When I was younger my sister got a nose piercing, which is one reason I wanted to get the piercing that I currently have. Right now the only piercing that I have is a Monroe piercing, which looks pretty epic. Because of my age and the fact that my mother is queasy when it comes to body modification, it took a couple of years for me to break her down into agreeing to get me the piercing. By the time I finally got acknowledgement from my mom, we went to the piercing place that did my sister’s nose. When we got there they said they could pierce my lip area but they would need a birth certificate and ID, however being the home-schooler I was at the time I have no school ID. It really sucked knowing that the only reason I was not allowed to get my piercing was that I have absolutely no photo ID. During the summer before I started public school my mom suggested that we go to the DMV so I could get a non driver permit and therefore have photo ID. By the time I managed to get my mom to agree to a date to wait in line some bad stuff happened with my family so it got held off even longer. After the stuff with my family was sort of settled, I started high school and I was full of anxiety which got worse as they messed up my schedule so I was unable to go to any of my classes before and a little after lunch, during lunch I was like a lost dog,wandering around trying to find someone to sit with. I found someone who was also a freshman with similar interests to my own. My schedule got fixed and I made a few friends. After a couple of weeks we had to take school pictures. About a week after the pictures were taken we received our school IDs. When I got mine, although I looked horrible, I was really happy because I could finally get my piercing. When I got home that day I told my mom that I finally have ID so I would like to get my piercing. My mom then took me to the piercing place the next Friday and I got my piercing. While I was getting my piercing my sister and her friend were looking around the store as my mom was on the verge of passing out. I chose my piercing, a light blueish-green gem that I still wear to this day, I laid down on the table and the piercer asked whether the spot he chose was a good place for the piercing, then he put some orange stuff on my face. While the piercer was preparing, my mom was telling me how it did not make any sense that I was afraid of getting shots at the doctor but was looking forward to getting a piercing through my face. After my mom said this the piercer told me how the needle used for piercing was larger that a doctor’s needle, this of course made me very nervous but I still wanted it. After I got the piercing I was on the verge of passing out as it just clicked that I just had a needle through my face. I was really happy the next morning and then I texted a picture to a few of my friends. They all said it looked cool. A few of my teachers even said it looked nice. Right now I just ordered some new piercings off line so I’m really happy and I have taken up body stitching which is pretty badass if you don’t know what it is.
I had wanted my industrial for about 5 years before I actually went to my piercing shop in Brooklyn, NYC to get it. And luckily, when I went to go get it the piercer told me that I had the perfect ear for it. I had researched it a lot before I went, and a bunch of people said that it was the most painful ear piercing they had. Being that as far as piercings go, I only have my two lobe piercings, I was prepared for a pretty painful experience, but when I got there the piercer was extremely comforting and it ended up being a pretty tolerable pain level. Afterwards, it wasn’t very uncomfortable, except for a warm “glow” that made my ear feel hot and inflamed. Sleeping, however, was extremely uncomfortable for the next 2-3 weeks and I couldn’t lie on that side. It’s been 2 months later, and I still can’t sleep on that side without facing major irritation and a keloid that lasts for a week or so. It’s definitely a piercing that requires a lot of commitment to cleaning, too. I clean mine 2 times a day and by the second cleaning it’s already a bit crusty again and definitely needs a cleaning. Another thing that I found in my research is that most people let their piercings get infected because they aren’t cleaning it or taking care of it the way they’re supposed to. My piercer also said that to me when he was explaining how diligent I had to be about cleaning it regularly, especially because you can’t just take the piercing out when it does get infected, and it’s painful. It happens mostly with the fistula (piercing hole) higher up in the ear and closer to your head, since it’s constantly touching your hair and getting hit or pulled at. One last bit of advice if you’re looking to get an industrial is not to play with it, even after it feels healed and no longer hurts. Now that it doesn’t directly hurt me, I find myself lifting my hand up to play with it, and I have to remember to stop myself. Anyway, if you plan on getting the piercing, it looks amazing, but it also takes a lot of commitment to take care of it!
