Piercing
After several years (yes years) of considering it, I made a giant leap on Sunday night. A triangle. My first genital piercing. I can feel it now, tugging a bit while I sit and I wonder how long until I feel like wearing those tight jeans again. It was incredible, intense, frightening, unnerving, and empowering. Reclaiming my sexual self. I screamed. And screamed again. I wished I had included more people. To hold me down? Or maybe who I had there was just exactly enough, if I include the two I had with me in my head and heart.
What a lucky woman I am to have so much love in my life and so many people I genuinely care about. Even if I don't see many of them often enough.
I should be working, writing a paper, focussing. Instead I am naming each of you in my head and feeling blessed.
Maybe I'll go wash my piercing.
What a lucky woman I am to have so much love in my life and so many people I genuinely care about. Even if I don't see many of them often enough.
I should be working, writing a paper, focussing. Instead I am naming each of you in my head and feeling blessed.
Maybe I'll go wash my piercing.