Greetings my fellow BME weirdo's, its been a while since I felt the urge to share an experience with you guys. But now the time has come to tell you all of the terrible death of my beautiful surface piercing. OH the agony.
At A Glance Author BRUTE When Three months ago Artist CINDIE Studio DENVER Location BRUTE PIERCING As most of the surface pierced individuals out there can testify, these glorious body modifications are a forbidden fruit- they don't last long, they leave hideous angry scars if not attended to properly or ignored, yet are so pretty and intriguing for those few months or weeks of freshness.
I had five surface pairings , and they are all gone for good. i had re-pierced, redo finagled and did everything I could to keep those sons of bitches in there place, all the while in denial of there predestined limited lifetimes. And because of my desperate actions , my last chance hope of saving the piercing themselves, I also gave my self about seven good thick indelible scars. FUCK. oh well, what can you do? Constant reminders of what was once so pretty, now a pulsing thick scar.
I pierced my wrists about four times each, three vertically and once horizontally. All these piercings migrated, or segregated form my skin, but instead of giving up hope for the spot they head been in, i just repaired deeper and bigger ( 10g on all of them) longer (7/8" in) and slightly at an angle to the last placement. I pierced my cleavage four times, and as well i have sunken pink and purple scar tissue that will NEVER go away, that changes color when I get cold or extremely agitated (its freaky but it does that shit) and just a plain out insult to myself reminding me of the gorgeous barbell that used to poke out of my bras and tanktops. I pierced my belly , paired vertical surface peircings, three times, and all of which are now a pair of thick pink scars. they did look cool, all of my surface lovelies, but they are gone. Thank god I took pictures.
And another thing about my now faded peircings. I should adress teh naked factor. The feeling you get after having thosse beauties of steel and metal in your epidermis removed, how naked and alone you feel suddenly, It terrible. That is a major factor in why i kept repiercings and redoing my adornments, the naked feeling you get after you take it out. It also kind of hurt a bit as the air went through the hole that first time. AHHH.
THe ways my jewelry eventually came out varied form voluntary removal to mosh pit ripped out tradgeties, missing balls and falled barbells (cuz those holes do clsoe up quick folks! a few hours and its damm near impossible to push teh jewelry back in wihtout a pointed edge), and the all time favorite wait till the ring in danling under the skin by a few layers of tissue just waiitng to be yoinked out. ON on i could not for the life of me screw the barbell off, so i was forced to waiti till the think migrated enough so i could cut it out with scissors. Cut the skin that is that kept it in. I latter opened the barbell with a pliars and a firm jerk, GO figure.
Sound adive as well, listne to people when they tell you about these things. I didn't. I was super piercer 2001 when i did mine, all the hot shot i refused to acknowledge the fact that these things ARE going to migrate out, ther's no way around it. MAke sure you know the won't last, but they will leave you a nice scar for a present. Get ready for the disapointment. But like they say, better to have loved and lost then to have never loved before. Or something like that cheese.
Perhaps if I would have extracted the jewelry before the piercings got too fucked up to control, i would be in better shape, the scarring would be minimal, and all would be good. But no, they lure and the attraction to these exotic beauties made me cling to every minute of the jewelry occupying my body. I showed them off proudly, i played with tem (another big mistake) incessantly and i just felt so badass having them in. But now, I can tell people a plethora of stories as to why i have these symmetrical scars allover my body. Various bondage mishaps come to mind or the all too popular POW story of how i was locked in that chicken coop and poked at with sticks. Maybe not, but I'm making my point. Or not, oh well get over it.
Bottom line, be careful what you do with those needles. remember tomorrow those scars will be waiting for you, and unless you don't care, which in a way i don't -the pain lies more in the fact that they are gone and no more pretty silver balls on my skin,, then go for it. Enjoy them for the short lived fantasies they are. and for god's sake take pictures.