Okay, there I was half bored out of my mind, Being the recent casaulty in the latest demise of a "dot.com" (a four letter profainity in my vocab). I was bored, next to broke, and overcome by apathy. I figured it was time to get a new hole poked in me!
At A Glance Author MetalandInk Contact MetalandInk@bme.anon Artist Anna Studio Outer Limits - Kari Barba Location Southern California - Orange I've always had a PA in the back of my mind when I had my ears, tongue, and some tattoo work done. But I was never really able to shake most of the tension of having a sharp object near my penis. Of course I did my homework and read of other peoples experiences in addition to getting an idea towards the procedure. I finally decided since I've heard nothing but good from it, to grow a pair and waltz myself down to Outer Limits in Orange CA.
One thing that has always attracted me to this studio over others was it's "clinical" setting. The studio always made me feel as if I was in a sterile and hospital type setting. Things that were important to me, I'm sure most would have a problem with it as well, but I guess that's acquired taste. The walls were not white as one would think of a hospital, but an almost soothing beige combined with earthy tones that contributed to a welcoming atmosphere. Music always bellowed through speakers recessed in the walls which really helped take alot of tensions off. Everything from Industrial, EBM to even tribal chants. It made things interesting
Then there's Anna, One of the most wonderful people you will ever meet if you have the chance to. At this point, I have only trusted her to do my metal work. For one, I am very comfortable with her. Two, she's very good at what she does. And Three, she's smoking hot. In the past, she's done both my ears (2 cbrs each), and my tongue (14 stretched to a 10) all without problems. I've heard numerous horror stories of piercings from peers of going to the wrong place where they screw up somehow and they end up with metalwork that looks crooked or left a scare. So I guess I can say I'd consider Anna my "personal" piercer. (chuckles at the thought)
I pulled up to the studio (felt like home again) and made my way inside. I passed the front desk and ambled to the back room where there was a seperate lobby for the "victims". There were several people ahead of me so it gave me some time to look over some of the jewelry they had in the display case and look through the portfolio of pictures of what I assumed where her finest works. All I can say is that it's too bad I'm not rich, Because I would probably get everything under the sun poked and stretched. I can almost see it now "Hey, do you like my new LIVER piercing, pretty extreme huh?"
As I mentioned before there were people ahead of me and thus I was curious to find out what work they were having done today, so I could resist to listening in. It appears that the lad ahead of me wanted to get a single ear pierced. Now not that I have anything against that. But for my taste, I tend to be a more linear person, I prefer things in pairs (aka. ears, nipples, eyebrows) or hence it would feel "imcomplete to me". Sans the fact that this feeling doesn't apply for centerline features such as the septum, bridge, or various genital piercings. Now if I had 3 heads (including the one on my shoulder) then I'd reconsider that remark. But for now, until I get my penis split, I'll eave that to rest. Of course I wouldn't doubt that there was a person right before me that was going to get their "liver" pierced, and thought to themselves "oh..a PA?? (makes masturbating gesture)"
Well, Finally Anna noticed me and we exchanged greetings, and she handed me the forms to fill out as she took care of the last person, I think it was a bellybutton. On a slight deviation, I merely wanted to mention that I've seen "kits" at novelty stores which allowed you to have a "temporary button piercing" which employed the use of spirit gum and some cheezy jewelry for the "less than daring". In my opinion, those go right along with those temporary tattoo kits. Lamez! Of course The idea of Anna touching my privates came to mind, and I was worried I would become erect in the process, or say something stupid. All I know is that she was going to have my penis in one hand, and a needle in the other. As kinky as it may have sounded to me feeling so helpless like that, I opted to keep things on a professional level. Anyways, I finish filling out the forms and Anna prepares for the work to be had. Now from reading and researching, I know the procedure follows closely along these lines. A receiving tube is inserted into your uretha to protect the inside from the needle which would be used on the outside. That's all in a nutshell.
