A little story about a piercing going badly wrong... Just for Kaedesmith
Welcome *relaitively* new person. Why not pass some time by reading the b3ta FAQ. Cheers.

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You say people are "Boasting"... no sunshine, they're proud, and they're sharing thier experiences for you. When you meet a friend with a new-born baby and they're crooning over it.. do you tell them to "shut the smeg up and quit boasting"

Piercings and Tatoos are a highly personal things that usually take many months of deliberation before getting them. Most people get them because they want it for themselves.. not to show off. Personally I have got my steel done each time I exit a big relationship. It's my way of reclaiming myself.. (hard to explain) .. and being able to give someone something that noone else has had.

If you can't understand the personal nature of these things and appreciate the fact that most here are baring thier soul for YOUR reading pleasure.. Then you have no place bad-mouthing them.

And Also... as you appear to have such a big mouth and no constructive work for it... why not coem here and.... ;o)

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Bonus Story

I do tend to hang around one piercing/tattoo place (as a mate of mine runs it) and subsequently I get to see quite a few people who want a good deal of strange piercings...

One of my favourite incedents was when a couple of lads came in, both had thier lips, eyebrows and septums done... but one of them wanted "something different" and had decided that he wanted a long (I think it was a 50mm "ear staff") bar-bell in his forearm.

A few of us tried to dissuade him.. That's a bad bad place to have any piercing. It gets so much contact, so much movement and so on. It'd eb apain in the arse to live with, and, if it doesn't grow out, runs a very low chance of healing.

He was adamant, so the piercer made sure he knew that there'd be no refunds for such a silly bit of work... the lad agreed and they toddle off to the clean-room.

15 minutes later, the lad emerges a touch pale, but none-the-less pleased as punch and surfing the endorphines.

The lad pays up... and the piercer suggests that he covers it with a light dressing to stop it from catching on his clothes... The lad declines, saying he wants to show it off.

The next thing that happened - despite the fact that we'd told him that it was a daft piercing to get - gave us no pleasure. The lad pulled his sleeve down his arm. It was a fairly tight-fitting sleeve, and it slipped between ball and skin... and effectively tore the barbell out of his arm like a cheese-wire.

The lad's mate went pale and sat down hurredly... and the lad himself ran outside and was sick.

The piercer sighed, raised one eyebrow and said "I guess he'll be wanting the dressing after all then.."
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Sat 2 Dec 2006, 19:18, Reply)