16 at the time and totally wild. Ever since I turned 13 I had been into tattoos and piercings. My mother totally didn't like the fact that I wanted a tattoo. It was all I could do to get her to let me have my ears pierced when I was 12. When I turned 16 I was determined to have my skin permanently marked some how, I didn't care how. I found out about scarification through a friend who was apprenticing at a tattoo parlor, so I became very interested in it. That's when I realized that was for me. One of my friends, Jonathan, had been doing his own piercings for a little under a year so I asked him if he had ever heard of scarification. He lifted up his shirt and showed me a big scar on his stomach, it was a sun around his belli-button. He looked at me and said "does that look like I don't know what your talking about?" I started asking him questions about it, my main question was "How bad did it hurt???" Seeing as he is a guy I knew he was going say that it didn't, but he was very honest with me and told me that it hurts no more than a bad paper cut. He was way wrong. I finally asked him if he would do a design on me, and he agreed to do it. All I had to do was pick out the design and he would take care of the rest. I finally decided on a pentagram that was about 6 inches diameter. The star in the middle of the circle was woven, and the circle was behind it. This was going to be permanently carved between my breast. Jonathan modified the design a little bit so he would be able to do it for me. We decided to do it that Saturday. I got to his house around 6 that night and he took me in his room. When I walked in I saw a towel laid out on the bed with a razor blade, some cotton balls, a wash cloth and a bottle of alcohol. I started to feel sick, but decided to go through with it anyway. He told me to take my shirt and bra off and lay down on the bed, I felt like I was being raped in a way. I did as he said. He soaked one of the cotton balls in alcohol and swabbed the area between my breast. He lightly drew the design on me and picked up the razor blade. After he cleaned it, he started reaching towards my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt the razor begin to cut through my skin. He was cutting deep and it hurt. I began to take short, deep breaths. In just a few minutes he had finished the outside outline of the star and circle, he stopped for a second and wiped the blood away very gently. He told me to take a deep breath and began on the inner outline of the star and circle. This part hurt worse than the first part because it was already tender. Once again I feeling sick, but didn't say anything about it. He finished that part and asked me if I was sure that I wanted him to keep going. My mind wanted to tell him to just leave it like it was, but my body wanted to keep going. I told him not to stop. He wouldn't let me look at it yet, which made me wonder if he had messed up. He warned me that the next part was going to be the worst part of it, but he didn't tell me why. He started to cut the skin out of the middle of it on an angle. I felt the razor blade cutting deeper than the first times. I began breathing deeper and quicker. I started feeling as if I were going to pass out. Jonathan kept talking to me, telling me that I was going to be okay, and asking me if I wanted him to stop. I felt that since I had made it that far there was no point in stopping. After he had gone around it again on an angle, he began to pull the skin out of the grooves. This was the worst part!!! I felt faint, and ended up passing out. I had told him before we started that if I passed out, to keep on going. I'm glad he listened to me. I was only out for a couple of minutes. When I came to he was about to pour alcohol over it. This part actually felt good because he was blowing on the alcohol, it created the kewlest 'cold' sensation. He did this for a few minutes and then stopped. The pentagram was still bleeding, but didn't hurt as bad any more. When I felt like I could stand up, I looked in the mirror, it looked great!!! My skin had finally lost it's virginity in a sense. His mom had known what we were doing so she wanted to see it when he was done. We called her in his room to see it, she liked it and later decided to have one done...professionally. A few weeks went by and it was healing very nicely. Jonathan had told me to pick at the scabs so it would scar more, I did this and it worked very well. It's been 7 years since Jonathan did that for me, and it still looks great. I don't regret having it done. Since then I've gotten 2 tattoos, and 12 piercings. None of those were as exciting as my scarification experience. Even though its been 7 years, Jonathan and I still experiment with things like that, we're now piercing each other and he's working on a design to brand on the back of my calf muscle. I just hope that it turns out as good as the pentagram.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 20 March 2000