Having finished the paperwork, I sat in the sub-lobby, anxiously waiting and reconsidering my decision. Then, I'm not sure if minutes or hours passed, Anna's head poked from behind the curtain and said "okay, all ready". I walked behind the curtain and glanced around. All of the surrounds are familiar and inviting, Outside of some pictures on the wall and some bamboo shoots cut to look like steri-cut needles, the less aware would have assumed this was a doctors examination table. Two tables on either side with various sterile elements (cotton balls, skin prep pads, what looked like a bottles of betadine, and various light fixtures on goosenecks. After glancing around, I was instructed to drop my pants and My "chonies", I found this rather amusing since I've never heard that term in ages. I've dated latina girls in the past so I became familiar with some of the language involved, and it was a pleasant surprise and made it feel less impersonal. I did what I was told and my pants and boxers where at my ankles, Anna told me to sit back on the table as far as I could and just lay back. Now It was a rather cold evening and hence as most people's peni tend to do is retreat. I don't know if it was because I was nervous, or the chilly weather, but the most I can say is it reminded me of someone putting on a turtleneck sweater that was 4 sizes too small. It was a tad embarrassing at first but it passed and we went on. Earlier, we had discussed what size jewelry I wanted, the options available to me were 14, 12 and 10 gauges, just recently, I've fallen under the belief to get the largest gauge possible and what safetly will allow to save time and money later on the stretching should I decide to go that route. So I opted for the 10 gauge, I was soon to have reconsidered that decision. She explained to me the procedure and what was going to happen, she told me since I had a rather large seam on the underside of my penis, that she was going to have to make the actual piercing off center which I was okay with. As expected, she mentioned the receiving tube and the actual piercing. Then the mentioned the size of the receiving tube that caused me almost to faint. Since I was having a 10 gauge done, it required a 6 gauge receving tube to be shoved into me. YIKES! I was then reassured that a topical analgesic would be used to help make that situation a little more bearable. Anna took some "Anal-ease" on a q-tip and proceeded to swab the inside of my uretha with it, the sensation was almost disturbing since I've never had anything placed in there before. I can't say that I've been honored enough to endure the ancient chinese "glass rod" torture method that we've so vividly described to our class mates in elementary school. So this was new to me. At that point.. she preped the area and made the piercing mark while the analgesic took effect. I barely noticed anything numbing, but I could only imagine what it woulda been like without it. After a few minutes, she proceded to place the 6 gauge receiving tube into me. Now I must say that this was the most uncomfortable portion of the entire experience, even more so over the piercing itself. I found myself wanting to get it over with just so I could get that thing outta me.
She asked me if I was ready and I nodded. I started my breathing. At first it felt like a sharp sensation that became more intense, not bad enough to make you cry, but just enough to make you wince. As soon as I thought the pain would become unbearable, I felt the needle go through.... followed by a rush that was very familiar so having my other piercings done. I LOVE that feeling! Anna's voice interrupted the nostalgia and told me " all done, I just need to get the jewelry in and asked me how it was" I mumbled "not bad at all, not bad at all" surely enough it wasn't, infact I would have been rather dissapointed if it didn't pinch at all (after all isn't that why we get needles poked in us in the first place?) I looked down and saw my penis with a needle sticking out of it. Certainly a odd site for the unprepared. At atleast at this point, I wish I had a camera with me. Anna came back after prepping the jewlery and started inserting it, which didn't have any sensation at all. After a quick wipe down, it was all done. I was given a mirror to look at the final product. It looked great. And there wasn't even that much bleeding. I was wrapped in some gauge and a rubber glove that she was wearing was placed over and tied off with a rubber band to contain the blood. I was given an after care sheet and was told that bleeding was not unusual for a couple days after and if it did persist, to come back and have it looked at. I walked..or limped out of the studio a different person. Because now I had just that more metal on me to worry about when I travel and walk through metal detectors ;).
The healing process was interesting. Especially when I had to pee for the first time after the piercing, I sat on the toilet and relaxed, at first there was a a stream of blood followed by an intense burning sensation. Almost to the point of causing me to pinch up. I musta have made that a 30 minute ordeal where most other people would have take less than a minute to do. I finally finished peeing and rewrapped it. Over the next couple days, urination still had a stingy sensation to it, but I felt better overall and cleansed afterwards. Urine was suppose to contribute to the healing process since urine comes from your own body sterile, and has a large amount of ammonia in it (a sterilizing agent). I was extremely tender for the next couple days and I literally had to reteach myself to enter/exit my car, sit down, and walk. Sometimes I'd bend the wrong way, and pinch it which was painfull, and the bleeding, as predicted, continued for a couple days, and eventually spotted and stopped entirely. Morning wood was painful, and the increased sensitivity was to blame for my 10,000 erections I'd encountered daily. As one person wrote before me, It's like having a piece of metal attached directly to your nerves! With regular care, my healing is well underway after a week and so far, I love it. Of course I look very much forward to actually trying it out, but patience is my virtue. I look back and never regreated what I did. Some people asked me why I like to self mutiliate myself, my reply to their inquery was that if you're paying someone to do it for you, it's not "self" mutilation. ;) I love this piercing, and I think i'll have it with me for a very long time, maybe even dabble with the idea of stretching it to a 4 or 6 down the road. I have no regrets, and for those individuals who can't even consider the idea of having something sharp next to your penis, you're missing out. :)
Nows to think about what I want to do next :) Ciao!