Or, Why I’m Far Too Serious For This Shit
I’ve had folks ask me to help them with piercings, and they always describe how “hot” it’s going to be, and how much they want it, and what they want to do with it (and what they want me to do with it), etc. But I just can’t seem to get into “scene” space when having those discussions.
What runs through my head when someone says they want a piercing is not the finished product and how it’s going to look, but rather who to see to have it done, and how long the healing is going to take, and what safety precautions you have to take to protect both the piercing itself and the piercee in general, etc., etc., etc., ad nauseum. Frankly, I think the folks who want to be pierced (permanently, as opposed to play piercing) as part of a scene are delusional. The flesh is not going to be ready for any sort of play, and it’s got to be protected against infection, which severely limits what can be done as part of the scene.
Having advised several folks on piercings in general, and PAs in particular, I’m always careful that they know things like how long it’s going to take to heal, what you should and should not do with it, immediate aftercare, etc. It’s a big deal to hack out a divot of flesh and put surgical steel in your body in its place; it’s a wound, and has to be treated as such.
I’m certainly not qualified to pierce someone, nor would I try. And my favorite piercer here in DC is as straight as they come, so I’m not going to inflict some overly horny gay man who’s popping boners left and right as he’s getting ready to pop in the metal on him. Not that I think he’s not seen it all, but I think I’d be embarassed as all if it happened while hand holding the piercee.
All of which makes me far, far too serious when someone just wants to talk about how hot it would be to get pierced somewhere.