My first piercing was my left nipple. I happened over a year ago. However of all my piercing memories it is the most vivid it has always stood out and each piercing after it has been compared to it, none have compared. I got my nipple pierced during the October of 2001, it was my first year of University and I was away from my parents. They were in Saudi Arabia and I was in Halifax, there would be no way they could find out plus in addition to that if managed to run into one of their friends some how they would not be able to narc me out because the piercing wasn't visible. Plus I had to do something above and beyond getting my ear or nose done. It was my first piece of body mod and it had to be earth shattering. On top of all that I had convinced myself that I could use the piercing much like one ties a string around their finger to remember to do something in my case it was to stop making the same mistake over and over and over again. Two years worth of anguis h and constant screwing up were going to come to an end and if I ever thought about making the same mistake again I would have something in me to remind myself maybe I shouldn't be going down this path again. I had my reasons, I was away from my parents and I had a student loan to burn.
At A Glance Author han shan Contact han shan@bme.anon When N/A Artist Scott Studio Utility Location Halifax, Nova Scotia So I headed down to Utility one October afternoon when the weather was still warm. My whole body was jacked up on adrenalin and anticipation. My insides bouncing about. I was nervous really nervous. On the walk down my inner monologue was going nuts, do I really want to do this, its going to hurt, its going to really hurt, i am going to freak out and start swearing and shouting and making a fool out of myself. I am not sure why I didn't back down. My head brain and body were both scared out of their wits. But I wanted it so badly. I've wanted to get pierced since I was in 5th or 6th grade when my neighbor Ben with his multicolored palm tree hairdo pierced his septum with a safety pin. Since then i have wanted to get pierced and here I am walking to get it down and i am about ready to shit myself.
When I got to Utility and I told the girl running the cash what I wanted. I had no clue what I was doing. I didn't no a damn thing about procedure and sterility. Any of those things. The place could have been a rat infested dive I wouldn't have noticed I was too busy being jittery. Thank god it was a clean place. Soon enough I was in the little backroom where all the piercing takes place and the first thing that pops out of my mouth is how much is this going to hurt. Scott told me not to worry about he pierced his own back in the day and it wasn't that bad. At this time it never dawned on me that pain was relative. Scott began to prepare for the piercing I was lying down breathing heavily oblivious to the world around me. A 5 minute eclipse could have happened I wouldn't have noticed. I was told to breathe in and out slowly and deeply and on number three my nipple would be skewered. 1...2...3...I didn't feel a thing, everything was numbed by the mad amount of nat ural chemicals floating about my brain, I was anesthetized by adrenalin. The ring was slipped in and closed and then Scott discussed aftercare. This concept never really sunk in thus leading to the demise of my first three piercings. I couldn't stop playing with it. My hand was up my shirt for months straight just playing with my little ring. BAD NEWS!! It never healed and it became gross, swollen, puss filled, and eventually rejected. What I learned from this experience was don't play with it. It took getting yelled at months later about it for me to realize that it was my own damn fault that it rejected.
When Scott discussed aftercare I was in a haze and nothing sunk in. I was pierced and I was high as a kite. I felt amazing and everything was crystal clear. The sky was bluer, the grass greener, everything looked fresh as if the world was only created seconds ago. It was a wonderful feeling and it lasted for hours. I was ecstatic and to this day I haven't been able to repeat the feeling with and without piercings and with and without drugs. I floated home after the piercing. Even when taking into consideration the painful process of my nipple not healing piercing it was a great experience and if could do it again even if I wasn't allowed to heal it I would. It was wonderful and now i am addicted to piercings and I can't go through a day without at least once or twenty times sitting down and wondering what comes next.