About two years ago, my girlfriend and I pulled a slip out of our date jar. It was a Friday night and we were feeling spontaneous. We had filled up the jar previously with ideas of dates that we wanted to go on together. The one we pulled up that Friday night was for piercings. We happily obliged. We practically skipped over to the piercing studio where we met up with our friend Becca who was still in training under Julia the owner of One Studios in downtown Ottawa (Ontario, Canada, yall better know where the capital of Canada is!)
At A Glance Author TribalSpacey Contact TribalSpacey@bme.anon When Two years ago Artist Becca the Cutie Studio One Piercing (no longer open) Location Ottawa Ont.
We had called ahead to make sure they would have a time slot for us both to get pierced, we had no idea what we were in for, we both just knew we were itching for new metal. Upon our arrival, Becca told us she could give us a deal if we were willing to be her guinea pigs. We didn't mind at all. After some contemplating and some guidance from Julia and Becca we were ready. My girlfriend decided to have both her eyebrows pierced at a tilt turning outwards at the beginning of her eyebrows. They looked beautiful. From then on we called them her alien antennas. When my turn came up I was quite excited by all the possibilities. What jewelry to choose and where!
After ogling over some nice barbells and studs Becca asked me if I was up for something a little more serious. She had sparked my interest. She pulled up a 1" wide barbell that was flipped up about another ¼" on each side. My eyes had never seen such a thing. "This..." Becca said, twirling the jewelry between her latex fingers "...is for a flesh piercing." My jaw dropped. "Where would you pierce with that?" I was nervous and stuttering. She smiled at me. "Anywhere fleshy enough."
About ten minutes later I was sitting on the piercing table in the back room and she was
cleaning my forearm with iodine. "So after this there's a pharmacy right down the street and you should pick up some Macca to help with the healing." Becca's voice was calm.
I barely heard her as I was trying to trance out. I knew this would be my most painful piercing yet. Julia the owner of One was hanging out beside us coaching Becca on the proper positioning, telling her how to look at my muscles to see where the piercing would suit my body most. I was nervous and definitely feeling more and more like a guinea pig.
We all decided that about 3" above my wrist line was the best place, luckily I had enough skin to pinch on that area. Julia was giving Becca last minute advice, we marked our spot.
Becca pinched my forearm I squeezed my girlfriends hand. Hard. I pre-positioned my face in a grimace, knowing that's how it would land up in the end anyways. Becca picked up a big fat guage needle and poised it close to her mark. "You ready?" She asked excitedly. I muffled some kind of noise and nodded. Hot surging blood curtling pain, fever dizzy, nauseous turned into a nice warm bath of tingling and blood pooling and running down my arm.
Release.
The pain turned into a very nice warmth. I always tend to feel a bit randy after getting pierced, especially if a cutie is doing the piercing. Becca told me to hang out on the couch in the front for a while just in case I pass out. I rested my head on my girlfriend's shoulder admiring my new piece of armor. I loved it, two nice bright silver balls mysteriously resting atop my arm. The looked very beautiful.
Though the experience was more than lovely, my piercing never healed, despite the meticulous care I administered to it. There seemed to be an unending stream of puss that enjoyed seeping out at the most unfortunate times. (Like while serving a customer at work.) It also was a pain to even dress myself; I had to alter my clothing. It was definitely not practical for sex, I actually wound up tearing it a few times.
About 5-6 months later my girlfriend and I decided to go traveling on a whim. We just picked up and went to Europe. As soon as we landed I somehow lost one of the balls from the staple. I was pissed right off! I just landed in a new country and I loose my jewelry. We went returning home for about another year and I did not have enough cash to purchase a new staple. Keeping it as it was would be torture, one end continuously slipping under my skin ripping its tender layers. Puss was oozing everywhere and I was pissed, because I really did like my piercing, but it just wasn't working out between the two of us. So in the airport bathroom I ripped the damned thing out and moodily pitched it in the garbage.. *Sigh*
To this day I have two pretty little indents with two scars as a memorial for my lost piercing. A part of me hopes to replace it someday. Perhaps I have built up more scar tissue in the area so if I were to pierce it again it could handle my lifestyle better.
I miss those mysterious metal balls that floated atop my skin, leaving people wondering.... How on earth they are resting on top. Not realizing they surged right through my skin.
I miss my metal.
Yours truly,
TribalSpacey