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My first (and worst) nipple piercing experience

When I was eighteen, I knew I wanted my nipples pierced. I knew what to look for in a shop because of all the time I spent online looking at information on BME. What I didn't know was how to keep my impulsivity in check.

I was taking lessons for upright bass in Saginaw, Michigan, about 15 miles away from my parent's home, where I was staying for the summer. The lead singer in the band that I was in also lived in that same city, and had recommended Drunken Monkey as she had gotten a tattoo there and it turned out well. For some reason, I was stupid enough to equate tattooing experience with piercing experience.

I had set aside money for this for quite some time, and I never really had been able to scrounge up the guts to actually do it. And then, one day when I was coming home from a bass lesson, I told myself that I just have to get it done. Today is the day. I have to have them done before I get home, or else I'm some sort of a failure (that was the logic, I suppose). At the very least, I'd be a wimp. It was 15 June, 2004.

So I went and parked my car on the street. I went inside and asked about getting my nipples pierced. He asked for my ID, checked it over and made a copy, had me sign some paperwork and excused himself for a smoke.

After he came back in, he asked me about jewelry and I said I wanted to have rings put in. The only rings that were big enough had 6mm balls on them so he took some pliers and bent them smaller and found some smaller beads for them. The rings were now oval-shaped but I felt like I couldn't say anything.

He led me to a back room that was really cramped. It had two chairs in it and a sink and a glove dispenser. He said that I should take off my shirt and bra, and brought back a tray with the jewelry, clamps, a needle, and some Vaseline (or something that looked a lot like it) and set that down on the edge of the sink.

He asked if I was ready, and I told him that yes, I was, and he looked at my nipples. He took a marking pen and marked each side of each nipple and asked if it looked good. I said it looked fine and he put a rubber band around the clamps and put the clamps around my nipple (way too tight) and it hurt. He loosened it up a bit when he saw that my nipple no longer had any roundness left to it and was all flat and squished.

Again, he asked if I was ready. I said yes, and took some deep breaths and closed my eyes. He was already holding the needle in his hand, with Vaseline on the tip of it. I knew it would happen soon. He held the clamps with one hand, as I could feel, and I tensed up. The pain was excruciating. I never imagined anything as painful as that. And I wanted to have my other one done, too.

He asked me if I was okay, and I nodded in response. I knew what to expect. He clamped the nipple and I closed my eyes and did the same deep breaths. I had tears in my eyes and I gritted my teeth when he did it. Then I heard, "Damn it! You flinched!" I apologized. It's not like I could have helped it. It was painful. I knew it was going to be painful. Besides, I thought the clamps would safeguard against that.

Then he looked at it and determined that everything was okay. The rings were in, blood was dripping. He grabbed a paper towel and ripped it in half and made some makeshift pads. He said to put those between my bra and my nipples and all should be good.

The nipples did not want to be touched at all after that, let alone have a bra come and mess up everything, too. He gave me some Provon soap to use to clean them, doing it twice a day, and said to not rotate the rings until all of the crusties are gone.

Oh the sore nipples.

So I put my bra and shirt back on and paid him and went on my way. When I got to my parents' house, I went straight upstairs and started to read so I had an excuse to not be around anyone. I was in pain, by golly!

So as time went on and my nipples kept oozing and crusting, about a year later I ended up taking them out because they had not healed significantly in that amount of time and I was sick of having my nipples out of commission for things that they would be good for. The constant pain and crusties and soreness really started to get old so I made the decision.

I ended up developing some significant scar tissue, that I could feel, in each nipple. It concerned me that they were like that, but after three years, I got them pierced again, but by Jim Raimar down at Old Town Tattoo (just down the street, literally, from Drunken Monkey). I had really missed having rings in my nipples. They really made me feel special, like the secret that I had that nobody else knew, especially my parents. So I got my secret again (which was even more painful than the first time), and I am happy again.

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submitted by: Anonymous
on: 01 Sept. 2008
in Nipple Piercing

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Artist: Pat%3F+Maybe%3F
Studio: Drunken+Monkey
Location: Saginaw%2C+Michigan%2C+USA

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