Bridging The Gap
I first wanted to get my bridge done about a year and a half ago. Something about the piercing just seemed to call out to me. It's unique in so many ways and over all so beautiful, how could I not be captivated? At the time I had been a few months a way from the legal age and was debating what to get as my first facial piercing. It was the 'my job allows piercings so let's jump all over the thought' phase and I had my mind set on my bridge.
I realize now that if plans fall through it's more than likely for the better and more often than not they catch up to you as time goes by a little later in life. I quit my piercing friendly job three days after I started and away went my plans of acquiring the beautiful bridge piercing.
Between then and now I've pretty much looked up everything concerning the bridge or also known as earl piercing. Before I discovered BME I searched everywhere imaginable, looking at pictures, reading procedures as well as experiences. After discovering BME I visited the galleries almost daily just to gaze at my beloved piercing. Something about it had called to me and I was only just beginning to realize what. On the right people a bridge piercing drew attention to the eyes, sometimes pulling them together or pushing them apart in just the right way and sometimes creating a wonderful dreamy eyed look. Even though all hopes of actually having my bridge done were far off in the distance almost every chance I got I was holding beads or barbells against the area and drawing little ink spots to see if the piercing would suit me. I thought it would be perfect. Slightly better with glasses on than off, but all around perfect for me. I knew that the reality of getting it done anytime soon was slim so I cast it off as a piercing I would eventually get and let my love for it linger while I waited.
To this day I can count with my fingers how many people I've seen in person who have their bridge pierced. Two of which work in piercing studios, one who's only piercing was her bridge, and a few here and there who didn't quite fit the mainstream. I still love the piercing and find it attractive on both men and women.
For the past two and a half months I've been getting a piercing every second weekend. I don't know how it started but I do know it gets very addictive. This past weekend I booked the appointment two weeks in advance. Suddenly, a year and a half later I knew what I'd wanted to get.
Saturday rolled around and my friends and I were off to the piercing studio. Since I didn't really plan on what I was getting I decided to just leave the worrying until we got to Soul Survivors and then decide. When we got to the studio it was 5 minutes after 2pm which was the first of my group's appointments. Luckily my piercer BJ was running behind. Almost as soon as he saw me and my friends he came over and showed me the custom made jewelry that he had made for my ear project (which is what I had originally booked the appointment for). I apologized and told him that I happened to go on a mini shopping spree and didn't have enough for the project. Since I'm planning on getting my fourth conch piercing soon BJ asked if I wanted to have that done instead. I said that I wasn't quite sure so he told me to take my time and decide. With that he went into the back room and got ready for my friends.
I felt bad about canceling my ear project appointment and I didn't really want to get my conch done, but I also didn't want to annoy BJ. So I sat in the waiting room, wanting the piercing I'd waited so long to get but unable to write it and unsure of a backup. I knew what I wanted that was for sure. I had my heart set on it the whole two weeks, but when it came down to actually writing it down on the form I was suddenly scared to put it down. By scared I don't mean worried about the pain or if it was a suitable piercing that I really wanted. I knew all that, pain I can do, and I most certainly wanted the piercing no doubts about it! My fear was of bridging a sort of gap between the 'normal' and my ideals. I find what people tend to call freakish rather intriguing, as well as beautiful and sexy. Even with both nostrils, a side lip piercing, two tongue studs, my septum and over twenty ear piercings I still felt so normal. I don't really feel as though I'll ever get from the same old mismatched me to having some sort of personal style. Sure I've had a makeover before, colored my hair, bought new clothes and dressed up a little, but that never lasts. To me a bridge piercing is that not quite final up do, but that little touch that begins to bring it all together. Like that extravagant eyeliner that just adds your own oomph to yourself, a unique trademark of personal style. I love it, just as I've always loved it, so beautiful with its spark of elegance. I wanted my bridge and I had no doubts but what would my mom say? What would my work say? And wouldn't it be nice if any of my friends supported my idea?
I filled in the space; right conch. My heart didn't speed up, I wasn't excited. I wanted my bridge, even as I walked up the stairs to the front counter, handing over my license to be written on the form. I sat back down and immediately regretted my foolish decision to write conch. Of course there was always the option of telling BJ what I really wanted to get, but I felt so stupid for just putting down any old thing.
As I waited I came to the conclusion that yes, I would tell BJ that I wanted my bridge pierced, but had but down conch. Maybe he wouldn't let me get it, maybe he would think that I'm just foolish, but that was the worst that could happen. Besides, I knew better than to think that BJ would get mad at me for something so silly.
When he came out I frantically told him how I'd put down the conch piercing when I really wanted my bridge and asked if I could get it or not. He happily said yes and told me that he just had to set up for the piercing. I waited and soon BJ took in another client and then me. I figure that the lady's piercing was pretty simple and didn't take much to prepare for so he had been all set and ready.