My fascination with piercings started when I was maybe ten years old and saw someone with a lip ring for the first time ever. Despite this early love of piercings, my first didn’t come until my seventeenth birthday (a nostril piercing). The year after, I went for my snakebites. I had wanted that particular piercing for the last five years and let me tell you, when I came home with that much metal in my face my parents almost had heart attacks. The year after that, I was nineteen and finally self confident enough for a navel ring, my boyfriend at the time loved to play with it once it healed. Year 20, I decided on my first tattoo and holy shit did it hurt more than I expected. By then, I had lost my left lip ring and sorely missed it. Year 21 I re-pierced the left side of my lip but it was gone again by 22. I seem to have the worst luck with that thing! At 23 I decided on an industrial. Bad bad bad idea. I went to someone I thought was a professional but he appeared try used un-sterilized jewelry in my new piercing. Long story short, the ear rejected the piercing. Last year I turned 24 and had my setup pierced. This is by far my favorite. In 8 months I will decide on my next piercing or tattoo. Who knows what it will be, but I know I will continue this tradition for as long as I can.
Destiny B., Florida
On November 1, 2014 I decided to get my belly button pierced. I went to my local tattoo shop in Hollywood, Fl. I was nervous at first but I calmed myself down. I was nervous because I have no tattoos and I have no piercings besides my ears that I got done when I was a baby. I was also worried because I am underage (16) and in order to get it done at a tattoo shop you have to have parent consent and an i.d. or something with a recent picture of you and your information but I just switched schools and I didn’t have any type of i.d. so I had to use my ACT admission ticket with a picture of me on it so I gave the manager the admission ticket along with the money. Two girls were before me to get their belly button pierced. There was also two women that came in and one of the women wanted a tattoo on her rear end and the manager made funny jokes to make everyone feel comfortable. I was kinda scared but I went ahead and got it done. The manager cleaned around the belly button, used a marker to put dots to where the belly ring would go. After he put the dots he told me that my belly button was leaning and if it was alright to put it there and if I wanted it somewhere else and I said “No that’s fine.” He then made sure the needle was clean and pierced my belly button. I had a feeling he was almost done because I felt the ball of the belly ring being screwed on. I got up and he said “well you’re all done” and I smiled and said “Thank You.” I asked the manager “What do I have to do when it comes to cleaning it?” He said “You can clean it 2-3 times a day with antibacterial soap in the shower every.” And others told me I can use hot water and sea salt so that’s exactly what I use right now.
My wife and I had just separated and she was trying to get me to come back to her, but strictly on her terms, which were not acceptable. I decided that I needed to do something that I knew she would not approve as a statement of my independence. I considered getting a tattoo, but they are so permanent and most of them get ugly with age. About that time, I met a man with one nipple pierced. I asked about it and he was quite happy to discuss it with me. I later did some reading and found that it was quite symbolic.
The Spartans were slave/warriors for Rome. The wore Roman breast-plate armor and Roman capes. When they rebelled against Rome, they lost the armor, thus had no place to attach the capes. They pierced their nipples in order to attach their capes for battle bare-chested. When the regular Roman soldiers saw what the Spartans had done, the Romans ran from the battlefield, psyched out by the Spartans. It became a symbol of those who will not be enslaved to anyone.
I thought this was a perfect statement for the termination of my marriage. I also thought of the symbolism that I was taking a ring off my finger and one out of my nose and putting one through my left nipple.
When my children told their mother about it, she took me to court to try to get my visitation rights removed because of it. I won that battle in court, although the judge thought I was weird, she didn’t think it was a reason for me not to have visitation with my children. I decided that I would never remove it and would be buried with it.
The one I got at that time, horizontal in my left nipple, was maintained about 9 years. Eventually, it migrated to the point that I was afraid it would get torn out accidentally and I stopped wearing it for a few years until it was fully closed. I then went to get it re-done and, also had one put vertically through my right nipple.