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The piercing I didn't want

I really, really want this to be interesting.

Really, I do. But I'm afraid that this is going to simply be an account of an eyebrow piercing. Nothing amazing. In fact, the only thing that may be any different from others that you may have read through out the past is the gauge. And even then, I'm sure it's all old news. The only thing that's going to make this any different is, I'm writing it.

When it comes right down to it, I hate eyebrow piercing. I'm not a fan of doing them, I'm not a fan of looking at them and I'm certainly not a fan of wearing them. You're probably wondering how someone who holds such strong convictions, if they could be called that, ended up with a brow piercing.

It began by me getting an apprenticeship as a body piercer, many, many moons ago. It was something that I had wanted to do for some time, and when the opportunity came about, I wasn't about to pass it up. I worked through the first few months of my training by learning, doing the grunt work; anyone who has ever worked through one will know what I mean.

One of the things that were imposed on me by the people training me is that, if one is willing to perform the piercing, one should be willing to receive the piercing. Now, this is something that I don't necessarily subscribe to whole heartedly today, but back then, being about 19 or 20 and willing to do what was needed to make sure I made it to the finish line as a body piercer, it made sense.

And so, the slow autumn afternoon would roll around where the studio was quiet. All the college girls from up the street had actually decided to stay in and study rather than come in to run up their parents credit cards and I was left with the woman who was teaching me the fine art of perforation. I can't remember exactly how the topic of piercing my brow came about, but for now, let's say she burst through the piercing room door with a hockey mask and a roaring chainsaw.

Right, do I have your attention? Clearly it wasn't that dramatic; I'm sure it was some innocuous conversation brought about by the fact that we were both bored and that I was the apprentice (read: bitch) and didn't seem to have much choice.

And so, like a whirl-wind, I was in the piercing room, questioning myself. I knew why I was doing it, but I wasn't happy about it. All in the name of learning, I kept telling myself, all in the name of knowledge. I sat down in the unstable piercing chair; a white, plastic folding lawn chair did nothing to comfort me. The jewelry that was bound for my face was a 14g, 3/8th, externally threaded straight barbell. Yeah, thinking back on things... I still hate this decision.

The procedure went as normal for the time and studio: My brow was cleaned with iodine and then removed with ear care solution. I was marked with a fine pointed Sharpie marker and then the area was clamped with forceps. I can't really remember if I was smart enough to actually breathe while this was being done, but judging by how bad it felt, I'm going to say probably not.

As the delicate threads on the externally threaded bar passed through the new piercing, I winced, but it was soon over. I stood up to see what had been done to me. I can't say that I was happy, but I was willing to ride the experience out in the interest of learning of what others may go through. Generally, the healing way fairly uneventful; Minor swelling and discharge was of course present, but generally, things weren't fairly smoothly. I would alternate between a captive bead ring and a barbell occasionally and even stretched it to a 12g at one point simply to see what it would feel like, but eventually, the piercing was healed and I was ready to be without the brow I had never really wanted.

It was inside of 9 months that I had decided that enough was enough. In a stunning display of drama, I boldly marched into the piercing room, donned a pair of gloves and unscrewed the barbell from my brow with all the cinematic flair of American Ninja 4, removed the jewelry.

It didn't take very long for the hole to settle down. During the healing of the actual fistula, I was privy to more and more discharge. Once that finally settled down, I was left with a pair of nifty dimple shaped scars above and below my brow.

I do not miss it, and not once have I looked back on my brow piercing fondly.


submitted by: Anonymous
on: 11 April 2007
in Eyebrow Piercing

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