10B.6 Ampallang Piercing #2
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This article is from the Piercing FAQ, by Anne Greenblatt with numerous contributions by others.
10B.6 Ampallang Piercing #2
by Adam <adam@bme.freeq.com>
Thanks to everyone who gave me advice last week about choosing between
the frenum, ampallang, and PA. Of course, I ignored most of your
advice and went for the amp :-)
I had it done by Tee, on Church St. in Toronto. I have nothing to say
about her but good.
I managed to convince VioSpazz, with whom I have been talking in
e-mail for a couple of months, to lend me some moral support.
Actually, it didn't take much persuading. We had never met in Real
Life before, so meeting for the first time at a piercer's, and
dropping my pants within a half hour, was a bit weird. It worked out
well, though. She was wonderfully supportive, distracted me with
conversation when I needed to be, and held my hand the whole time.
Tee spent quite a while making absolutely sure that I wanted an amp,
because this is my first metal (case of beer! - no, wait a minute,
wrong newsgroup)
- I've never even had an ear pierced. When she was convinced, I chose
the size of balls for my barbell, and we got down to business. She
cleaned things like crazy, spent quite a bit of time locating the
cavernosa and double-checking, then marked the placement for me to
check. She doesn't like to pierce through the urethra, because of the
chance of scar tissue bridging across it, so she marked a little
higher up than I had pictured. No matter, it still looked good,
so... on with the forceps. At that point, your faithful narrator
decided it was time to stop watching.
It stung a little when she moved the clamps a couple of times, which
made me flinch a bit, making me wonder how much I'd jump when I was
actually pierced. She relaxed the clamps a bit for me, them told me
she was almost done. Yeah, right, I was thinking. Everything but the
*real* pain. She asked if I was ready, and if I wanted any warning.
I made sure I had only two of Vio's fingers in my hand, so that I
wouldn't break anything, and kinda hum'd and ha'd about getting
warned. Tee said, nah, you don't need any warning. Then...
Yow. Two or three seconds of yow. I'm afraid I made a bit of a
racket before I got control of my vocal cords. The pain was about as
intense as the time I got stitches in my hand, but, fortunately, it
didn't last nearly as long this time. And putting the barbell in just
stung a bit.
Eventually, I psyched myself up enough to look. Wow. It looked
pretty cool, even though I was in denial about actually having metal
through my penis.
Tee cleaned everything up, wrapped me up, and taped a glove over
everything to contain the blood. Then I realized that the endorphin
rush that everyone talks about just wasn't materializing. Not that I
needed it - things were just smarting at that point - but it might
have been fun to be more than just a bit shaky (and feeling
obnoxious).
So it went pretty well. I even felt up to driving home afterwards
(with a manual transmission!), it hurt so little. Just a small
nagging reminder of what I'd just had done to such an... important
organ :)
It's just as well that I got pierced below the waist, because despite
not intending to let any of my friends know (they'd FREAK), I have
this insane urge to show it off. I'm kinda proud of my metal. So
far, though, only three people other than myself have seen it.
Anyway, hats off to Tee for professionalism, bedside manner, and
concern for my well-being. And, certainly, a *huge* hug goes out to
VioSpazz, without whose support I don't think I could have either
chosen to do this, or actually gone through with it.
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