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i guess i've taken this whole slightly pierced/tattooed thing to another level
sidebar: i love LOVE when people use the phrase 'taking it to another level
one of the first people i ever had sex with was this thugged out little 19 year old kid. he was really hot and really really inappropriate. we had SILENT sex in our hostel in washington d.c. in a twin bed while a finnish lady who spent her days baking bread and applying for jobs slept. it was amazing. the point is the little inappropriate thug kid had TWO genital piercings. a shaft apadravya (although his was a little bit further back than the one in this photo) and a reverse prince albert and i totally loved it! since then i've been a little curious.
now i don't have a penis so i can't really get a reverse p.a. but i do have a clitoris with a nice hood on it. ha ha!
so about two months or so ago i went in to get my other nostril pierced and i decided to talk to the lovely ryan at strange city about the whole hood piercing* thing. he told me about the risks, the healing, the piercing itself and answered all of ridiculous questions about nerve damage and painful sex and shit. he was rad and nice (and cute) but i decided to wait. about a month later had to go get my nipple piercings taken care of (the barbells were too long) and i asked all the same questions over again.
what? it's scary to think about someone shoving a big needle through any pieceof skin-the skin on my ladyparts is even scarier!
so then two saturdays ago i finished my eggs and hashbrowns over at mosaics and i walked past strange city and something hit me. i said 'fuck it!' and in i walked and made an appointment for the following sunday...i didn't do it right then because i was bleeding...gross.
period+genital piercing=NO THANK YOU!
so a week passed. and truthfully i didn't think much about it. i told a lot of people i was doing it so i couldn't chicken out and honestly i was looking sort of forward to it. i always look a little forward to the things that i know are going to hurt.
michelle nancy kennedy: part masochist, part adreneline junkie, part fool.
i decided i didn't want anyone to come with me for three reasons: 1) it's my vagina! 2) another person there would make me even more nervous 3) this isn't for the vicarious livers. come, watch me get tattooed, my nose pierced, hell, even my nipples...but this experience was mine.
so sunday morning rolls around and i wake up and shower and shave and pick out the right underwear. i want it to be cute without looking like i chose cute underwear on purpose. someone is going to be seeing me in my panties and i don't want them to be ugly. dark green boy cut low rise. strong choice. very alt. porn or something...ha ha.
do i wear a skirt? i wondered this all morning. i opted for pants. i didn't want everyone in the waiting room to know i was getting my vag pierced.
ha ha.
so i go there and i pay ($80 incl. tip) i wait and i worry and the other girl there tries to calm me down by telling me hurts less than getting waxed (?!) but mostly i just sit and vibrate. i'm nervous...i KNOW it's going to hurt.
so when i get in there ryan and i just kind of chat about the weekend and the 'riot' (?!) on whyte that friday, etc... he didn't really tell me what he was doing or what all the tools were-it wasn't really necessary seeing as how i already have a few piercings and he himself did a few of them. so he told me to take of my pants and lie down.
eek!
so he's cleaning me off and apologized for the fact that it was a little uncomfortable. i said, 'i'd be lying if i said it was completely uncomfortable'...WHAT?! a cute boy has his fingers all over me i'm not going to complain...yet. the dry cotton swab and the q-tip test weren't comfortable nor what was to follow.
i had mentioned earlier that i wanted jewelry no bigger than 10g. so what ryan does is he pierces at a 12g and then immediately stretches up to a 10g. (here's a gauge chart if you're curious... keep in mind this is a scale drawing and 10g is bigger than that. ask to see my conch piercing if you're curious...) apparently the pressure from bigger jewelry in a smaller hole puts pressure on the wound and controls the bleeding. cool.
so he marks the spot. shows me. looks good and apparently my anatomy supports the piercing so we go to town. or rather, ryan does.
one. two. three. 'we'll pierce on the next exhale, ok?'
ok.
HOLY FUCK!
that's exactly what i said.
time for the stretching.
HOLY FUCK!
seriously folks, i don't have the words to describe the intensity of that feeling. it's not all pain and it's not all pleasure. it hurts like fuck but at the same time you get so tense and are so completely aware of your genitals that as the pain subsides you cum, basically. i mean it wasn't the same kind of orgasm i've had thanks to a big hard cock but it's such a release and no matter how clinical the actual piercing is there's no way to deny the sex in it. so basically, yes, i came. hard.
after it was all over and i looked at my newly bejeweled lady parts (it looks amazing!) and got dressed and left. i couldn't really talk. i was just sort of amazed at the intensity of the situation-which i'm articulating poorly-and mostly i could only say, 'wow! that was intense' and giggle a little. ryan walked me out, shook my hand and i left a happy camper.
i saw leah and eli later in the day and i'm sure i was a space case. (sorry kids...) i felt for the rest of the day liked i'd been fucked too hard to speak. my body felt that way too.
so all in all it was rad. bleeding was minimal. it doesn't really hurt anymore; it twinges sometimes and i am aware of it but it's not annoying and aftercare seems to be going alright.
so yeah...
xo xo michelle.
*weird, i never link to porn. ahwell...
*this isn't a picture of MY hood piercing. i am going to take one and if you ask really nicely and i'm not creeped out by your asking to see a picture of my vagina i'll show it to you. hell, maybe we can just get drunk...;)
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