sounds stupid to some people, but I get really emotionally attached to my mods. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get at it well enough to get the balls off. Luckily, my boyfriend came over and gently removed the jewelry for me. He was baffled at how I could be so upset at the loss of a piercing (like I said, he wasn't really into m e getting it done in the first place).
I went over everything I may have done wrong, or what I could've done differently, but came to the conclusion that I was just not meant to have that piercing. I continued the sea salt soaks and mourned my loss for the next couple of weeks. I eventually got over it and I have decided to give it another try. Scott said it might be okay this time, but no guarantees. If I lose it again, I'll be sad again, but I really like that one. I think it's worth a try.