Soon BJ called me into the room and I hopped up into the chair as usual. I'll admit that I never realized the piercing procedure for a bridge piercing is a fairly timely process. I kind of figured that it would be one of those quick piercings, like my septum; clamp and pierce... silly me. I think it was so obvious that I never really thought of it. BJ measured my bridge and marked it over a few times. I asked him not to make it too high that it would seem like a uni-brow and not so low that my glasses would get caught on it. When he finally got the marks where he wanted them, I was told to put on my glasses and look in the mirror-I loved it!
It was then that BJ told me for this piercing he would have me close my eyes until the procedure was finished as my eyelashes and eyes would be distracting in the area he was piercing. I said I'd planned on keeping them shut anyway, and with that they were closed. The clamps that he put on were tight but didn't really bother me. After having clamps on your incredibly thick tongue web every other clamp feels like heaven. The weirdest part of the clamping is that they're so tight that they just stand straight out from the bridge of your nose wobbling back and forth if you move and if the piercer moves it around. It feels pretty cool and as though it's supposed to hurt, yet hurt isn't quite the word.
I felt the needle resting against my skin before BJ pierced me. It's one of those little warnings when you realize 'hey he's going to pierce me like right now'. Before that moment of feeling the needle or seeing it in his hand you're having a grand old time. For me that means being hyper, talking, and happily thinking that soon I'll have some pretty new body jewelry. That's what I realize in the few seconds I have between noticing the needle and the piercing. I calm myself down so that the initial penetration of the needle doesn't shock me or overly hurt, and I get ready for some sort of pain. One thing I make sure to do is to prepare for the worst pain, that way I always get a pleasant surprise.
BJ told me to take a deep breath and I did, as soon as I felt the first prick of the needle. The sensation of the bridge piercing was a bit different than any of my previous piercings. The piercing was smooth and I wouldn't say it hurt. When the needle was through both sides of my bridge it felt really relaxing before the taper was put in. The taper didn't hut it just felt as if I was stretching my ears. It also felt tighter than and not as relaxing as the needle itself. Next BJ put in the barbell, that didn't hurt at all, but seemed really tight. I got small beads put on the ends, almost as small as the ones on my nose studs, but I think a size larger.
After BJ cleaned me up he told me about rejection rates and how the bridge had a high one and that sea salt soaks would be my best bet. I'm still not exactly sure how the sea salt soaks would work for my bridge, but it isn't one of my biggest worries.
Before I left BJ said that he was glad that I got my bridge done and that it looked good. It made me feel better about my choice and clearly showed that he wasn't mad after all.
I went out to the waiting room, showed my friends then paid and left. Almost immediately after we left my bridge began to burn. It was a hotter day than I had expected it to be but there was a nice breeze which felt exceptionally nice against the new piercing.
To be totally honest getting my bridge done was a complete pain in the ass for the first week and a half. At work I kept bumping it with my glasses because I was trying to hide the piercing and since it gets really hot during my shifts I sweat a lot and of course it gathered around the piercing. I was convinced that the piercing was incredibly crooked but figured I would worry about that after it healed. At a certain point I thought that it was going to reject and I'd have failed my favorite piercing because it was really red around the entrance and exit points. Basically, I cleaned it a few times in the shower with my soft soap and then left it to heal. I still haven't done any sea salt soaks, even if I had a plan for doing them on the piercing I probably wouldn't because my skin can get dried out really easily. I've seen the results of a salt soak with too much salt before (on a friend not myself), and it isn't a pretty sight.
Flash forward three weeks after the piercing and here I am writing the experience to go along with it. My bridge is fine. The entrance and exit points are healing nicely and aren't jagged along the edges anymore, but rather nicely rounded and no longer red. The piercing isn't crooked unless I let my glasses slide down really crooked and just make me look completely stupid. Both my mom and my work are okay with the piercing even though I'm sure that my friends don't. A lot of people at my work have been asking me about it and say that they've been thinking of getting it done.
I plan on getting bigger beads put on the ends as well as a set of small cones to change into once and a while. I defiantly like the fact that it isn't an extremely trendy piercing because to me it's something that I've wanted for a while and it does mean a lot to me. I know that my friends don't exactly support my piercings now that there's a few facial, but when I look in the mirror I see it all coming together.
I am very happy that I got it done and recommend that you do some research and make sure the piercing doesn't make you look cross-eyed if you've been thinking about getting it done.
If you're in the Winnipeg area I suggest Soul Survivors and BJ for a piercer. He's friendly and easy to talk to and a great piercer.
Until next time,
submitted by: Bondage-Kit-1
on: 09 Oct. 2006
in Eyebrow Piercing