Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Piercing Crazy
I guess it is true what they say, afterall. Didn't believe it at first, but now that my navel is finally close to being completely healed (- took long enough too! 9 months), I am having serious cravings for getting another piercing.
One would think that having some stranger shove sharp objects through your body might be something to be avoided... but in fact it is something rather addictive. If I could experience the initial thrill of the needle going through my belly button again, followed by the oh-so-conscious feeling of having a piece of metal stuck through one's skin, I'd do it again in an instant.
Now I don't feel it anymore, unless I bump it, or unless The Fiancé bumps it accidentally, or unless it gets irritaed for whatever asinine reason. A navel piercing is a delicate and fickle little thing that needs a lot of care and work, has one of the longest healing periods in piercings, and one of the highest rejection rates - even after one thinks one has already healed.
Nevertheless my navel has now turned into one of my favorite parts of my body, for some reason that little piece of metal has increased my self-awareness of my body tremendously, and I love looking at it and exposing any chance I get, despite my belly being not exactly the flattest and nicest out there.
It gives me a sense of "taking care of myself", and now I wanna do it again.
Besides my belly button, I already have 5 other piercings, 4 of which don't really count as such, seeing as they are just through my earlobes... 1 on my left, and 3 on my right. I got my first set of earlobe piercing done at the tender age of... uh... maybe a year or so. My mother had them done by a doctor, so I could wear the gold-and-ruby earrings that I got for some such event as my baptism or something like that. I got my third earlobe piercing when I was 15 or 16, and the third one when I was 17 I believe.
The other is through my left helix, and that one, my dear readers, was a son of a bitch to heal. And to get. Getting a needle shoved through cartilage is nothing like through mere skin, and that thing took me a whole 1 1/2 years to heal completely. It was constantly infected, pussing, irritated, painful, lymphing, getting stuck in the skin so when I had to turn it while cleaning it would rip off skin... for one and a half years.
So, where to get a new hole punched?
Based on this previous experience with cartilage piercings, a tragus is out of the question for me, gorgeous as they are. Facial piercings? My sister already has the family monopoly on nostrileyebrow ones, so I can't do either without looking like a copycat. So yesterday I experimented with an earring to see how a labret ring would look like on me, and both The Fiancé and I thought that's probally not really my type of piercing.
A Monroe piercing then, maybe? I am not sure, I don't think I have the face for it, even though I think they are gorgeous.
Nipples? Only over my dead body will I have anyone come near those with a sharp object of any kind. Nu-uh. Nipple piercings (both male and female) gross me out to no end, I can't even look
So... what's left?
I'll tell you what's left. *grins* I am fully determined to give myself an early Christmas gift this year, and have 'em ring this, and this.
So pretty, so gorgeous, so sexy... and I am sure especially the first one will be a lot of fun, too.
Now, if only I had some extra cash this month, I'd already be on my way. The Fiancé has a colleague in class who apparently has a few of those of her own, and a trusted and experienced shop to get them done. Am now waiting for the address and pricing information...
...and preparing The Fiancé to get himself one of these...
*excitement* piercings and at them without cringing and wincing and having imaginary phantom pains.
One would think that having some stranger shove sharp objects through your body might be something to be avoided... but in fact it is something rather addictive. If I could experience the initial thrill of the needle going through my belly button again, followed by the oh-so-conscious feeling of having a piece of metal stuck through one's skin, I'd do it again in an instant.
Now I don't feel it anymore, unless I bump it, or unless The Fiancé bumps it accidentally, or unless it gets irritaed for whatever asinine reason. A navel piercing is a delicate and fickle little thing that needs a lot of care and work, has one of the longest healing periods in piercings, and one of the highest rejection rates - even after one thinks one has already healed.
Nevertheless my navel has now turned into one of my favorite parts of my body, for some reason that little piece of metal has increased my self-awareness of my body tremendously, and I love looking at it and exposing any chance I get, despite my belly being not exactly the flattest and nicest out there.
It gives me a sense of "taking care of myself", and now I wanna do it again.
Besides my belly button, I already have 5 other piercings, 4 of which don't really count as such, seeing as they are just through my earlobes... 1 on my left, and 3 on my right. I got my first set of earlobe piercing done at the tender age of... uh... maybe a year or so. My mother had them done by a doctor, so I could wear the gold-and-ruby earrings that I got for some such event as my baptism or something like that. I got my third earlobe piercing when I was 15 or 16, and the third one when I was 17 I believe.
The other is through my left helix, and that one, my dear readers, was a son of a bitch to heal. And to get. Getting a needle shoved through cartilage is nothing like through mere skin, and that thing took me a whole 1 1/2 years to heal completely. It was constantly infected, pussing, irritated, painful, lymphing, getting stuck in the skin so when I had to turn it while cleaning it would rip off skin... for one and a half years.
So, where to get a new hole punched?
Based on this previous experience with cartilage piercings, a tragus is out of the question for me, gorgeous as they are. Facial piercings? My sister already has the family monopoly on nostrileyebrow ones, so I can't do either without looking like a copycat. So yesterday I experimented with an earring to see how a labret ring would look like on me, and both The Fiancé and I thought that's probally not really my type of piercing.
A Monroe piercing then, maybe? I am not sure, I don't think I have the face for it, even though I think they are gorgeous.
Nipples? Only over my dead body will I have anyone come near those with a sharp object of any kind. Nu-uh. Nipple piercings (both male and female) gross me out to no end, I can't even look
So... what's left?
I'll tell you what's left. *grins* I am fully determined to give myself an early Christmas gift this year, and have 'em ring this, and this.
So pretty, so gorgeous, so sexy... and I am sure especially the first one will be a lot of fun, too.
Now, if only I had some extra cash this month, I'd already be on my way. The Fiancé has a colleague in class who apparently has a few of those of her own, and a trusted and experienced shop to get them done. Am now waiting for the address and pricing information...
...and preparing The Fiancé to get himself one of these...
*excitement* piercings and at them without cringing and wincing and having imaginary phantom pains.
