You can grow flowers from where dirt used to be...
The labia is doing well!
It's actually really pretty and I'm immensely proud of myself for doing it. It's also one of the most invigorating things I've ever done, like a big adrenaline rush. And it's so nice to be able to call my body my own, to have something I can say is mine, which I got the piercing done as proof for that. That probably doesn't make sense, but it does in my own head. I also get a kick of doing something that no-one, not even myself, expects of me. It's nice to know that if I can pierce a needle through my labia, I can bloody well do anything, as illogical as that sounds.
It's certainly strange having something there, constantly. Like, it's not painful but every so often, when my underwear just brushes against it, it feels like a small finger has gently stroked it. Strange, see? It's weird having it, but having the people around you oblivious to it. Claire described it well. She got a tattoo and doesn't want everyone knowing and as we were walking through town she said "It's like that secret smile you have when you've got a new boyfriend or crush, but better!" Addictive, too. I'm seriously considering getting my outer labia done too. My nose. And more on me ears.
Of course, it was painful. I had to sit in what looked like a dentist's chair, but it was against a wall, and spread one of my legs really wide while the other had to be flat so she could do the piercing whilst standing at my side. Yes, it was a female piercer. Lovely girl who really kept me calm and told me everything I needed to know. The only way I can really describe the sensation is like having an injection when you're really tense, it's like an intense sting focused in one area, but as it was 'down there' I got all these tingles all over afterward. It did hurt though. And actually putting the jewellery in was a fucking bitch as she's put in quite a large ring to accomodate for swelling. The funniest thing was getting home and Claire, Robyn and Tes wanted to see it. I spread my legs and they go "Oh My GOD, it's HUGE!" I'm like "WHAT?!?!" The reply: "The ring." Me: "Ohhhhhh! Thought you meant me vag." Makes me giggle now. Then Claire took pics on her phone, the pervert. It feels good being shameless but proud.
I now can't bend over or put one foot directly in front of the other, as it knocks the ring too much. So I'm walking like a robot.
And every now and again there's too much pressure on it and it starts to sting. But otherwise, it's all good. I just can't wait for it to heal properly, which should take about a month, the piercer said. Then I'll be able to put prettier stuff in there and walk with sass again.
The only real thing bothering me is no form of sexual stimulation down there for a month. No toys. No sex. Or masturbation of any sort. Yes, I am dying already.
And yeah, that's my piercing! Sorry if it grossed any of you out.
It's actually really pretty and I'm immensely proud of myself for doing it. It's also one of the most invigorating things I've ever done, like a big adrenaline rush. And it's so nice to be able to call my body my own, to have something I can say is mine, which I got the piercing done as proof for that. That probably doesn't make sense, but it does in my own head. I also get a kick of doing something that no-one, not even myself, expects of me. It's nice to know that if I can pierce a needle through my labia, I can bloody well do anything, as illogical as that sounds.
It's certainly strange having something there, constantly. Like, it's not painful but every so often, when my underwear just brushes against it, it feels like a small finger has gently stroked it. Strange, see? It's weird having it, but having the people around you oblivious to it. Claire described it well. She got a tattoo and doesn't want everyone knowing and as we were walking through town she said "It's like that secret smile you have when you've got a new boyfriend or crush, but better!" Addictive, too. I'm seriously considering getting my outer labia done too. My nose. And more on me ears.
Of course, it was painful. I had to sit in what looked like a dentist's chair, but it was against a wall, and spread one of my legs really wide while the other had to be flat so she could do the piercing whilst standing at my side. Yes, it was a female piercer. Lovely girl who really kept me calm and told me everything I needed to know. The only way I can really describe the sensation is like having an injection when you're really tense, it's like an intense sting focused in one area, but as it was 'down there' I got all these tingles all over afterward. It did hurt though. And actually putting the jewellery in was a fucking bitch as she's put in quite a large ring to accomodate for swelling. The funniest thing was getting home and Claire, Robyn and Tes wanted to see it. I spread my legs and they go "Oh My GOD, it's HUGE!" I'm like "WHAT?!?!" The reply: "The ring." Me: "Ohhhhhh! Thought you meant me vag." Makes me giggle now. Then Claire took pics on her phone, the pervert. It feels good being shameless but proud.
I now can't bend over or put one foot directly in front of the other, as it knocks the ring too much. So I'm walking like a robot.
And every now and again there's too much pressure on it and it starts to sting. But otherwise, it's all good. I just can't wait for it to heal properly, which should take about a month, the piercer said. Then I'll be able to put prettier stuff in there and walk with sass again.
The only real thing bothering me is no form of sexual stimulation down there for a month. No toys. No sex. Or masturbation of any sort. Yes, I am dying already.
And yeah, that's my piercing! Sorry if it grossed any of you out.