I yelled "PUSH" like a madman!!!!!!!!!

At A Glance Author .something.i.can.never.have. Contact .something.i.can.never.have.@bme.anon Artist david bowie Studio our house in the middle of our street Location minneapolis

Picture the scene. Pounding death metal in a huge dark basement, the only light glowed from the computer screen. The stereo was on a mix with Slayer, Obituary, Cannibal Corpse and of course Deicide. A cute little sexy devil of a girl (hahaha!) screams along with Deicide's "Once upon the cross" , easily mistakable for a grown man. (No really, is true. I go to concerts and I yell louder an lower than the guys I'm with. Its fucked up.) The smoke rises. She walks over to her cousin, a David Bowie looking fellow who is thrashing at his guitar (a kick ass, heavy ass, Dean) and her friend, stoned out of her gourd, sitting still on a recliner holding out a pipe. At this moment my friend was looking straight ahead, fearing that if she turned her head either way she would fall out of the chair.

So I hit that shit. On came "Ecstacy in Decay". That a Cannibal Corpse tune for those of you who don't know. My throat was raw, my head was light. My ESP was killing my neck, for I had been at this for hours, but the adrenaline made no effort to subside. My ears hurt, and I bet the neighbors were ready to kill us. (luckily they're very very nice people and I dont complain when they blast Elvis or Pink Floyd, well I actually like the Floyd) the sub could make your chest rumble, our stacks drowning us in sound. My fingers were also raw and the heel of my hand bruised. AHHHH METAL. It was almost 5 AM. I turned to my cousin, "pierce my labret."

I have several piercings, including: a Monroe, eyebrow, tongue, nipples, hood, two navels, etc. All self done with equipment from Huck Spaulding. My cousin had done a few piercings before, and I wanted someone else's hands on this. I trusted myself more, but its a bigger rush when someone else is doing it.

For me, piercing isn't just pushing needles. Its a spiritual/ritual type experience. I don't plan to do it as a profession, its completely religous. I am not religous in any other way at all, in fact I am a devout atheist. But, there's something more than human about modification to me, something never found in any religion.

We made the journey up to my room. I whipped out the box of gloves, skin scribe, a new 14 gauge needle, forceps, a labret stud, antibacterial soap, and put some Slayer on the stereo. I cleaned my chin off in the bathroom and marked it as well. I gloved up my cousins hands, and explained the importance of cutting through the layers of skin perfectly perpendicular and everything... I guess a little bit of fear and mistrust set in.

"Angel of death" started. We hit the pipe one or two more times and got to it. "Aushwitz the meaning of pain..." He clamped my lower lip and put the needle in place, then pulled it away and hit the pipe once again. I breathed deeply and set my mind to the lyrics, and my patience was shortening.

"Come on dude, do it!" my adrenaline was going wild. The stereo played... "Sadistic surgeon of demise..."

He clamped it and put the needle in place. "Surgery with no anesthesia.." Then came the line: "feel the knife pierce you intensely," and he slid the needle through. This would have been easier, but I had my labret pierced before. There was some scar tissue that he didn't expect. So halfway through I yelled "PUSH!" like a madman.

I'm not sure if it was the adrenaline or what, but I felt no pain, it was a strange sensation. All in all it fed my addiction. So I guided the needle through with the labret behind it and screwed the ball on and was very satisfied. So we smoked up for a while longer and eventually stoner passed out. How else could have we spent the night? Lots of Kine + death metal + piercing = happiness.

I suppose it could have went another way, we could take whippets until we put ourselves into a coma. hehehe.

This piercing is just one rung of the ladder. I plan to get a whole ladder of labrets and at the top have a vertical labret. As far as healing, I couldn't have asked for it to be better. Though, the next day I saw my boyfriend, whom in which I don't see all to often, and was kissing his for a long period of time. Don't do this everyone, unless its really worth it to you. (It was to me) My lip swelled up like a mothafucka!! Thank heavens for icewater.

Thank you for listening, that is my story.