Hey girl, just wanted you to know about something I JUST did, I figured you could post it on your blog and share it with the worllllddd!
So, I just got a piercing. Down THERE. That’s right girl, I just got my clitoral hood pierced! In actuality I got a vertical hood piercing, but I’m sure you’ll update your readers on what THAT means. I figured I’d share my experience with you to share with everyone else who is thinking about getting this done.
It all happened when I finally decided to get a piercing that only I would know about. I wanting something sexy and secret that would be my secret (even though I KNEW I would be telling all of my girlfriends as soon as I got back to campus). I did a lot of research and decided that the vertical hood piercing would be the best for me. After I knew what I wanted, I knew I needed to find who would do it for me. I wanted a professional, as that area is an area that I don’t really want anyone messing with. Through word of mouth (AKA one of my best friends Reggie who had hers done as well) that NOLA tattoo had a great piercer who did great work. I took her word, and I am so glad I did.
I didn’t need to make an appointment; I just had to show up. I finished my science lab and made my way to catch the streetcar to get to Nola Tattoo. Right when I left my lab I ran into Sydney. I begged her to go with me because I realized that doing it alone might be very, very difficult. She, being the good friend she is, agreed immediately, even after I told her why I wanted to go (for a piercing) and where I was wanting said piercing.
On the streetcar I was getting a little more nervous, but It wasn’t that bad. Finaly we made it to the parlor and I was totally ready to get started. Walt was so cool, understanding, and professional. I signed the needed releases, he helped me pick out the jewelry, and we got all ready to go. I decided on the normal silver barbell, since I didn’t want my hoo-hah looking like a Christmas tree quite yet.
It was time to go in the back room, take off my pants, and get the show on the road. It was a little strange sitting bare-assed on the piercing table with my legs spread, but I’ve been to the gynecologist before so it wasn’t that much different.
Walt and Sydney were both talking me through it, with Walt telling me everything he was doing every step of the way while Sydney was talking about random current events to help me get my mind off what was going to happen. Surprisingly I wasn’t feeling any butterflies or nerves in my stomach, but I was breathing in and out pretty heavily.
Walt cleaned the area, got the jewelry and needle ready, and told me to relax. I was squeezing Lila’s hand like NUTS and this point, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I felt some intense pain. He told me it only lasted a minute and that he had to put the receiving tube under my clitoral hood to get the needle. This was a bit uncomfortable, as I had never had anything put under my clitoral hood. He then told me he was going to line up the needle and that I’d feel a pinch. I was so tensed I just wanted him to do it right then.
Before I could tell him to just do it, he did it. I immediately cried out, yelling something about Jesus, Mary, and the ever important but sometimes forgotten Joseph. The truth? It hurt like hell, but only for a few seconds. Soon enough he was putting the jewelry in and I was putting my underwear on. It looked adorable from what I could see, and I was very happy that I had gone through with it.
So in short, it hurt badly for a few seconds, then it was totally chill. And let me tell you, walking upstairs is so much more fun.
