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Southern Gent with a cool PA |
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I am truly a good old' conservative southern boy at heart. Live and love the south and have grown up with God and family close to my heart. I graduated in accounting and work in high finance. I have the whole professional image right down to the starched shirt and leather seats in my Infiniti. I'm sure I'm everything some mother would love for her daughter to come home to, except that a few years ago I came to the realization that is was those naked guys in the shower at the gym that got my heart racing.Ok, so I'm gay. I guess that didn't really fit the southern gentleman stereotype. But then neither did the pierced nipple either. Two years ago, I visited the Inkwell in Birmingham, Alabama and, with much fear and trepidation allowed a needle to pass through my tender chest parts. Hey, folks, when Janet Jackson says it's a very sensual feeling all the time, she is so damn straight up. It's awesome.
So, two years later, having tortured myself with thoughts of getting a PA, and staring at the images on BME with a full erection, I decided that it was maybe time for another visit to the Inkwell. Plus a good friend got one and I wasn't about to be outdone.
The piercing experience itself went very well. Overall, I'm amazed at how little pain there was. Heck, giving blood is much worse. (No, I don't give blood anymore since coming out of the closet.) The procedure was handled very well. The healing time for the PA was extremely rapid. I was rather surprised after the lengthy healing time for the nipple. I received a 12 gauge circular barbell. Oh and the horror stories of the first trip to the urinal after the piercing are severely over-rated. It stings some but nothing to write home about. I have had several people that see me naked at the gym tell me they think it's cool. I think I've inspired several new PAs in town.
Now for the downside. The Inkwell has proven to be a one trick pony. Or for the slow and dumb ones like myself, a major scam operation. After receiving the piercing and cleaning instructions, etc., I was told that sometimes the balls on the circular barbells like I had would come off. This was not a problem, though, since the Inkwell sold replacements.
This was good to know, until a ball came up missing a few hours after the piercing. I went back the next day only to be told that I would have to pay about $12 for the new jewelry. I did and was given a replacement that didn't fit. I called the owner a couple days later and he told me that the only thing I could do was buy a new piece of jewelry. I guess he figured out by my raised voice that this was unacceptable. He agreed, reluctantly, to replace the jewelry but couldn't until a new shipment came in the next weekend. I would have to wait nearly a week.
The first day at work with the missing ball was a real adventure. The jewelry kept coming loose and I was wearing boxers. At one time, I realized that my jewelry was missing. I got up from my desk and retraced my steps and found it...on the floor right in front of my secretary's desk. Thank God no one saw it or saw me pick it up and head to the men's room. The rest of the week I agonized with a fresh hole in my dick and nothing to wear but briefs for fear of losing the jewelry.
Finally, I got the replacement and things were fine...until I went to a larger gauge. Within two weeks of getting 10 gauge, surprise!!, a ball came off and guess who couldn't give me a replacement. Ok, I was on my way up to an 8 gauge anyway so I just decided to endure until then. Need I continue? I got an 8 gauge and this time the piercer gave me the name of the jewelry manufacturer and said that in case I lost a ball to bring in the name and gauge and they could replace it. Did it. And guess what? They acted like I was a foreigner speaking Arabic or Hindu. This time the piercer called the owner who again said he could sell me a new piece of jewelry for $40. Hello, boys and girls, can you spell SCAM?
Turns out that the Inkwell "changes jewelry suppliers" like the rest of us changes our underwear (those that still wear underwear, that is). Yeah, right. What they do is stock replacement balls from one supplier and jewelry from another. And it's funny but the pieces never seem to stay on.
To summarize things:
Should I get a PA? Absolutely!! If it is something that even remotely is of interest, do it. The pain is minimal, and unlike a tattoo, can be taken out if you don't like it.
What kind of people get PAs? All kinds. People just like you, including the wingtip, starched shirt kind that will probably vote Republican this fall. (Yeah, whatever, you bleeding heart liberals.)
Will it change my sex life? That's up to you. Will it? My partner likes it, but says that if he breaks a tooth on it, he'll kill me. Yikes!!
Does it hurt? Not a bit. It feels great when played with.
Where can I get it done? Many folks in town are recommending Bohemian Rhapsody. But wherever you go, DO NOT GO TO THE INKWELL!!!