Since the 6th grade I've wanted to get pierced or tattooed, something of that nature (6th grade is when I thought I was "punk"). I used to think I wanted a lip ring, and would sometimes even wear a (very realistic) fake one to school and out. Of course even though I begged my parents they in the right mind refused to allow it- so on December 16th, last Friday, now that I'm in the ninth grade, I decided to get pierced on my own.
At A Glance Author Chloe Contact fakepearlgirl@gmail.com When A week ago Location St. Marks Place, Manhattan My friend Talia and I talk about piercings a lot, so I showed her the BME website where (I think) she got the idea to secretly go and get the outside of her wrist pierced with a surface bar. Although she now says she will take it out (it gets caught on everything) I still think it's great that they did it where she went. Before then I thought only real hardcore piercing places would do a surface bar. She had gotten it done without parental permission, and she is fourteen also. I had put a great deal of thought into what I want to get pierced, and I really like all the deep piercings, such as a mandible or clavicle piercing for myself. Of course I couldn't do something so severe without spending a lot of money and risking a lot of dangerous infection, so while I was zoning out during math class earlier that day I thought of getting pierced on my lower back. I hadn't seen that many of those on BME, but I still thought it would be kind of cool. The pain factor didn't phase me although I was definitely aware of it.
When I was talking to Talia later that day, we were hanging out and going to meet up with another friend later to chill in her apartment. I had been saving up a lot of money to get pierced ever since I heard about that place that did her wrist bar. We were nearing St. Marks (she only lives about a block away) and decided to go see how much it would be, when she and the piercers started kind of pressuring me to get it done right then. I had the money and I really wanted it, so I figured I'd just do it.
There are two piercers in the place, one black guy and one asian guy. Talia's friend once tried to get pierced by the black guy and he didn't know what he was doing. Just my luck he started to pierce me. I was kind of nervous but I figured if the other guy allowed him to do something so serious, he must at least know how to do this. Obviously he didn't because he was fumbling with the clamp trying to get my skin. He was trying so hard that I have a scratch or two from the clamp. I thought he was already piercing me! He called the other guy over, who got the clamp on, and then left. So the black guy started to pierce me. I don't know how long it took really because I was losing the blood in my head. The pain was intense, and I have a pretty high tolerance. Then he was going to put the piercing in, but he couldn't. He took forever to try, and then at one point left it half sticking out of my back and went to get the other guy. I couldn't say much because honestly I was blacking out, but I do remember asking him how long it was going to take and why he couldn't just get it through- he went and got the other guy who finished it in almost a second and who gave me water and told me to sit down because my face was so white. I paid and eventually left to go to Talia's house with her. She helped me clean it and I called my mother to tell her I was pierced and that I was coming over.
She got sick just looking at it but she didn't make me take it out after I explained to her how much it hurt. I didn't care how long I'd get grounded for as long as I'd be able to keep it. For the rest of the night and into the next day I barely felt it at all, and it didn't bleed much. Although I figured it would be too severe, my mother told me to use rubbing alcohol, which ended up drying it out a little, but it's fine. It's crusting just like any other piercing now, and sometimes hurts but usually not more than just a small bruise. The pain I felt during the piercing process seems very distant right now but I still want to kill the incompetent black guy who put me through a lot more pain than I should have felt.
All in all it was worth it. It is not steel all the way through. The bar is plastic and moves with me and the balls at the end are surgical steel. The bar is much longer than the piercing is wide, probably because the place didn't have that many different kinds. However the length of the bar allows me to better clean the piercing and to move it from side to side to make sure it doesn't get scabbed or crusted in place. Right now it's doing perfectly fine and I can't wait until it heals completely.
The reactions I get are interesting. Most people like it but are still kind of shaken by how much it must have hurt. I haven't worn anything that showcases it yet but I was telling people (I can't help it, I was excited). Now I figure people will find out sooner or later, and for now I just have to worry about keeping it clean, not only because it is in a precarious location but because it was done illegally.
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