I finally got what I had wanted for the past 5 years. I took the big step to go down to my local and most trusted piercing studio... and get my triangle pierced. This is a story of a 5-year wait and the almost uneventful event.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Patrick Studio Koi Location Salt Lake City, UT My eye first wandered toward the hood piercing, more specifically, the horizontal hood piercing. It was neat, beautiful, and most of all, a small decoration to the one item on my body that brought me the most pleasure. I didn't want to rush into this piercing, and decided to take my time with deciding whether I would really go through with it or not. At this time, I was 18 and only one person other than myself had seen my naughty bits before. This person would be my female *bits* doctor. The thought of having some stranger, especially some man stranger looking deeply into my inner most... parts, disturbed me.
So I waited, and used this time to do more research. And with this research, I learned about the vertical hood. Now I was torn. Vertical or horizontal? Horizontal or vertical? I couldn't make up my mind and this only caused me to wait longer and longer, doing more and more research. Then I decided to explore. The clit piercing, the labia piercing, nothing caught my eye. And then I saw it. Triangle.
This was my piercing. This was the one piercing I would have adorn my body in the most intimate ways. But alas, a problem. The pain factor. Every single experience I read said that the pain was almost unbearable. And this caused me to wait. And wait. And wait.
And in March of 2004, I decided that I could wait no longer. A factor in my decision was that I have developed a loving trust of most of the staff at Koi Studios in Salt Lake City. I have been pierced by both Marty and Patrick, and I knew that they both had experience with this complicating piercing.
But still, the pain factor. I wussed out and bought a small package of EMLA cream from the BME Shop. When my package had arrived, I was still torn between using it or not. I have not used any kind of numbing agent on any of my piercing. I even turned down a couple on the use of my tongue and nipples. In the end, I believed that if the pain was the only thing holding me back from something I've wanted for so long, I should just swallow my pride and go though with it.
Saturday, my fiancé was at football practice and I decided before he left that I would skip his support, skip the waiting, and go by myself. With my cream tucked deeply into my purse, I made my way. I walked into the shop, up to the counter and quietly said that I wanted to get my triangle pierced. "WHAT?" the girl at the counter asked, loudly. "YOUR TRAGUS?" I said it louder. She repeated back even louder. Patrick, who was also behind the counter at the time looked over at me and I gave him a look of plea. *Please* I thought to myself, *do not repeat that word any louder. It's bad enough I'm exposing my kitty bits to someone who will poke a sharp object into it, but then you have to repeat that word out loud to a room full of strangers... I hope they don't know what you're talking about...* Patrick let out a chuckle. I think he was aware of what was going on in my mind.
I asked about the EMLA cream and this is where it gets tricky. The girl, who I will not name, seemed almost rude... but nice about it. A niceness in her rudeness if you could believe that. She made me feel ashamed that I would even consider using this product. And pain? Of course there's pain. It's a piercing for crying out loud. But you would think that she thought I was a complete dumbass, or maybe she did. All I know was that she was not piercing me, and would never pierce me, and that was the ultimate reason why.
Patrick said that he would be fine using it if I was ok with it and unlocked the bathroom door so that I could tend to myself. I had shaved earlier that morning because, well, isn't it the considerate thing to do when a stranger is a sneeze length away from your privates? This made it extremely easy to get the EMLA cream in only the most necessary of spots and then put the patch over it. The patch, as it says on the instruction box, really isn't needed for numbing of the genitalia, but I was using it so that it would not get on my underwear and then into my fresh piercing afterwards. The cream burned slightly, but that subsided within a minute and I was out of the bathroom door and sitting down waiting for my turn.
My turn happened to be as soon as I sat down. I sat down, crossed my legs, and then Patrick opened the door and said he was ready for me. The cream didn't have time to take affect! I didn't even have it on for 2 minutes. I didn't want to ask him to wait on me any more than he had to, after all, it was a Saturday and the shop was getting busier and busier. I told him I had to wipe the cream off and would only take a second. I ran back to the bathroom, took the patch off and cleaned up. I could feel everything. Trying to use the cream was useless. I figured that this was probably for the best. Numbness or no numbness, I was still going to go through with it. I actually felt better that in the end, I had no affect of the cream whatsoever.
I walked into the room and stripped from the waist down, leaving my socks on. I told him how embarrassing this was and he started laughing and said that he was so focused that he really didn't notice. I sat with my feet touching flatly against the other, spread eagle while he rested his arms on my legs and talked to me while he was preparing. I was getting pierced with a 12 gauge needle, and my jewelry was a circular barbell, as we had discussed when I was filling out my paper work. He was looking for the spot. He was marking the spot. The whole time, all I thought was *There is a strange man between my legs. This man is entirely too close to my kitty bits. This man has a sharp needle in his hand. I can feel everything he is doing. I spent money on a cream I will never have any use for...*
And with that, it was done. He didn't have me prepare. He didn't have me take a deep breath or count to 3. I felt him poke around and then push. By the time the pain had registered, it was already done, and not worth screaming, which put me in complete shock. That couldn't have been it. I looked down on him *Still entirely too close to my kitty bits* and asked him if he had pierced me. He grinned a wide toothed grin. I was pierced.
I was bleeding quite a bit. He talked to me calmly while cleaning the area. This, combined with my high level of endomorphines, made me forget that there was now a man entirely too close to my bleeding kitty bits. He is a damn fine piercer, and I asked if it would be ok if he would be my very own piercer. He said he would be honored.
I jumped up and put on my pants. He went over the aftercare and said that he wanted me back in the studio in 2 weeks to see how it was doing. I tipped him, paid the cashier, and I was on my way. The drive home was a blur. I usually don't drive after I get pierced, and I felt lightheaded and floaty. I got home, put on some comfortable pants and lounged around until my fiancé came home. I showed him, explained the after care and no sex rule, and then we went about our day.
for the most part, this piercing seems to be very easygoing. Granted, it acts up when I move or twist a certain way, but it seems fine. I've yet to touch it, only bothering it to use a saline soaked q-tip to remove crusties and sea salt soaks to clean and soothe the piercing. I've experience a great deal of positive sensation, and I have to say, I can't wait for this piercing to heal enough so that I may fully try it out.
All in all, I can't for the life of me figure out why I waited so long to get this done. It is a very beautiful and very worthwhile piercing. If you are near the Salt Lake area, I suggest going to Koi Studios and having them use their experience, professionalism, and good nature to give you a great experience in piercing, as I have had.