Post by Rose Rebellion on Nov 20, 2005 11:34:06 GMT -5
Before I give out a picture, I'll share my little story with everyone. About the end of October while I was sitting on breake in front of our mall's piercing/jewelry kiosk a thought had struck me. Back in the 9th grade I had wanted the top cartilige in my ear pierced. At the time my mom convinced me just to get my lobes pierced a second time, but I still had a desire to get my cartilige done. However, mom would probably never aprove.
Yet another thought struck me. Why should I care? I'm 20 years old, in a little under half a year I'll be 21. Have I ever really done anything big without using my mother as a crutch? No. No I haven't. I'm 20 and I could go out and get whatever I wanted pierced. Then a revelation hit me. I could get whatever I wanted pierced.
The thought was in my head, and that night I went to researching, Jewel at my side. At first I thought a sacrum piercing (the base of the back), but I realized I didn't want mom or my sister knowing. I didn't want to hear their oppinions of it and I didn't want them affecting my decision to do this. I wanted to get something done, something for myself, and I wanted to do it independantly.
So sacrum was out. Facials out (mostly due to work). I don't have the belly for a belly button one. Then I remembered a piercing a friend of mine had done: the sternum/cleveage. I knew that was the one for me. So more research was done. I enlisted the aid of my friend, Josh, whom I've known since 4th grade. He not only helped me get my job, but has had many piercings as well. We set a date for the 18th of November to see the only guy he trusted with his piercings to get something done for both of us.
For about a month I tried not to think too heavily on it. It dotted my mind, but I didn't want to make myself too anxious for a month's worth. Still, I managed to sketch and work a mock up on photoshop and go as far as holding earrings up to the area to see if I'd like it.
Finally Friday morning comes, and it hits me early in the night of what I'm doing. I had a few nightmares, but they were more geared towards what my sister would have thought (she has many piercings and I don't want her to assume I'm tredding on her territory). I meet up with Josh and Aaron, another friend who wanted to watch, at 4. We hung out for a while, then at 6 we went to State of Mind, the tattoo/piercing place.
I asked tons of questions to my piercer, who was also named Josh, and I think it bugged him more than anything else. I said it was my first body piercing and I just wanted to make sure I could trust him. Then he was more or less surprised that I choose this as my first body piercing. I guess most apparently go for a tongue or la bret.
Josh said I could have anyone in the room since I would be topless to get it done. So Josh was there, Aaron, and the piercer. Then, before too much got done, Josh's co-worker, the tattooist came in. Said he'd never seen this piercing before and wanted to watch. Heck, why not? I've got a stranger piercing me, a friend from Elementrary school watching, and a gay boy. What's another stranger?
Surprisingly enough, it went fast from there on. They marked me with a marker, I was on my back, and it was done. I'll spare all of you the intense details. It didn't really hurt. By this time I'd kept it in my mind that I was doing this, so I think with that mind set any pain involved would have been absent. It was just a pinch, lasted at most half a minute. Afterwords I was told I was quite a bleeder, I couldn't tell since I was laying down. It almost made Aaron faint, though.
It didn't quite hit me that I did it until Saturday at work. I'm still in a bit of shock. Considering my fear of needles, I handled the pressure of the situation well, and I felt well informed going into it. I still feel unremarkably bold about it. Everytime I see it, it's like descovering a new piece of myself. I know this piercing is only temporary. Due to the type of piercing, all bodies eventually reject it. But right now I love it, and I'm living in the moment of it.
So here you go peeps, a shot of the piercing: www.geocities.com/vampire_cheetah/20051120_0001.JPG
The quality bites, but it can't be helped.
Yet another thought struck me. Why should I care? I'm 20 years old, in a little under half a year I'll be 21. Have I ever really done anything big without using my mother as a crutch? No. No I haven't. I'm 20 and I could go out and get whatever I wanted pierced. Then a revelation hit me. I could get whatever I wanted pierced.
The thought was in my head, and that night I went to researching, Jewel at my side. At first I thought a sacrum piercing (the base of the back), but I realized I didn't want mom or my sister knowing. I didn't want to hear their oppinions of it and I didn't want them affecting my decision to do this. I wanted to get something done, something for myself, and I wanted to do it independantly.
So sacrum was out. Facials out (mostly due to work). I don't have the belly for a belly button one. Then I remembered a piercing a friend of mine had done: the sternum/cleveage. I knew that was the one for me. So more research was done. I enlisted the aid of my friend, Josh, whom I've known since 4th grade. He not only helped me get my job, but has had many piercings as well. We set a date for the 18th of November to see the only guy he trusted with his piercings to get something done for both of us.
For about a month I tried not to think too heavily on it. It dotted my mind, but I didn't want to make myself too anxious for a month's worth. Still, I managed to sketch and work a mock up on photoshop and go as far as holding earrings up to the area to see if I'd like it.
Finally Friday morning comes, and it hits me early in the night of what I'm doing. I had a few nightmares, but they were more geared towards what my sister would have thought (she has many piercings and I don't want her to assume I'm tredding on her territory). I meet up with Josh and Aaron, another friend who wanted to watch, at 4. We hung out for a while, then at 6 we went to State of Mind, the tattoo/piercing place.
I asked tons of questions to my piercer, who was also named Josh, and I think it bugged him more than anything else. I said it was my first body piercing and I just wanted to make sure I could trust him. Then he was more or less surprised that I choose this as my first body piercing. I guess most apparently go for a tongue or la bret.
Josh said I could have anyone in the room since I would be topless to get it done. So Josh was there, Aaron, and the piercer. Then, before too much got done, Josh's co-worker, the tattooist came in. Said he'd never seen this piercing before and wanted to watch. Heck, why not? I've got a stranger piercing me, a friend from Elementrary school watching, and a gay boy. What's another stranger?
Surprisingly enough, it went fast from there on. They marked me with a marker, I was on my back, and it was done. I'll spare all of you the intense details. It didn't really hurt. By this time I'd kept it in my mind that I was doing this, so I think with that mind set any pain involved would have been absent. It was just a pinch, lasted at most half a minute. Afterwords I was told I was quite a bleeder, I couldn't tell since I was laying down. It almost made Aaron faint, though.
It didn't quite hit me that I did it until Saturday at work. I'm still in a bit of shock. Considering my fear of needles, I handled the pressure of the situation well, and I felt well informed going into it. I still feel unremarkably bold about it. Everytime I see it, it's like descovering a new piece of myself. I know this piercing is only temporary. Due to the type of piercing, all bodies eventually reject it. But right now I love it, and I'm living in the moment of it.
So here you go peeps, a shot of the piercing: www.geocities.com/vampire_cheetah/20051120_0001.JPG
The quality bites, but it can't be helped.
That actually looks surprisingly good!
I'm so glad you got it.. I know how important it is to you ;D