Choosing to go to grad school in a different state was a little daunting, considering my college had only been 45 minutes from home. But it was new and exciting. As the first year went on, I made friends, many with interesting piercings. Before this point, my most adventurous piercing was my belly button. I noticed the tragus piercing, and really came to like it. I thought “Hmm, I have a good tragus for that!” And what better way to commemorate my years in grad school than with an amazing new piercing? So over the holidays, I went to my favorite shop, and got it done. And absolutely loved it (still do!).
When I was little I remember my mother lecturing my siblings about how to protect your bodies and not mark them with ink and pierce them with metal. She was hesitant to even let me get my ears pierced when I was 6.
As my siblings and I grew her mind set changed. It mostly changed because once they hit 18, all bets were off. I was still so young, there was a 10 year difference between me and my brother and 12 between my sister and I. I wanted to be the good kid and respect my mom but keeping my skin clean and pure. My brother went wild; 2 tongue piercings, eye brow, gauged ears, tattoos. My sister was tamer but still had enough piercings for her to get lectured. My mom still looked at me to be the good one, and I was. I was good until I discovered nose piercings at 15. I wanted one so bad and knew it wouldn’t happen with my mom around so I did what any youngest child does and got my sister to take me. I have never been bad with pain so I took it like a champ. The only thing I was scared of was my mother. I was able to hide it from her for a day or two but by day three she caught on to the hiding one side of my face all the time. When she saw it my heart stopped and I felt like my stomach might fall out of my ass. She looked at my nose, at me, then my nose again. What happened next wasn’t something I would have ever expected from my mom, she laughed. A loud, real, laugh. After she caught her breath she looked at me and told me she was waiting for me to get my first piercing but seeing how little it was I fit my place as the baby. After that my body mod decisions have never affected her and I suppose being the youngest of 3 I missed out on the drama filled reactions. I mean I already beat teen pregnancy, I hate alcohol, and my friends and I are way too uncool to get into trouble. I have since taken it out and have gotten my septum pierced. I am not done with piercings but I’m just waiting for a good one to really shock my mom. I mean I deserve a good ol’ crazy mom reaction like my siblings, right? Piercings are my way of showing who I am. Whether I keep them or not is never an issue, being brave enough and just rad enough to do it is why I like it!
Stay weird my friends!
So, here’s my totally random story….I had been contemplating getting a nose piercing for quite some time….thinking of the pros and cons, “will it be acceptable in the workplace?”, “will people look at my differently because of it?”, “will I even like it?” All this contemplating took place when I was around the age of 18. My mom and I had gone to get our tongues pierced the year prior. So my mom and I had decided to go to Cape Cod for the week of my birthday in August. We randomly wandered into a jewelry store (also a piercing spot as well). We decided that we would pick out some new tongue rings, I was so fixated on the one that had the skull and crossbones on it (I LOVE pirates!) So, we purchased the tongue rings, then my mother says to me, “hey Jenn, I know you said a couple of years ago that you wanted to get your nose pierced, now seems like a good a time as any.”
I was so nervous, especially since I had so many friends who’ve had nose piercings that either got infected, or they had sinus issues because of them. I was so anxious and I came up with any excuse to not get it. So, we left the jewelry store, and my dignity as well. We went to dinner at Gringo’s in Hyannis (which is one of the best Mexican spots I’ve had) and had the best enchiladas I had ever had in my whole life, I mean it! These were so delicious, I ate more Mexican food than any other night ever. My mom and I went back to the hotel room and she asked me, “why didn’t you decide to get the nose piercing, are you chicken?’ Then she proceeded to “cluck” at me….”real mature mom,” but I couldn’t help but laugh at how immature she has being. I had said to her, “yes, I was a little comprehensive about the piercing mainly because I don’t want to wind up NOT liking it after all the trouble of actually getting it.”
So, she made it perfectly clear that she would pay for it for me as a birthday present if I REALLY wanted it. I contemplated the thought and offer for a few minutes before giving a response, “YES!” She decided that she would bring me that next day after lunch, which would be around noon or so. I was still nervous, I know that getting my tongue piercing didn’t hurt, but I didn’t know if this piercing was going to be painful, but then again they do say, “beauty is pain.” That next day, we went out to eat at Gringo’s again, and yes I had enchilada’s again! After eating the best food again for the second time in only two days, we were on our way back to that jewelry store…
“Hello ladies, didn’t I see you yesterday?’ My mom of course had to say something smart, “Yes! You did, my daughter here was too much of a chicken sh*t to get her nose pierced, so now we’re back to see if she’ll actually go through with it.” “Okay, so, was there any specific styled stud you were thinking of?” I wasn’t totally sure, “Not really, I guess the usual stud used would be fine.”
“Alright, here’s one that has a cubic zirconia and it’s 316L surgical steel.” “okay, that works fine for me.”
