The first piercing I ever got were my ears. My parents got them done for me when I was a baby. When I was in Elementary school, I asked if I could get my ears pierced a second time. My mom brought me to Claire’s and I got my second hole in my ears. I never wear earrings anymore. I always lose them anyways and since my ears can only handle real jewelry, it’s a waste of money.
When I was a Junior in High School, I wanted a septum piercing. I obviously wasn’t old enough to get it done professionally so I went on Amazon and bought the professional tools and the jewelry. I watched a ton of YouTube videos of people do it themselves and it looked easy enough. When the package arrived, K’s mom was wondering what the hell it was but I didn’t tell her. I locked myself in the bathroom and even told K to stay out. I couldn’t clip my septum with the clamp. I called K in to do it for me but she couldn’t, she was too squeamish, lol. I had her help me get the clamp on that perfect spot (if you pinch the soft spot where the septum goes, you will feel no pain) and I poked the needle through. The clamp holding onto my nose was probably the most painful part of this procedure. I didn’t even know it was all the way through until I felt the tip of the needle hit the inside of my nose on the opposite side I had poked from. It also made my eyes water because that spot in your nerves awakens a tear duct or something.
Ok, enough baby pictures of me. I did eventually switch it to a smaller one because my fast-food job didn’t approve of it. I had it for less than a year and I had full intentions of keeping it forever but one day the power went out at my dad’s house because there was a bad thunderstorm. I accidentally pushed the ring out–I wasn’t able to get it back in (especially not in the dark). When the lights came back on, I desperately tried to push it back through but it wouldn’t budge. 😦
As of now, I can put earrings in still, if I please. I don’t think those holes will ever close up. I also have some discreet piercings that I always keep my jewelry in. A girl that I met at the peepshow I worked at (the same one that convinced me to become a dancer) was leaving her shift early one day because she had an appointment to get a few things pierced. She has so many piercings she had to think of where she should get the ones she wanted that day. I really wanted to get my nipples pierced but I had never left a shift early and didn’t want to get in trouble but she assured me that it’d be just fine. I don’t know if I was more nervous about ditching work or getting my nipples pierced. We walked out and I never got in trouble. She brought me to this place where she had gone before and she, 100%, trusted somewhere in the very suburban parts of Minnesota. It was called Canvas Tattoos and Piercings. She got 3 piercings and I held her hand and winced while I watched and waited for my turn. I’ve heard people are able to get their nipples done at the same time when there are two piercers available but I was never given that option. I got my left one done first and I was literally blinded by the pain. Everything went black. Then, he quickly went to my right one and this time it got stuck a little and he had to push harder and I swear, I was dead…when I came to, I had both of my nipples pierced. I got mine done horizontally but you can also get them done vertically (or both like the girl that went with me has). They had put in a long, straight bar through, that was way too long, I later decided to change to a curved one with two silver balls at each end. I still have those now but one day I’m going to change them to gold ones, if I can ever find curved, real gold ones. It was hard enough finding the ones I have now but this highly respected tattoo and piercing shop in Minneapolis called Saint Sabrina’s had them. I went to get my rings changed there.
Of course, my nipples weren’t even healed yet (it took mine 6mo. but it can take up to 8!) when I decided I wanted another piercing. I mean, I needed this piercing, really, how could I not? I went to Saint Sabrina’s and I got my vertical clitoral hood (VCH) pierced!!! Boyfriend and I were together by this time, but we hadn’t been for long. He was the one who brought me to get this done. This piercing itself wasn’t so painful but when the piercer pushed the jewelry through and tightened the screws, the pain was almost unbearable. I, at first, got a way too long ring (just like my nipples) with plain silver balls at each end. This healed after a week or so and I immediately went to go get it changed to a shorter length one with two diamonds on each end.
The second tattoo I got, which I talked all about here, I got a week after my VCH piercing, my boyfriend brought me back to Saint Sabrina’s, it was definitely a painful one but not the worst pain I’ve ever felt and it was done rather quickly. He had enough posters and artwork on the ceiling to keep my mind off the pain.
The first tattoo I ever got was right when I turned 18. K turned 18 months before me but she waited for me to get her first tattoo with. We called all the shops with the best Google ratings to see if they could do both of our tattoos that same day. This was more difficult than we thought. We went into one place and they smoked weed with us, we knew that place was too sketchy so we left after the smoke sesh. We finally got a call from an awesome place called Twilight. They said two artists were about ready for us. It was dark and we were using the city bus as transportation but we still went. We were also with my then-boyfriend and another at-the-time-friend of ours. When we got there, they were still working on the other guys. We waited a little while and then got a call from another place but we definitely decided to stay where we were.
The artist was excited to do my tattoo because he had never tattooed a pot leaf on anyone before. I didn’t bring a picture because I wanted the artist to be able to draw it for me. K also had her idea in mind without a picture. They both drew awesome pieces for us and we were ready to get them on our bodies permanently.
I decided the placement because I wanted it to be hidden but able to be seen if I’m wearing a bikini or a tank top.
At the time, I couldn’t think of a better tattoo than a pot leaf. My reasoning was “well, why do people get roses and other misc. plants??” I think the pot leaf is beautiful and intricate. Now, I still wear it proudly and I can mention that it saved my life at one point.
“When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.”
And, that’s all I’ve got. I don’t think I’ll get any more tattoos or piercings in my lifetime.