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At A Glance
Author tomakin
Contact [email protected]
IAM tomakin
When Five years ago
Artist self-done
Studio my house
My first piercing was self-done at the age of 16. I had a strong desire to pierce myself, but an even stronger desire to hide it from the rest of the world. So I decided on a genital piercing, as this is (well... was) the only area hidden from everyone's view.
What I ended up giving myself was a foreskin piercing. Bear in mind that back then, I had never heard of BME and had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Nevertheless, the craving to do this was too much to bear, so I did it anyway. My tools were as simple as they get:
1. Large, brand new safety pin, "sterilized" in rubbing alcohol
To be honest, I did not "sterilize" my pecker or my hands at all - just washed them in soap. This was stupid.
So I grabbed a chunk of foreskin with my thumb and forefinger. It was just a small fold - like a pinch of skin. I didn't bother even marking the entry and exit holes. Actually it's a miracle that I didn't grab too little or too much. If I would have grabbed too little, it would have led to migration and rejection (see http://encyc.bmezine.com/?Shallow_Genital_Piercing). On the other hand, I feared that if I grabbed too much and put the piercing too far under the foreskin, it would be too tight when I'd retract it**.
OK, as I was saying - I grabbed a chunk of foreskin with my right hand, and held the pin in the other. I was going into a cold sweat, and I could barely control my shaking hands (what the f**k was I doing???). I took a couple of deep breaths, and started pushing the pin through. That safety pin could have been a 1000 times larger and going straight through my chest, because that's how it felt like. Needless to say it was not only a very wrong tool to use, it was also very blunt (the sharper the needle, the lower the pain).
I said to myself, "f**k the pain... that's not gonna stop me now." So I pushed harder. The pain stabbed back. Push. Pain. Willpower versus nerves. Slowly I was getting there. I could see the bump on the other side getting whiter and tighter. Suddenly there was a weird sensation... something between a crunch and a pop. I realized that I had made it through the first layer of skin. My heart beat faster. Beads of sweat dripped off my forehead. Push. Pain. The pain had changed by this point - it was less shocking but more uncomfortable. I began to see the metal tip of the pin showing through the skin on the other side. I was very close. One last push... POP. It was through.
I slid more of the metal through the hole. It was hard to do this and very painful, but at least the resistance was nowhere near as much as that last push.
Luckily, it turned out that I got the placement just right. Unluckily, the piercing got infected about 1.5 weeks after insertion. Basically the area directly surrounding it turned red and swelled, and a little puss was coming out of the holes. Of course I wasn't gonna gamble - this is my dick we're talking about here. I took out the safety pin right away*, washed it carefully and regularly (like I was doing anyway), kept an eye on the area frequently, and prayed.
Turns out that luck was still on my side (much more than I had deserved by this point). The infection subsided, but I was determined to keep this piercing. I found a small, smooth stainless open ring (ripped off of a keychain), sterilized the f**k out of it, and put it in. Surprisingly, it went through the hole very smoothly and with no pain whatsoever.
Finally after about 3 to 4 weeks, the piercing healed completely. I loved it. Sometimes, I would wear a ring through it all day. I'd walk around school feeling awesome that I had this thing and no one knew about it. Probably no one had even thought of doing what I had done, either. Needless to say, it made me feel damn good about myself.
At A Glance
Author tomakin
Contact [email protected]
IAM tomakin
When Five years ago
Artist self-done
Studio my house
My first piercing was self-done at the age of 16. I had a strong desire to pierce myself, but an even stronger desire to hide it from the rest of the world. So I decided on a genital piercing, as this is (well... was) the only area hidden from everyone's view.
What I ended up giving myself was a foreskin piercing. Bear in mind that back then, I had never heard of BME and had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Nevertheless, the craving to do this was too much to bear, so I did it anyway. My tools were as simple as they get:
1. Large, brand new safety pin, "sterilized" in rubbing alcohol
To be honest, I did not "sterilize" my pecker or my hands at all - just washed them in soap. This was stupid.
So I grabbed a chunk of foreskin with my thumb and forefinger. It was just a small fold - like a pinch of skin. I didn't bother even marking the entry and exit holes. Actually it's a miracle that I didn't grab too little or too much. If I would have grabbed too little, it would have led to migration and rejection (see http://encyc.bmezine.com/?Shallow_Genital_Piercing). On the other hand, I feared that if I grabbed too much and put the piercing too far under the foreskin, it would be too tight when I'd retract it**.
OK, as I was saying - I grabbed a chunk of foreskin with my right hand, and held the pin in the other. I was going into a cold sweat, and I could barely control my shaking hands (what the f**k was I doing???). I took a couple of deep breaths, and started pushing the pin through. That safety pin could have been a 1000 times larger and going straight through my chest, because that's how it felt like. Needless to say it was not only a very wrong tool to use, it was also very blunt (the sharper the needle, the lower the pain).
I said to myself, "f**k the pain... that's not gonna stop me now." So I pushed harder. The pain stabbed back. Push. Pain. Willpower versus nerves. Slowly I was getting there. I could see the bump on the other side getting whiter and tighter. Suddenly there was a weird sensation... something between a crunch and a pop. I realized that I had made it through the first layer of skin. My heart beat faster. Beads of sweat dripped off my forehead. Push. Pain. The pain had changed by this point - it was less shocking but more uncomfortable. I began to see the metal tip of the pin showing through the skin on the other side. I was very close. One last push... POP. It was through.
I slid more of the metal through the hole. It was hard to do this and very painful, but at least the resistance was nowhere near as much as that last push.
Luckily, it turned out that I got the placement just right. Unluckily, the piercing got infected about 1.5 weeks after insertion. Basically the area directly surrounding it turned red and swelled, and a little puss was coming out of the holes. Of course I wasn't gonna gamble - this is my dick we're talking about here. I took out the safety pin right away*, washed it carefully and regularly (like I was doing anyway), kept an eye on the area frequently, and prayed.
Turns out that luck was still on my side (much more than I had deserved by this point). The infection subsided, but I was determined to keep this piercing. I found a small, smooth stainless open ring (ripped off of a keychain), sterilized the f**k out of it, and put it in. Surprisingly, it went through the hole very smoothly and with no pain whatsoever.
Finally after about 3 to 4 weeks, the piercing healed completely. I loved it. Sometimes, I would wear a ring through it all day. I'd walk around school feeling awesome that I had this thing and no one knew about it. Probably no one had even thought of doing what I had done, either. Needless to say, it made me feel damn good about myself.