So, he let my mother know that the price of the piercing was going to be thirty five dollars. She paid the thirty five dollars and I slowly moved to the special chair used for piercings. The piercer could tell that I was nervous, he told me, “There’s nothing to be nervous about, this’ll be quick and all you’ll feel at most is a pinch. I can see you have a tattoo on the back of your neck, if you’re able to get THAT, then this should be a cinch.” I felt a little more at ease, “I suppose you’re right. I don’t have anything to worry about, just stick you’re needle in me, hahahah.”
“Oh, you are funny!.” My mother pointed out, “AND…a pervert, just like your mother.”
I leaned back and let the piercer do his job. I took a deep breath and anticipated a lot of pain, and before I knew it, he was done. It was not painful at all, just some pressure. I thanked him I don’t know how many times before we left the store. I was so happy to finally have that nose piercing I’d been dying to get for almost two years. I was so excited, I bought another stud and a hoop as well. Of course I had to buy piercing cleaner, which wasn’t that expensive.
“I am so happy I got it! Let’s get some Ice cream.” My mom looked at me, “sure, but who’s buying?” “Duh! I am, of course.” I assured her.
We each had a waffle cone, I always get vanilla with chocolate dip. I couldn’t stop smiling because of getting the piercing and even more excited that my mom was kind enough to pay for it as a birthday present for me. It made me feel so cool for a few weeks having a new piercing to show off, but now I’ve had it for so long, sometimes I forget it’s there, but then there are times that I feel with my nose ring (especially the chain that travels to my ear) I’m one step closer to achieving piracy!!
I bring you this, new, line of mine, and a 925 designed reminder of the once lost and gone daughter, from in a “time silence died”.
This is placed at waist wasted and desecrated , a locket marked at a heart’s socket devastated by plain as day takers and rapists.
Locked and mocking this ring is curved, solid, stark, and sterling against the non deserving’s yearnings, preserving in unswerving nerve living pearls internal and unearthly.
When opened, it’s empty of memory and sentiment; symbolic of the knowledge and wrongful harvest which the intent of the hell bent and inept septic is an intended and meant dementia.
These use a lunacy excuse that the receptive accept as exception to truer surface rules that most know are not delusion to use, loose, and remove the EVERY, the VERY essence and ascent meant for me.
Through this abuse is the enforcement of a whore’s orders.
A hated parasite, this lower in life delights in mine <and mind> unmade and became a self designated replacement, a fake that pries and tries to delegate my time, my days and blatantly trading my place, my life and light with her’s and her ways.
I fight and am blamed. Quiet I remain and still blamed stay. I fight <blamed anyway>, refusing usage by the psychotic and should be blind minds.
I DEMAND my life, my rise. I am the legal right that denies and defies the lies of the racked stacked fanatics that ‘chase’ mine, erasing truth and time; that creep and steal, slinking in a disease perceived to be dreaming.
These that receive and feed seeping things unsaid lend to the dead an illegal and misleading meaning, leaving them steeping in things being surreal thinking.
One note, and tone, restored, of hope defeats and keeps these demeaning demons fleeing in retreat.
See, I Believe that there are those who know and can grow through this, that can see the REAL needing to be seen.
So See, Restore, Release and Set Free!! Be Regal and remand back to me these, mine, those…photos and memories
(((I, and solely I, Juanita J. Garofalo, reserve the right to publish and re-publish this piece at my own will. This submission does not in a any way change, alter, or transfer ownership of this piece to any individual or entity and remains solely mine.)))
Well, I nailed the 350 word count just in the piece above, lol…I am actually wearing a .925 solid sterling silver locket belly ring at my waist. It is currently empty of photos or gems as per the significance stated in the piece above. I did try to be a little more upbeat in this piece, but the truth is what the truth is. I also described what my perpetrators are like and what their actual intent in life is. They truly do try to destroy me. There is a note of hope listed at the end that is also the truth. My faith and hope does, to a degree, keep them from engaging in a lot of what they wait to do and will never have the chance. I can’t be broken!! I wait patiently and fight my battles on all levels to have my life returned to me. When Justice happens and is finally is served, I am sure this belly ring will have the appropriate memorabilia placed in it. For those of you that have read another piece of mine submitted regarding a specific instance of Domestic Violence, you know where Justice and I stand at this point. It has yet to be rendered. I will fight every day until it has been!! Thank you for reading!!
JUANITA JEAN GAROFALO “JEANNIE” (formerly Hunt)
MARCH 20, 2015 (penning and typing saved to surveillance)
One day me and my friends all went to this tattoo shop right by my house. My friend walked in there first and ask them to give him a random piercing. So they gave him a list of their piercings and he tried to pick the Prince Albert. When he was done with his piercing I got the list of piercings also and after I seen that he got his friends and he actually went through with it, he said I should get my tongue pierced since he got his Prince Albert so he would pay for it too if I did. So I got my tongue pierced after that and he paid for all of it. When we went home everyone thought that since he got his Prince Albert done and I got my tongue pierced that we were going to do something since they put two and two together. But we were just friends and didn’t do any and it was just funny how everyone thought that.