The decision to get my PA done was both thought-out and spur-of-the-moment.
At A Glance Author Timothy Contact Timothy@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Kelsey Studio Halo Precision Piercing, LLC Location Tucson, Arizona
I had made the decision to get my PA one because I like the way it looks and it's a private piercing that I could have for just myself. I thought long and hard about it and finally came to the decision to do it. I was going to wait for my friend Alithium to come down to Tucson from Las Vegas to get her eyebrow done the same day I did my PA. But when I started to think about it, I knew that if I didn't do it now, I would never do it.
I debated with myself for a few days before I actually got up the nerve to go down to the shop. I walked into Halo that day in September, knowing I had to do it; that it was now or never. I had asked my parents for money for a "book for school"... little did they know they were funding a piercing in my penis.
When I went into the shop, some random counter girl I had never seen before was working. I asked who the piercer on duty was and she replied. "Kelsey." I was slightly startled. As a homosexual, I haven't had a girl touch my penis in quite some time, so this was going to be a blast from the past. I asked the random counter girl is Kelsey would have a problem with doing the piercing for me. "Oh no," she said, "it's not big deal; do you have a problem with it?" Well no, of course I didn't have a problem with it. I had just been thinking to myself that if a male piercer were to do it and I found him attractive, would I get a hardon? But if a female piercer did it, would she be offended if I didn't get a hard on? This is one area of 'piercing etiquette' I had no experience in.
So I agreed that I would get it done and that Kelsey would do it. So I gave them my ID and my $60 and then I sat in the waiting area for Kelsey to be done with the current piercing she was doing. I chatted with a heavily modded older woman who was getting her labret pierced. I told her what I was getting done and she nicely suggested that I go first. Trying to make me feel better, she said she was nervous. This woman had tattoos on the inside of her ears, how could she be nervous about a labret piercing?! So that amused me until Kelsey told me to bring my little packet of wipes up to the counter. She told me to go in the bathroom and wipe down the area and not to touch the area again after the cleaning.
As I was going to the bathroom, my cousin Nicky leaned over and said, "I'm so scared for you." Thanks a lot, Nick. Thanks.
I went into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror. I looked at my penis and then at my eyes. I told myself, "We've done this before... okay, not specifically this but we've done piercings before. We can do this." I had a whole Zen moment with my penis and said, "This, too, shall pass; we can get through this."
I wiped everything down and was nice and fresh and clean. Then I turned around and touched the sink to steady myself (because my pants were around my ankles!) and then without even thinking, went to pull up my pants and almost touched my nice clean penis! I started freaking out, thinking I had contaminated the area... until I realized I hadn't touched my junk at all. With that crisis averted, I went back into the main room of the shop.
Kelsey took about two seconds to get everything ready in the main room of the shop but it felt like an eternity. I was no longer nervous (please see above Zen moment) but I was afraid that if she didn't hurry up and jab my dick with that needle, I was going to start crying like a little girl. Just when I thought I couldn't wait anymore, she was ready.
Kelsey started to explain what she was going to use and I told her to definitely not explain it, just to do it. So she put on her gloves and got the instruments out. Then she changed gloves and started looking at my penis. She informed me that the scar tissue from my circumcision was very prevalent... and grabbed it and started wiggling it around! Okay, that part of my dick is rather sensitive, so it was sort of disconcerting for me to have a female doing anything even similar to this. Then she told me that it couldn't go straight through and the ring would have to sit ever so slightly to the left or two the right... so pick one. I didn't quite gather what she said so she repeated herself: "Pick left or right." So in what was apparently a weird voice, I told her to the left. She asked why I chose the left and I said that because when something has to be off center for me, I always pick right, but this was special, so it would go to the left.
She then informed me that me my urethra was gigantic. Great. Thanks, Kelsey.
Now here was the moment of truth. She took out the receiving tube and placed it in my urethra, saying how it would probably be uncomfortable. I think the uncomfortable part was going to be shoving the hollow needle through my dick, so this was no big deal. Then she said to start breathing and all I could think was how I was already a Zen master because of my moment in the bathroom with my dick. Breath in... and a breath out... that came out as a gasp! I expected serious pain, seeing stars, the end of my life as I knew it because a needle went through my dick. My nipple piercings hurt worse than what had just happened to me.
She followed the needle through with the 10ga CBR and I was done. I couldn't believe it. There, sitting in my penis, was this shiny silver ring. Kelsey explained that some men found other gauges, such as a 6ga, to be more comfortable. No, no, a 10ga was just fine for me, thanks!
She gave me my aftercare instructions and sent me on my merry way, a new steel ring proudly positioned in my penis.