Yes, you read the title correctly. I did in fact puncture holes into my skin with needles, it was awesome. Some brief background information of the story will be helpful to your understanding of my logic in this chain of events. I will relay it to you now:
- I had wanted my nips pierced for at least four years at this point. Roughly since the beginning of my freshman year of college.
- As my previous posts would lead you to believe, yes, I am horribly impulsive, indecisive, and in a very weird/bad place right now.
- I’m still confused by all of it.
Our story begins in the first week of June. It was a Friday I think. I can’t remember, but whatever, it’s not important. I had called Rose Gold’s tattoo and piercing the day before after having done extensive research about their piercer. A couple of my friends from school had gone there for various piercings and tattoos so I knew that it was clean and reliable; which covers all my bases. I could care less if someone was sweet or kind. Let’s be honest, I’m no peach so I don’t expect everyone else in the world to be.
Anyway, back on track, I had brought my best friend for moral support (aka hold my hand so I can squeeze yours to cushion the pain), we picked some jewelry and were ready to go. Before I could actually go through the whole procedure the piercer had to take me back into the piercing room (idk its technical name but I guess that’s what we’ll call it) to inspect my tatas and ensure that they were A-OK to be sliced. After his cold hands prodded my boobs for what felt like a goddamn year, he went and gave me the ‘go-ahead’ and I was sent back out into the lobby wherein my bff had already selected the jewelry. Rose gold barbells did you expect anything less? Those next five minutes of waiting are what I anticipate hell feels like. Literally just sitting there thinking “I know I’ll be fine but what if, by some freak accident, he misses my nipple and stabs me and I slowly bleed to death, tits out in the middle of San Francisco?”
Needless to say that did not actually happen. I am fine. My tits are in very fine condition.
The next 15 minutes were a sheer whirlwind of deep breathing and searing pain. The piercer man told me to disrobe from the waist up. I did so begrudgingly and as slowly as possible with my back turned to everyone. If you know me at all, you know that I don’t just get naked around my friends. Nor do I expose my knees for everyone (I’ve noticed a trend of people getting freaky when my knees are out and I am Not a fan.) After all that drama went down in my head this mans says “I need to mark where the piercings will go.”
Oh my god, great, this skinny ass white man has to stare intensely at my nipples again with a marker in his hands.
I, like most people, am not a fan of any part of my anatomy being scrutinized for more than 22 seconds at a time. I don’t particularly enjoy this mans mustache all over my tits at 11 am on a Friday while the sun’s still up, ya feel me?
This moment literally felt like it went on forever. He even looked up at me at one point (such a weird platonic angle, like I’m still creeped out by it) and goes, “I’m really anal about piercing placement.” Like, sir, I appreciate that, I really do, but imma need you to hurry the fuck up so that I can just get this over with ya feel me? Shortly after this awko-taco moment he gets it together and has me lie down on this medical-looking table.
I’m not kidding when I say that this pain was the most intense yet strangely euphoric thing I have ever felt in my life. Piercer man told me to lie down and then “would get the needle in place.” Like, okay?? What does that even mean?? Anyway, that’s besides the point now. However, he gave me the most awkward cue ever. He was like, “deep breath in and that’s when I know to start.” Let me just tell y’all that was the MOST pressure I have ever felt in my life. It was like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. It also meant that I couldn’t take a deep breath without him being like “Ok this is it, I’m gonna stab your tits now.” Just way too much pressure.
But it happened and it was intense. It also didn’t hurt after? Just like soreness and I def thought it would feel like I was just pierced and had an open wound but nah, it was a dull pain.
Now we fast forward to a week later: I can’t go running because my boobs have two gaping holes in them and somehow this causes me to lose some sort of my identity? I’m really not sure how to explain this because I actually am not a runner. Like, yeah I run but not every single day and I’m no marathoner so this is really concerning actually.
After this severe existential crisis I literally went back and had him remove my piercings. There goes my $500 down the drain and my 4+ years of wanting nipple rings. I’m just super confused as to this whole thing went down but at least it was a good story?
IDK man, live and let live I guess.