The Spiritual Nipple

After getting my first tattoo while in college I decided I wanted something a
little more after I
had graduated. In doing so I looked to BME for ideas.
I  finally came upon a piercing that I
thought would suit my tatses for
sure.  After looking at a lot of pics I decided to get my nipple
pierced.
And so my  journey started. I searched for somewhere in my city (700,000+
people)
where  I could get my nipple pierced. What scared me was that in
such a major  metropolitan area
there are only three maybe four places I
could go to. This  disappointed me very much so. With
that I went piercing
hunting. That is  until I came upon Flesh Tones. IT was amazing as soon as
I
walked in I could  feel the warmth, the true spiritual air that
surrounded this place. And then  out
of nowhere I here, “I WANT MY DAMN
CLIT PIERCED!!!” Ummmmm, yea okie  whatever.
To say the least I was qutie
taken aback by this. I was then  introduced to the piercer, Kenny,
but
only for a short brief second as he was  painting the walls due to
their recent move to their new
location. I decided  I should come back
another time and said my goodbyes.
I searched through the  interent as to
everything I could find out about piercing one’s
nipple,  especially
considering how small mine are. Well, as suspected everything I  found
pointed
to the idea that what I was about to undergo was going to hurt
like HELL. Not just hurt, but hurt
like HELL. So I called Flesh Tones
again,  with a million questions. It all came down to I’d have
to go back
down to the  shop and talk to Kenny in person. So two days later I built up
enough
nerve  to go back down. I walked into the shop and once again asked
for Kenny, he  came out with
a huge grin on his face, and came up to me
asking what he coud  do for me. Seeing this guy kind
of reminded me of all
the “Halfed Baked”  movies I’d seen. Long red hair, and a surgical
green
jacket stood right out  at me. On the back of the jacket read,
“Don’t be a Pussy…” Well then…  SO
I proceeded to look at his portfoio
as he finished putting some fresh out  of the autoclave
equipment up. As I
looked at the photos I noticed one thing  in particular. To many people
here
get tongue rings, but I also realized that  he really did know his
stuff. I put the book down and
proceeded over to the  piercing room.

I don’t even think my Dad’s patient rooms are this sanitary.  The all
too familiar smell of
alcohol swabs hit my nose just as it does every
time I go to my Dad’s office. He invited me in
with a huge smile on his
face,  and proceeded to show me everything. All the tools he
used
surgically bagged  by an all too familiar method I was grown
accustomed too. The sharps box  in
the corner where all needles would
eventually meet their fate, and more  surgical gloves than I
had ever
seen. To put simply the guy was a Health  freak, as was I… We discussed
modern
medical practices and slowly I was  intrugued. Our discussion
stopped for the infamous seven
second pause (a  whole story in itself) and
I suddenly found myself saying let’s do this…  He
knew… He so
definitely knew… He already was prepping the room for me  before I even said
the
words. At this point I was mortified, heart racing  beyond belief,
sweat beads crossing down my
forehead and chest. And then it  happened. It
went from an all too familiar scrub room to a
spiritual  enlightenment.
My mind wandered with the music of Rage Against The Machine in
the
background. It became hard to focus. His words spilled out in a wash
of  emotions, as the
adreline came racing through my system. Him saying,
“Don’t  move, don’t flinch… I’m getting
your essence into perspective…
I’m making  a mental image of you” rang through my ears.
I stood bare
chested cleaned  with various agents that I knew from life’s past. These
agents
became much  more though. They were not my long time enemy anymore
but instead a
welcomed  touch of hope. He marked me witht the pen, and
reminded me of everything about  to
happen. I knew even though the words
passed like a waft of fragrance  across the nose. His words
echoed and I
released the short breathe I keep  solidly in. And in that brief second the
rush of
emotion filled me. My  girlfriend’s spiritual touch could be felt,
and I knew all was well.  Pain???
If there was I never knew my mind was
with my girlfriend. My  sensations amplified a hundred
fold. As I sat for
what seemed like ages he  looked at me with his smile, and all I could say
is,
“Wow…” We got to  talking agian about legislation in Texas for
liscensing bodmod shops. Come
to  find out that the proposed bill is to be
submitted by our representative who  just happens to be
friends with
Kenny. Topics changed and he showed me around  the shop some more
talking about how this and that would change. I was  extremely impressed
with how well kept the shop
was. With a little more  conversation with the
other patrons I decided to make my departure.
With my  goodbyes came a
smile that crossed my lips and a new sensation in my chest…