Even though I am absolutely terrified of needles, I had always wanted my tongue pierced. For a while, my friend Brian had been trying to convince me to let him pierce it, but considering that he had never worked in a shop I was very hesitant. Also, the fact that I was extremely scared to get it done weighed in the back of my mind. I knew Brian had wanted to be a piercer, and had actually done several tongue piercings with no problem. I decided to let him do it.
At A Glance Author XHateComesEasyX Contact XHateComesEasyX@bme.anon When Five years ago Artist Brian Studio his house One night, while staying at his house, he approached me saying "Ok are you ready?". This was followed by two hours of me debating whether or not to actually go through with this. I finally said yes and he proceeded to set everything up. After everything was prepared (in the kitchen) he brought me in and sat me down on the counter. He put his gloves on and grabbed the forceps. He placed the forceps on my tongue and tightened them.
I had been told by many friends who, also, had their tongues pierced that this was the most painful part of the body to pierce. I was very relieved when I found this not to be the case.
At this point I was still very scared. Remember, I am terrified of needles. He took the needle up in his hand and looked me in the eye. He asked me if I was ready, I said "yes", and he told me to take three deep breaths. I took the appropriate deep breaths and he shoved the needle through my tongue. It hurt like hell! I had my septum pierced and the pain was nothing compared to this. Then, he picked up the jewelry and started trying to connect it with the needle. He repeatedly told me to stick out my tongue, which I thought I was doing. Apparently however I was doing the opposite. We were more or less playing tug of war with my tongue.
Suddenly, Brian does something. At this moment, I wasn't sure what he was doing. Suddenly, he removes the forceps from my tongue and throws his hands up as if to say "I'm done!". I looked at him as if to say "is the jewelry in." Apparently what had happened was, we were playing tug of war with my tongue. Brian was worried I was going to pull the needle into my mouth and cut up my mouth or even swallow the needle. He removed the needle from my mouth without placing the jewelry in first. I, of course, not wanting to go through all of this again was needless to say, pissed as hell. At this point, I took the jewelry from the counter and ran into the bathroom. For what seemed like forever I tried to force the jewelry through the hole. It would not go through. The bottom of the hole was still open but the top had closed very quickly. I yelled at Brian to get me the needle hoping that since the needles point was, well, pointier than the jewelry, I was hoping that the small hole might still exist in the top of the piercing and the needle would be able to get through. I was wrong.
I asked Brian to re-pierce my tongue but he said he would have to use the forceps and after the tug of war the underneath was scrapped up and I didn't want to have them used again. Frustrated and not willing to repeat the piercing I forced the needle through my tongue. At this point I had been bleeding all over the place for several minutes. Blood was on my clothes, leaking out of my labret hole, all over the counter in the bathroom, literally everywhere. I was getting extremely light headed from what I assume was caused by all of the adrenaline running through my system. I lay down on the floor and tell Brian to put the jewelry in. Again, he argues saying that he must put the forceps on to do this. I again refuse and tell him to try anyway. He them kneeled down next to me, placed the jewelry and the needle together and starts to feed it through my tongue. Of course since there is nothing holding my tongue still, and taking into consideration how soft the tissue of a tong ue is, the jewelry easily feeds halfway through and becomes disconnected to the needle.
Brian, of course, very frustrated at this point gives up and hands me the jewelry telling me it fell out and he couldn't feed it through. I stand up again and look at myself in the mirror. Covered in blood and pale faced I take the jewelry, grab hold of my tongue, place the jewelry at the top of the hole, and shove it through. Then, I the lift my tongue to see the jewelry so I can screw the ball on. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. In my utter stupidity, what I had done was when I shoved the jewelry through the hole, I had apparently forced it towards the back of my tongue through the tissue, hence it wasn't sticking out of the bottom where it should have been. Of course you can imagine how I was feeling at this point. I took the jewelry back out and pushed it through the bottom of the piercing since that was still open (god knows why). This time it correctly went through the whole way. I screwed the ball on, walked into the living room, and sat in the same spot for pro bably about two hours.
I wanted to get my tongue pierced twice. Yeah, fuck that. I didn't get another piercing for two years. I think that was probably the worst experience you can have with a piercing. I would never and will never get my tongue pierced again. However, it did heal well and I still have it. I got lucky. For anyone reading this. DO NOT follow my actions. If you want to get a piercing, go to a piercing shop where everything is sterile and the piercers have experience and knowledge of the procedures.
Lizzy