There is something great about the addiction of body modification. I have wanted my nipples pierced for a good three years now. I had this friend who had hers done and it looked really sexy on her. We have the same size tits, so I figured...why not?
At A Glance Author disco lemonaid Contact disco lemonaid@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Mister Smith At the time I was 15. No way would it of happened. Then I got discouraged by the thought of being a human sprinkler system whenever I was ready to bring children into this world. However, while camping this past summer and getting naked with a small group of very close friends, they all decided I should get them done. Their argument was that my tits were the perfect size for such a thing. I was going to. You would be amazed what your friends can talk you into. So, time has gone by and college rolls around to rear its ugly head. Suddenly my hair was blue and my gauged ears were now at a 00. This was not enough. I needed more. I wanted to do more. Tattoos? Too expensive. Septum ring? Damaged septum. Nipple rings? Cha-fucking-ching. My best friend and I decided that we wanted to get them done together. "That shit hurts." We said. "We have to do it together."
Time passed and Christmas season rolls around. One of our old co-workers from the restaurant had gotten his license for tattoos and piercing but decided to move away from us. Well guess who came back for the holidays?
As a Christmas gift, Mr. Smith was going to pierce my friend's septum for free. Upon hearing this news, I asked if he could cut me a deal on a nipple piercing. He said yeah he would only charge me about 20 bucks. Not bad, considering I had called my trusty shop and it was 35 for one and 50 for both.
As the week progressed I was convinced I wouldn't get it done. Lots of little things were getting in the way and shit always happens. Then, just last night, he calls. He needs a pair of 0 gauge plus. He asks my friend if she had any that he could have. No, she did not. She was at a 2 gauge. My other friend did not have any either. He was a 4. I got excited. I got on the phone and he asked me if I would give him mine. I then asked if he would pierce my nipples and he agreed. He said he would go get his shit from his dad's house and then be around to do it later tonight. Woo! I was not that nervous. Maybe it was because my little brain has powers to know that it was not going to happen that night. He came into town, got all his needles and clamps and whatnots. Forgot the jewelry. It was ok because there were too many people in the room anyways. Note: do not have multiple ex boyfriends in the room while getting pierced.
Especially if you're going to be showing your titties.
So he tells me that he can do it the next day. I do not believe him but I do believe he will do it before he goes back after New Years.
So, today gets here. I work. I wonder. I call. He's there. My friend is going to get her septum pierced and told me to meet her over there. Wow. This is going to happen. Oh. Wow. I've got rent due soon...but I made 5 dollars in tips today. Go get some cloves. Go smoke. Go. Go. Go. So, I got my cloves. I smoked two by the time I had made it to their apartment. That's speed smoking, because it wasn't far away. I get there and sure enough. He's got his shit. Unfortunately, he has no titanium so my wonderful troop of a friend can not get her septum pierced. Looks like I'm up to bat. One of my friends puts some music on and it's the Commodores. How classic. I'm sitting there nervous, smoking and singing "She's a brick....houssse." I'm also thinking to myself about how I wish I were a brick house. Or at least my nipples...
I'm sweating so bad I can start to smell myself, so since he's almost ready I take my shirts off. I'm in the room with the most random handful of people I have known for years. This girl I was friends with in p.e. in middle school, an ex boyfriend from 7th and 10th grade, my best friend who I never get to see, this guy I used to work with, and Mr. Smith. It then dawned on me that we all (at the same time) worked at the restaurant together. What a coincidence. This was meant to be.
So with my tits floppin' (They don't flop much. They're not big) I smoked yet another clove. Finally he told me to sit in front of him. He marked my nipples with a sharpie and I looked at the people in the room, making conversation with them. I had started singing already. This was something I'm a bit known for because whenever I get a piercing or a tattoo I always sing. It is always bad. So I was instructed to sit up straight with my arms to my side. Not to move. He told me that the clamp would probably hurt. When he put the clamp on I thought to myself "I hope you're right. This clamp doesn't hurt." I knew that since the clamp was in place the needle was soon to go through. I started singing. "A..B..C..D..E..F..G..H..I..J..K..fuckkkfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK." In between the k and the first fuck I felt a warm, second-long, horrible pain. But only for a second. I looked down and saw a barbell in my nipple and a drop of blood rolling down my breast. Cool! So I requested that something I knew the words to would be put on so I could sing to it. Mr. Smith requested A.F.I be put on. I'd rather he be in comfort than me loose a nipple, so A.F.I it was. Amusing, one nipple to the time less classics and one to rock. The same exact thing happened this time except my fuck words were less screamed and more moaned. He put ointment on it. I looked at myself. I had sweat everywhere. All up and down my arms, my hips, my sides, and my chest. I even had sweat on my wrists. That rarely happens. He got a picture and promised to email me. He gave me some sea salt and told me how to clean it and when to clean it. I don't wear bras but he suggested wearing a tight one. Later in the night I was squeezing my tits (avoiding the nipples) because it felt better when I did that. He looked at me and said "See--I told you to wear a tight bra."
After thanking him and smoking again I went home. The first thing I did was put on a tight bra. The second thing: write this. The last thing: recommend that you get it done if you want it. I know it seems crazy that all the people on here have said that it didn't hurt as much as they expected...but it's true. It's really fucking true. The hard pain only lasts a second. Then there's just soreness. Seriously, kiddo's. Go get your nipples pierced. Then two months later, go have someone play with them!