The Miss E Of Worlds Most Hated (E's for Eerie, not Elated)

Meghan needed to go shopping. Meghan sent me stern looks over AIM. All day.

See, between her two jobs, Meghan has no free time. And, as I am the wheels of this operation, I am a necessary component to Meghan being able to get things like toothpaste. So I nabbed her after work and we wandered around the mall. I bought a nifty new frame for artwork TBD and some Warhol prints. Werd.

One of the things she desperately needed was a new 2G flesh tunnel to replace the one she lost since she's had to wear a straw in the hole for a week. If you don't know what a flesh tunnel is, its the type of plug that is hollow and you can see through, like in the pictures of my ears below. Mine are a little bigger than hers, because she is lame.

We stopped at Studio City Tattoo and I decided to FINALLY replace the CBRs that had fallen out while I was riding rollercoasters at 6 flags. I've had belly button rings in my ears for 3 months now! And while I was looking at jewelry, I said 'fuck it'. I've wanted tragus piercings FOREVER and I've been too chicken shit to get them. See, when I got my industrial (which rejected after 2 years, wah) done, it made the most awful crunching sound EVER. Now, this sound (not the pain) put me off ear cartilage holes for a LONG time. I got the two little rings in my right ear and that was fine but I've been a sissy about my traguses. "They're so thick! It's gonna crunch and be so loud because its right by my ear canal! Its gonna hurt REALLY BAD!"

Fuck that.

So I soldiered on up to the chair, even though I REALLY didn't want to. The sound.... oh, the sound! I was so scared of it. Meghan didn't come over to hold my hand. In fact, she wandered over across the street for a while. So I had to go it on my own. And lo and behold, it barely hurt and I was fine. I'm braver than I thought I was. The first one barely hurt at all and was pretty much silent, for which I am grateful for because I might have sissied out and looked like a jackass with only one hole. I lolled my head over to let him do the other ear, which was a little harder. This one made a sound but not a bad one, really. It sounded kinda like what I imagine blood going through your veins sounds like if you could turn up the volume. "Shuuuuuurlp!" It kinda made me giggle. Nick, my piercer, paused to talk to one of his coworkers. Now, if I get tattooed, I don't bleed. (At least, not where I have them.) If you pierce me, I bleed like a fucking stuck pig. So, in the 30 seconds it took him to talk to the dude, my ear was like "GUSH!", making it hard for him to screw the ball on because his fingers were slick with blood. So that one hurt a little when I sat up, because it got jostled. That is also the ear that the shattered bits of cartilage from my jaw (long story) pokes into, so its gonna be a little more of a bitch.

On the whole, though, it was easy. And now I want to go back and start working on my ear projects. I mean, dude, my left ear has 3 HOLES!!!! The other one has 7! I want my spikes and my industrial and my conches and everything else I've been planning. Grr. But I have to take 3 months to soak and heal this bullshit, which I hate about piercings. I'm a fucking nazi about them, too. I soak that shit religiously because my body HATES to heal cartilage.

But score one for me, sucking it up and getting over my fear of getting more ear work done. Because, unless I start piecing my vag, I'm out of anything but ears that I want to pierce.



I'm gonna switch the studs for rings when they heal but studs are easier for me to heal because they'll get caught on my curls less.

Meghan and I determined I'm the most pierced one in the crew. I have 13 currently (lip, nostril, belly button, and all my ear work) and I've had 23 permenant holes in my life and a bunch of play piercings that just stayed in for a few days.