Learning about piercing studios the hard way.
I think this all started in around early April or so. I guess this story is one of the few times in life I've learned from a serious mistake. I guess I'll begin with explaining the situation to the best of my ability.
Ever since I was oh, fifteen or so, I was fascinated with piercings of all kinds. I spent countless hours thinking to myself "I wonder what kind of piercing(s) I should get someday?" I was always browsing through pictures on web sites not unlike this one, wondering what each piercing would look like on me.
Then there came the day when one of my best friends got his tongue pierced. After much contemplation, he ended up getting venom piercings. I found myself constantly asking him questions about what the piercings felt like, what the healing process was like, etc. I wanted to find out everything I could about those piercings. He told me that the piercing process itself wasn't very painful at all, but the healing process was the worst part. He went on about how he was essentially on a liquid diet for a couple of days, and how he had to gargle with saltwater to ease the pain. While his description of the aftercare didn't sound too appealing to me, I was still thrilled by the concept of the piercings. While I personally didn't want venom piercings, I think it was from that moment on I decided I want a tongue piercing of some sort.
I kept considering my options on what sort of piercing I would get. I thought about getting a horizontal bar for a while, but I read that those are typically much more painful than tradition vertical piercings.
I also thought about getting a surface scoop, but then I had to worry about the chance of rejection, migration, and other unpleasant consequences. But I mean, in all reality, getting any sort of piercing is generally poses a risk of some sort.
After some deliberation, I finally decided on getting a plain old vertical, centered tongue bar. I reasoned that if one went well, I would get another in front of it.
Now, being underage, I wondered, "Where am I going to get this piercing, anyway?" All of the studios in the area required a parent's permission under the age of eighteen, and my parents and I had already had numerous discussions on piercings and tattoos. Long story short, there was no way they would let me go through with anything of the sort until I had moved out of the house.
I was talking to my girlfriend at the time, when she brought up an interesting proposal.
There were a couple of "bazaars" around town where her friends had gone to get numerous piercings before ears, tongue, navel, etc. She tried to convince me by telling me about the piercers' disregard for parental permission, and how the cost was generally lower than that of an official studio.
Now, the entire idea sounded rather shaky to me. I had never been to the place before, so I had no idea what was in store. A bazaar didn't sound like the cleanest of places, and I had no idea what kind of condition they kept their equipment in. So, I'm not really sure how she finally persuaded me to go through with it.
On the day of the piercing, she picked me up and we went to the bazaar. When I stepped inside, I must say, It was a lot cleaner than I had expected. Still, I was quite nervous about the entire experience. She took me over to the counter of the little booth where tattoos and piercings where done. The lady had just finished a piercing on another client. She hardly spoke any English, so I just gave her the money she asked for ($30 cheap to the point of suspicion), and she directed me over to a chair behind a curtain. She asked me to stick my tongue out, and then she marked the spot where she was going to pierce with a marker. I looked in the mirror to make sure everything was alright, and then she proceeded with the piercing. She pressed the clamp down, and stuck the needle through. To be honest, the clamp hurt more than the actual piercing did. I was surprised at how painless the process was a whole. She twisted the jewelry on, and asked me how it looked. At first examination
, I thought to myself "...That looks a bit crooked." The woman and my girlfriend just insisted that it would look better after it was fully healed.
Time went by, and I got accustomed to the grievances of caring for the piercing. I'd have to say my friend was right about the healing being the most painful part.
I decided to tell my parents about it, for whatever reason. I guess my conscience decided to kick in for once. Plus, I figured it would be pretty difficult for me to hide it from them anyway. I was talking pretty funny for the first couple of days, so that should have been enough of a giveaway. They were pretty disappointed about me getting it after they told me not to, but they weren't as angry as I thought they were going to be. They said they weren't going to force me to remove the piercing, but there would be consequences, etc.)
Anyway. After a couple of weeks with the tongue piercing, I noticed it was still slightly off-center. A couple of people said they couldn't tell the difference, but when I lifted my tongue, it was visibly crooked. This annoyed me to the point where I finally just took it out and let the hole close up.
Looking back, I think the part I missed most about the piercing was being able to mess around with it.
It was all too much fun. I don't regret getting rid of it that much, though. After all, I can always just get it pierced again (though I'd rather go with a different type of piercing).
Long story short, don't trust shady places like bazaars.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 19 Oct. 2009
in Tongue Piercing