"Women any age envy your large breasts, Mal--deal with it and play with the hand 'God' dealt you. Ooo--and they're perky!"
At A Glance Author Mal Contact FingerPunk54@aol.com When A month ago Artist A Friend Studio Black Hole Body Piercing Location Reno, NV In one ear and out the other is how I heard this statement. Big fucking deal--tits are tits and I have two of them. Big deal! I am five foot ten and I wear a size 34 DD, sure, I am tall but my waist is so small that my chest looks unbelieveably out of place. I have a plain face, plain hair, a plain smile, and plain eyes--but my breasts are anything but plain, they're massive and I was/am struggling with appreciating them in every form.
All I wanted was to feel beautiful.
I turned to body modification.
A month and a half ago I decided to decorate my chest, enhance my sensitivity (so I had heard), and pierce my nipples. I couldn't be more excited! I have HUGE breasts, over-bearing breasts, massive... breasts and I decided that if the opposite, or the same sex for that matter, was going to gawk and stare at my chest--why not give them something metallic to stare at? Why not give them something to intrigue them, to fondle their curiosity?
"My goodness, what does SHE have under that fabulous shirt?"
I went to Black Hole Body Piercing and pierced my babies with twelve gage circular barbells. Since my boobs were so big, why not go with bigger gage--enhance everything I was looking forward to?
I sat there topless while the pierced measured me, marked me, and clamped me...
The first one wasn't too bad, I guess my adrenaline blocked out half the pain so it hurt for a mere second. It was kind of like my breast was on fire, but as soon as I thought it could only get worse, my chest was extinguished. However, the second one... I thought I was going to die, but the piercer-guy was attractive so I really tried too keep it cool. Ha, as soon as I stepped out of the shop, I puked all over the walkway like a wuss. It was nice. I managed to aim my projectile vomit towards to groud, towards my shoes... my converse smelled for a week after.
They were healing nicely, I loved them, my boyfriend at the time loved them and I was finally proud to have perverts stare at my tits. I loved to walk around in a white t-shirt without a bra, I loved to show them off, I loved my breasts for the first time in my life!
As a present, my fantastic brother purchased tickets to Pennywise, Deviates, and Lars Frederiksen and the bastards. Who could pass up an opportunity like that?
A mosh pit like that?
In retrospect I wish I had.
The opening bands were rad and I kind of held back until Pennywise began to play. I rushed to the front of the mob and they played their first song. I realized I was in the middle of the mosh pit--you know when it just accidentally forms around you and pretty soon you are suffocated and being swallowed by people? I didn't even feel it when it happened, I don't think? Maybe I went into shock. I thought someone had just tugged at my nipples and since I had only had my nipples decorated a short while they were sensitive.
Negative, Ghost Rider.
I was bleeding intensely. Someone somehow had ripped out my piercings and there was blood everywhere. When I looked down to see what everyone else was staring out--I didn't think it was my blood. I realized it was mine. I blacked out then.
I woke up in the car going somewhere.
I woke up again at my house with gauze all over my chest--thank god for my brother not being squeamish about my boobs.
My nipples are now scarred permanently, they have disgusting indentions. My nipples are embarassing and they are a part of me. They really look like mountain peaks now--jagged and uneven--and ugly. I don't like showing them off when I'm intimate with a gentleman, I don't like to go anywhere without a sports bra on, and I can't imagine ever piercing them again. They're hideous. I hate them. I hate my nipples...
This is my experience. This is me... and what I have become now. I hope no one has to go through what I went through... correction: what I am going through.
I love body modification though. It took me a while to get anything else pierced because of my fear. Since then I have pierced my septum, my bridge, my nostrils, and my lip. I have turned to tattoos also--you can't rip tattoos off in a damn mosh pit. I suppose one day I will come to love my breasts again, come to appreciate them, come to realize that I can't do anything about the shape of my nipples.