Once more, my love of reading the BME experiences has been the opening doorway to a new piercing for me. This time however, it wasn't the common ear piercing, nose, or even nipples. This time, I wanted something different, something no one I knew had, so I browsed the pictures and stories of the female genital piercings since I had been thinking about them for months. For awhile I was captivated by the hood piercings, but chickened out at having someone go that deep into my junk with a needle. No, that wasn't for me. Finally, one night as I browsed, I stumbled over the section on Christina piercings and was instantly in love. I knew that this was something that, with my anatomy, I could pull off.
At A Glance Author Laurel Contact zyral@msn.com When It just happened Artist James Raimar Studio Holey Body out of Old Town Tattoo Location Saginaw, Michigan There was only one problem though. Having been fairly heavy-set my whole life I was very VERY self conscious of my body, I had no idea how I would ever get up the courage to have James Raimar pierce my mound. So the days went by and I would go in to Old Town Tattoo and Holey Body piercing just to look at the portfolio labeled "Soft core" to check out some of the other genital piercings Jim had done. After looking at these pictures a few times I finally decided "Well, he's seen worse than mine...I might as well just do it."
I was still hesitant though, and sent him a message via the dreaded Myspace, asking a few questions about cost and how often they reject. In the message I voiced my concern about flashing my junk around and he assured me that it was really no big deal and that if I really wanted the piercing, I should just go ahead and do it, junk flashing be damned! At the assurance that it really wasn't a big deal I decided I'd go for it.
That night I jumped in the shower and scrubbed and shaved, making sure that I wasn't going to look or smell like some cave-woman when I walked in the next afternoon. It was late at night, so I promptly fell asleep.
The next day I took another shower, and headed down town, remembering about half way there that it was the fourth of July and that they would be closed. So I sat at the coffee place next door for awhile, enjoyed some fireworks, and headed home to try again the next day, hoping that I wouldn't lose my courage that I had carefully built up.
Again, the night passed and I called my friend Liz to come with me on my second try, as I still had the guts. I had decked myself out in a skirt, for easier access, and felt horrendously girly as I walked in to Old Town. Jim walked up to the front and told me that the person who had made an appointment for this time hadn't showed up, so he was free to take me. Explaining the process, he took my VIP punch card and went back to bring up my consent sheet and autoclave the tygon tubing, needles, beads, and other things he'd be using. He asked if I had any questions and knowing that he was going to Europe within the next few weeks, I asked him if he set off metal detectors in the airport, laughing as he responded yes and explained that if you take your shoes off and scuff your feet, you're less likely to set the detector off. I signed my consent sheet after that, checking all of the little boxes and following Jim back to the piercing room with Liz at my side.
Once in the immaculately clean room, Jim said "Welcome back!" as I had just been in the week before for scar work, and I stood as he washed up, put gloves on, and opened the sterile packaging to get the ink to mark me. He asked again if I had any questions, and I declined again, then removed my underwear, tossed it into my purse, and went over so that he could see the area when I lifted my skirt. Cleaning me first he told me that this would feel a little weird and I laughed, feeling my knees shaking. I turned to Liz who was sitting on the bench watching and somehow got to talking about the fact that I had freckles on my mound. Jim then marked me after telling me I had perfect anatomy for a Christina and told me to check it out in the mirror, asking if I wanted it to be centered while standing or lying down. I chose to have it centered while standing and he made sure the mark was right and then I hopped up on the table, lying down on my back and still holding my skirt up.
Liz came and stood by my head and told me she would take a picture of my face instead of my crotch for Myspace and I laughed a bit, the nerves finally getting to me. Jim told me that the needle was going now and I had to breathe. It was a sharp, fairly intense pain as the needle went in, dull pain as it passed under the skin, and another sharp poke as it went out. I didn't yell or anything, but I'm sure my face contorted a bit as the needle passed through. I knew it was over because the pain instantly faded (blessed endorphins) and I started laughing a bit. Jim threaded the tygon through and made sure everything was alright, putting the end bead on and making sure I had clotted well. Liz handed me a mirror and I couldn't help but laugh and exclaim "Oh my god, I love it!" as I stared at the piercing.
Carefully I got off the table and put my underwear back on, looking once more at the cute bump that the top bead made on the fabric, and we headed out front to pay. After a huge hug from Jim, a congratulations, and an assurance that I'd be in the next month for a smiley, I headed out the door with a gorgeous piercing that I know I'll be happy with for a long time.