Body Mods
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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When I was 19ish
I went to a rock club in Leicester where they had a piercing booth in one corner. After about 8 pints of cheap student lager, I decided it was time to get my septum pierced. I sat down, handed over the £15, and the guy shoved a pair of pliers up my nose. He snapped open a new (sterile) needle and shoved it through, causing me to shed a single tear, then he shoved another pair of pliers up my nose. There was a click and a crunch and I went back to the bar to carry on drinking.
The next morning I woke up with a hangover and a ring through my septum. And the worst cold I'd ever had - literally gallons of snot were trying to force their way down my nose, past my sore and not-at-all-healed-yet piercing, which made blowing my nose almost impossible.
When it healed, though, I loved it. I replaced the ring with a bar and kept it in for a few years. I only lost it because I was out in the woods celebrating Beltaine and the damn thing fell out and landed in the mud. By the time I got back to civilisation it had pretty much healed over, and I couldn't get another bar to go through.
( , Mon 4 Dec 2006, 12:04, Reply)
I went to a rock club in Leicester where they had a piercing booth in one corner. After about 8 pints of cheap student lager, I decided it was time to get my septum pierced. I sat down, handed over the £15, and the guy shoved a pair of pliers up my nose. He snapped open a new (sterile) needle and shoved it through, causing me to shed a single tear, then he shoved another pair of pliers up my nose. There was a click and a crunch and I went back to the bar to carry on drinking.
The next morning I woke up with a hangover and a ring through my septum. And the worst cold I'd ever had - literally gallons of snot were trying to force their way down my nose, past my sore and not-at-all-healed-yet piercing, which made blowing my nose almost impossible.
When it healed, though, I loved it. I replaced the ring with a bar and kept it in for a few years. I only lost it because I was out in the woods celebrating Beltaine and the damn thing fell out and landed in the mud. By the time I got back to civilisation it had pretty much healed over, and I couldn't get another bar to go through.
( , Mon 4 Dec 2006, 12:04, Reply)
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