My first suicide suspension
The other day I was asked if I wanted to go along while some people that I knew were going to do suspensions. I had been really bummed out when I had to miss a show that they did, as the club they had suspended at was 21 and up, and I fall just short of that age. So when I was asked to come along, I was really excited to get the chance to see the suspensions. Little did I know that I would actually be going up.
I have been doing play piercing for a while, and have been so intrigued by suspension. I was definately planning on doing it at some point, but seeing as I had never even done a pulling before, I was not planning on going up last night. When we got to the location, Steve told me that if I wanted to go up, it would be a good time to do it. I told him that I wasn't too sure, because, while I had wanted to go up, I wasn't sure that I was ready for it.
They started throwing hooks shortly after we got to the location, and just watching the hooks going through the other people's skin got me even more excited. After the first two people got their hooks in, it was time to get them up. When I saw the first girl going up, I was in awe. I have watched suspension videos before, but there is nothing like being a few feet from the person that is going up and watching the hooks pull on their skin. I felt like a kid in a candy store.
While we were watching the first two people that were suspending, there was a bit of conversation about what other people think of suspension and body modification. It is so great to be around people that are into it, because it doesn't seem like it is anything out of the ordinary. Some people get hyped up to go see a football game or a concert. Some people get hyped up to get hooks thrown in their back so that they can hang in the air. To each his own, right? Part of me just wondered what my family would have thought if they knew I was about to hang from hooks. I don't care what they would have thought, but the thought amused me. For some reason, the general population is not real supportive of suspension and the like.
After a few more people went up, I decided I couldn't pass up the opportunity, so I told Steve that I wanted to go up and I asked if there would be enough time. He said that there would be. After a while, it was my turn to go up. So I got marked up, Steve through the hooks, and I still couldn't believe that I was about to do my first suicide suspension (my first suspension ever)! The hooks didn't hurt much going in...to me it felt along the lines of any surface piercing: you feel them going in, and coming out. Not bad at all. Only one out of the four hit a little resistance going in. Still not bad.
It was time for me to go up! We walked out where I was going to hang from, and Steve started stringing up my hooks. He only raised me up off of my heels a bit at first, and tugged on my hooks to get me used to the pressure. Little by little they started raising me up. Soon I had nothing but my toes touching the ground. It took me a little while to let go of the ground; just letting the hooks take the weight was incredible. I wish I knew how to describe it, but I can't quite put it into any words. I will just say it was amazing. When I got off of the ground I still couldn't believe it! (Luckily I had people take pictures. Hopefully I can get them soon so I can actually see it!).
Unfortunately, I couldn't stay up very long. Since I had no idea that I would get the chance to go up, I hadn't eaten much all day;it was about 3am before I got suspended, so I was feeling light-headed before I even went up. I didn't want to come down, but I had the feeling that I would pass out if I didn't come down. The fact that I made it up is good enough for me though! Next time (and I hope there is a next time!) I will hopefully be prepared and be able to stay up longer.
I will definately say that it was the best experience I have ever had. I feel like now there isn't much that I cannot do. And I want to push myself even further. My back is a bit sore today, but everytime that I notice the ache in my back, I get a smile on my face. It is that ache that reminds me that I just accomplished something that most people never will. Something that I was not sure I could even accomplish. I give a thousand thanks out to Steve. If it wasn't for him giving me the chance, I may never have gotten to have this experience.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 07 Feb. 2006