so in a random thought i had the other day, i decided that i am now going to refer to my downstairs area as my shpynx. not sphinx as in the winged lion with a woman's head in eqypt. but shpynx as in the breed of hairless cat. think about that for a minute and just let that sink in. once you can appreciate how witty and clever that is, move on to the rest of the post.
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so today, i decided that the sphynx need some treasure in the form of a curved barbell. and that curved barbell came via a vch piercing. look it up if you need to. just don't do it if you're at work or in front of your grandma. that might make things a little awkward. ok so everyone knows what i'm talking about now? good. and no, it really doesn't hurt that bad. i went to see ed (like i always do) and i just adore him. he makes me feel so comfortable and not creeped out at all that he's staring at my sphynix, contemplating the best way to stab it. i had to go it alone since my boyfriend got stuck babysitting his nieces tonight. i really need to bring a stress ball or something when i do that, because i usually like to squeeze someone's hand when i get pierced, and that doesn't work so well when one hand is holding you undies out of the way. so since i know some people actually do want to know, here's how it went down:
so like i said, i had to go alone. it was surprisingly busy for a wednesday night, so i had to wait about an hour. not like i minded, the couch they have there is insanely comfortable. like i could sleep on it every night and wake up feel great. also, i didn't want to go back to my car because there were some crazy bums high on something in the parking lot and i didn't want to deal with them. when it gets to my turn, ed actually remembers what i wanted to get pierced since i talked to him about it a month or two ago when i went in to buy some new monroe jewelry. as he put it, he wore his "hood piercing shirt" that day. so he's getting all set up and explaining to me what the process is going to be. so i get all settled on the chair and he's doing his thing to prep the area. he stops and tells me "not to be weird or anything, but thank you so much for taking care of things before you came in. you have no idea how many people come in for this and haven't showered first." i just laugh and tell him that i did laundry last night so i would have clean undies to wear, just for him. so he gets the area all prepped, places the mark where he's going to pierce, and places a receiving tube under the skin. which just felt weird, considering things don't ever go under there. overall, everything is fine so far. so we're getting ready to do the count, and he counts one, and then i hear "oh shit."
basically not something i want to hear with a needle near my shpynx. so he tells me it's ok, he just realized that he wanted to changed the angle a little bit first to make for a better piercing and he felt bad since the needle was next to my skin when he had to do it. so he adjust everything, does the real three count, and stabs me with a needle. honestly, not near as bad as you would expect. there is like five seconds of really sharp pain, and then nothing. it literally feels like nothing happened at all less than a minute after getting it done. even now as i'm sitting here, the only time i feel it is if i lean forward because it puts a little pressure on the area. sitting up, it's like nothing at all. and it looks amazing. i'm glad he readjusted because the placing is just perfect. totally straight, lined up where it should be, and the bottom bead of the barbell sits exactly where it should be. only downside is that i can't have sex for a little while now. but once i can, it will so make this worth it.
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