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Labret Piercing
I was never quite the freaky type, until one day, I offered to take my friend Krystina to get her labret pierced. She was a terrible wimp about the whole thing, but I found it to be very intriguing. She almost chickened out, but I convinced her it was too late to turn back now, after we had already entered Lark Street Tattoo.
This big scary guy with long dreadlocks, named Mike, had her fill out the necessary forms, then propped her up on a counter. She was so nervous, that she made him stand in front of her, so I couldn't watch. He poked the hollow needle through her lower lip, and took $5 off ($50) because he poked her chin a little. Oh well. Now, she loves the thing.
a few weeks after listening to her talk about how much she loved it, she bought a barbell (14 gauge) in hopes that it would look cool sticking out of her chin. It looked ridiculous, so she tried to put it through her ear. She failed, complaining that it hurt.
My ear hole stretching I made so much fun of her for being a wimp, that she dared me to pop it through my existing ear hole. I admit, it hurt slightly, but I went ahead and did it. That began the stretching of my ear holes. Everyday, I wrapped a piece of electrical tape around the barbell until they were 2 gauges, and I bought clear ear plugs.
Everyone that noticed my ear plugs for the next few months was very shocked. Upon meeting me, I look like the most unlikely subject to have something like that done (thin, blonde, innocent, preppy, young looking). But, I loved them. It made me feel like I was accepted into the "freak" group. The next step was the tattoo. My tattoo The day after my 18th birthday, my mother took me to Troy (a place called Metamorphosis) to get a tattoo. I knew that I wanted a small sun between my shoulder blades, but I wanted something special. They had a huge selection of designs. They had a manila folder specifically for sun designs that was packed. I found a cool tribal looking one with twisty flames. I wanted it to be black and purple. My tattooist was a young girl (maybe 24) with BRIGHT orange hair.
She had me sit on a stool,(It was sort of uncomfortable. I had expected to be laying on my stomach on a dentist office type chair) but the place was clean and respectable, so I figured the stool would do OK. It only took about 20 minutes to finish, and yes, it did hurt, but it was far from unbearable. I calmly leafed through some tattoo magazines to keep the focus off of the tattoo . My favorite part would be when she would pause to blot up excess ink or blood every few minutes. It was cool and refreshing. Soon, she finished outlining and color-filling, and I paid my $45.
I had to keep a gauze over it for a few hours, and apply bacitration periodically for a week I think (it was itchy for a few days, but I couldn't scratch). The most important thing about a tattoo...keep sunscreen on it if it is exposed. VERY IMPORTANT, or else it fades, and we don't want that, do we? The next step....THE TONGUE PIERCING!!!!
My tongue piercing
Well, I already was in possession of a barbell- the same one Krystina had given to me to stretch my lobes. Lark Street Tattoo told me that if I provide my own barbell, it only costs $40. So, I made an appointment that night. This time, Krystina took ME.
I was very disappointed when "Jim", my piercer, informed me that the barbell was too short for a fresh piercing. I would have to purchase a longer one to accommodate for any swelling that might occur. I was pissed, but I was so anxious to get pierced, that I forked over the ridiculous amount of $70, instead of $40.
waiting in line behind me was a cute guy, awaiting the piercing of his nipples
I was happy when Jim had me gargle with minty Listerine, and not the revolting yellow shit.
Then, he sat me down and explained in detail to me the whole procedure. It sounded easy. He said it would take less time to complete the piercing then it had for him to explain it to me. He then handed me a paper towel to hold under my chin, in case I drooled. "Oh great!" I said, "Everyone gets to watch me drool!" I was mostly referring to "cute boy" waiting behind me, watching. As he laughed, and casually flirted with me, I started to relax.
Are you ready? "I'm tough, I can take it!!" -in reality, I'm a big wimp. I was psyching myself up. He marked me, had me stick out my tongue as far as I could..."wow, she has a long tongue", said cute boy....and then grabbed it with the hot dog tongs, or whatever they were. ???????? ~POKE! POP! "There, Leah, that's the worst part!", Jim said. So easy! Virtually no pain.... Much less then getting your ear holes stretched, or a tattoo on your spine.(And I didn't even drool) I looked over at cute boy-without moving my head of course, I still had my tongue in a tong- and he was smiling. Jim screwed on the top barbell, then the bottom, and told me to put my tongue in my mouth. It felt so weird! Still no pain.
After my tongue piercing
He explained how to take care of it, and also gave me a sheet that told me how to take care of it. He said "Immediately put ice on it after you leave, to reduce any swelling."
As I walked across the street to a restaurant, to ask for ice, I felt very light headed, and had to sit down and breathe for a few minutes. I guess I was in shock or something. It was scary. But, when I felt better, I stood back up, got my ice, and sucked on it for a few hours. Talking wasn't very difficult...eating however was.
We immediately went to CVS to buy Listerine (minty), and Glyoxide. When I put drops of Glyoxide on my tongue, and it fizzled up, Krystina commented that it looked like ball of cum sitting on my tongue. Ha Ha. I rinsed with Listerine 5 times a day, and soaked it in Glyoxide 3 times a day. It was sort of a hassle, but there was no way in hell I was gonna let it get infected after I paid $70 for it.
The hardest part was eating...for the next 3 days, I was a "tongue cripple", but it really wasn't that bad. I lived on soup, slush puppies, and Advil..(Advil worked wonders). Regardless of how frustrating it was not being able to eat,....I LOVED IT!!!
I told my boyfriend, Luke, the next day. He is away at college (4 hours from me), and he thought it was awesome, but he was a little upset because we were supposed to get it done together. Oh well. He got his done a few weeks later after he turned 18 (yes, I'm older then him by about a month) by a kid at his school who does it. He had no complaints. He was eating solid food within 24 hours. I was jealous.
Conclusion
Well, that is basically my story. Everyone who meets me is so shocked when they notice my inconspicuous freaky things (ear plugs, tattoo, TONGUE PIERCING) I love my tongue piercing the most. I play with it all the time. I plan on stretching it to a 10 gauge soon, then I'm defiantly getting it pierced a second time. After that, my next projects are my belly button, an industrial (ear cartilage), a tragis, and an addition to the tattoo on my back.
The moral of this story is....LOOK CLOSELY AT THOSE INNOCENT GIRLS, THEY MIGHT BE NAUGHTY UNDERNEATH!!!

Submitted by: LeahIsNeat@aol.com
Experience Added 03/04/2000