So I've always wanted a genital piercing and couldn't decide which one to get. My friend M, searched far and wide and decided to get her triangle done. I went with her, it went well and she was very impressed with it. So I thought why not, her's healed well and seemed to make her really happy. She had gotten it done at Industrial Strength by Tom. When we went back to have mine done, Tom no longer worked there. I've never been too impressed with the service at Industrial and didn't want to take my chances on it there. I ended up going with Body Manipulations because they are well respected and I've had good experiences there.
At A Glance Author RedLightWrithing Contact RedLightWrithing@bme.anon When Two years ago Artist Daniel (not sure, he's not there anymore) Studio Body Manipulations Location San Francisco The first mistake I made was to go on a weekend. Never ever get a piercing you care about on a weekend. It was really busy and I was the last piercing. Some friends had come and everyone got pierced. I was the last to go because mine seemed to be more complicated. I was also told that my piercer, let's call him Daniel because I really don't remember, was experienced in triangles and would have no problem. After waiting for an hour, we were all set to go. I put my legs in the stirrups and showed this wonderful stranger my parts. He set up and searched for the "spot" for about 15-20 minutes. For those of you that don't know, the triangle is a piercing that goes through the inner labia and behind the clit. I was having a curved barbell place there and the balls should ideally sit against the outside of the inner labia, parallel to the clit. The 'triangle" or the "spot" is hard to find and some girls can't have this piercing done. He checked me out and said there would be a no p roblem. After searching for what seemed like forever, he was ready to go. I braced myself, breathing in and then out, and BLAM it was done.
After collecting myself from the pain, I looked down through my parted legs and saw the most horrified look on Daniel's face. He had pierced it in the wrong spot. Not only was it in the wrong place, but came extremely close to the tip of my clit. Checking out the damage myself, I now had a barbell that went through both labia and when you spread my lips-there was a bar covering my clit. Daniel now completely ruined and nervous, asked what I wanted to do. I've been at the shop for hours, had my entire lower half spread to two friends and three piercers. What do I do? Give up? No, why would I do that. I had gone through too much to just leave wounded. My friend "M" was speechless and didn't know what I should do. I just kept getting a blank look of confusion. I decided to try again... Daniel then searched for the spot for now not 15-20 minutes but FOREVER. I swear to you that it was at least half an hour maybe more, but you have to keep in mind I now have a wound there. He sea rched and searched, rubbing the area with his rubber gloves, pinching and prodding. He was so nervous and upset from the previous fuck up that he couldn't concentrate. He then declined the duty and called for Paul. Paul then searched for about 10 minutes, and prepared to pierce me. Screaming "FUCK" for the second time, it was done. Operation success.
Now what followed I don't wish on anyone. As days went on, the piercing turned black from all the bruising and every step I took was in agony. When I would clean it in the shower, I would fall from the excruciating pain it would cause. I went back several times to the shop to make sure it was healing ok. The uninterested folks the helped me weren't there when it happened and didn't really care about my blackened snatch. They said it was fine and sent me on my way. The damn thing wouldn't heal and I was always in constant pain. The reason for all the pain turned out to be the second piercing tearing back into the first initial piercing...because days later...you could part my lips and see that lovely bar right where it wasn't supposed to be. One side of the bar stayed in place and the other side grew down to the first hole. It was anything but parallel. I don't believe in taking out or retiring piercings but I had no choice. I haven't had a piercing since and don't know who t o trust. I really want my nipples done, but I can't get up the nerve. What's a girl to do? I'm sure there are lovely genital piercings out there that bring lucky girls pleasure, but I'll will never again part my legs to a rubber gloved stranger...