My Tragus
I have another piercing.
I never, ever considered myself a body modification person, but here I am, age 28 with my 5th piercing still in my body and my 6th piercing overall. I got my Tragus pierced.
What is the Tragus? Its the thick piece of cartlidge that sticks out of your ear. You almost always push it inwards when you plug your ears. I first saw this done when I was 20 and working at the Running Room. A girl I worked with had it done and while I thought little of the girl, I thought a lot of the piercing. Its cool. Its nondiscript and petite. But since then, I've had a second set of holes put in my ears, had my belly button ring taken out, had my nose pierced and had my helix done. Its only over the past year that I've started seriously considering this piercing. Mostly because I've heard it can hurt like a son of a bitch!
So last august, when jonathan and I broke up, I started thinking of getting my Tragus pierced. But i chickened out. i ended up getting my helix pierced. And i loved it - even tho I required jonathan to help me clean it. Which sucked considered it magnified the distance between us. But as soon as I left, I started wanting that Tragus piercing again.
So when I moved here in Jan, I started thinking about it again. I like to get piercings that mark a significant point in my life. And moving to Edmonton was certainly a significant point in my life. But I had way to many other things going on and at first I didn't really know anyone to go with me. (Yes, I need someone to go with me). When I started dating my current boyfriend, I took up the idea again, but with little dedication. I chickened out several times.
Until yesterday. I was determined. I don't know why, but I feel like something is about to happen in my life. I'm not sure what it is. I have some ideas, and none of them are really great. So with this in mind, I chose to make the appointment and do this while I am blissfully unaware of whats awaiting me.
And boy was yesterday a long day. Sweating palms, racing heartbeat. You name it. I even called my boyfriend in hopes that he would bail. but he didn't.
So up I went. shaking practically. My piercer - Johnny - was great. I think he noticed just how nervous I was and I he meticulously went through the process and the cleaning. So much so that it occured to me after a while that he was doing it to calm me down. He had a great energy about him as well. Finally, I lay down and waited. He did it with a dermal punch, which he said, would be quicker and less painful as it didn't have to stretch the area like a needle does (which is how I got my nose, belly button and helix done). After he clamped me, I braced. He made me breathe loudly so he could tell that I was actually still breathing and so that he could go with the exhale. And I did. And I punched. And it didn't hurt. At all. It was the least painful piercing I've ever had. And actually, that statement is a misnomer. It just didn't hurt. I liken it to having my nails clipped. You know its happening, but you don't really feel whats going on. It took longer than most piercings - except my belly button, which was a total fuck up apparently. Even when he put on the ring, it didn't hurt.
My boyfriend watched it all and to my surprise, was able to stand it. I've never had anyone faint while watching me get pierced before, but I know one of my ex's nearly did. And i didn't get to watch jonathan during my helix, but I'm pretty sure that wuss didn't handle it that well. And I will admit, my boyfriend isn't a big guy. I had my doubts about his ability to watch someones flesh get pierced. There might have been blood (which there wasn't). But he lasted. Altho he did go to the washroom right after it was done. :)
I expected it to hurt eventually, once the high of the piercing wore off. But it never did. Even sleeping didn't bother it (altho I did try to stay on my left side, I did roll over once to my right and it was tender, but not painful). This morning when i cleaned it, it also didn't hurt. I'm way surprised.
And impressed.
I never, ever considered myself a body modification person, but here I am, age 28 with my 5th piercing still in my body and my 6th piercing overall. I got my Tragus pierced.
What is the Tragus? Its the thick piece of cartlidge that sticks out of your ear. You almost always push it inwards when you plug your ears. I first saw this done when I was 20 and working at the Running Room. A girl I worked with had it done and while I thought little of the girl, I thought a lot of the piercing. Its cool. Its nondiscript and petite. But since then, I've had a second set of holes put in my ears, had my belly button ring taken out, had my nose pierced and had my helix done. Its only over the past year that I've started seriously considering this piercing. Mostly because I've heard it can hurt like a son of a bitch!
So last august, when jonathan and I broke up, I started thinking of getting my Tragus pierced. But i chickened out. i ended up getting my helix pierced. And i loved it - even tho I required jonathan to help me clean it. Which sucked considered it magnified the distance between us. But as soon as I left, I started wanting that Tragus piercing again.
So when I moved here in Jan, I started thinking about it again. I like to get piercings that mark a significant point in my life. And moving to Edmonton was certainly a significant point in my life. But I had way to many other things going on and at first I didn't really know anyone to go with me. (Yes, I need someone to go with me). When I started dating my current boyfriend, I took up the idea again, but with little dedication. I chickened out several times.
Until yesterday. I was determined. I don't know why, but I feel like something is about to happen in my life. I'm not sure what it is. I have some ideas, and none of them are really great. So with this in mind, I chose to make the appointment and do this while I am blissfully unaware of whats awaiting me.
And boy was yesterday a long day. Sweating palms, racing heartbeat. You name it. I even called my boyfriend in hopes that he would bail. but he didn't.
So up I went. shaking practically. My piercer - Johnny - was great. I think he noticed just how nervous I was and I he meticulously went through the process and the cleaning. So much so that it occured to me after a while that he was doing it to calm me down. He had a great energy about him as well. Finally, I lay down and waited. He did it with a dermal punch, which he said, would be quicker and less painful as it didn't have to stretch the area like a needle does (which is how I got my nose, belly button and helix done). After he clamped me, I braced. He made me breathe loudly so he could tell that I was actually still breathing and so that he could go with the exhale. And I did. And I punched. And it didn't hurt. At all. It was the least painful piercing I've ever had. And actually, that statement is a misnomer. It just didn't hurt. I liken it to having my nails clipped. You know its happening, but you don't really feel whats going on. It took longer than most piercings - except my belly button, which was a total fuck up apparently. Even when he put on the ring, it didn't hurt.
My boyfriend watched it all and to my surprise, was able to stand it. I've never had anyone faint while watching me get pierced before, but I know one of my ex's nearly did. And i didn't get to watch jonathan during my helix, but I'm pretty sure that wuss didn't handle it that well. And I will admit, my boyfriend isn't a big guy. I had my doubts about his ability to watch someones flesh get pierced. There might have been blood (which there wasn't). But he lasted. Altho he did go to the washroom right after it was done. :)
I expected it to hurt eventually, once the high of the piercing wore off. But it never did. Even sleeping didn't bother it (altho I did try to stay on my left side, I did roll over once to my right and it was tender, but not painful). This morning when i cleaned it, it also didn't hurt. I'm way surprised.
And impressed.
Forever, as that giant needle waved up and down and you looked like you would pass out, no wonder I freaking chickened out. Dude was inept! (Comment this)