Body Modification Vancouver

I am pierced, then again most women are. As an often rite of passage many wee baby girls and girls or in some cases young women have each ear pierced so earrings can be worn. It most happens in the center of the lobe, hurts temporarily and heals in relatively short order with little stress.

My story was the same, my mother had them done when I was so young, that I have absolutely no recollection of it even happening to me.

Then as a young woman, a few years after my daughters birth, I surprised myself with a desire to do something edgy, something out there, that would be sexy for both myself and hopefully the man in my life at the time. I drove myself downtown and sat back in a chair in a studio, and let someone poke another hole in my body. This time, in my navel leaving me with a cute shiny belly button piercing.

This piercing look a long time to heal, at least a year. It sits right in the crease where you bend, and the seam of my jeans was forever rubbing against it. It oozed an unsightly colored puss forever it seemed. After the pain I felt of the piercing happening, there was no way that I was going to give up on it. I dealt with it daily until it was no longer an issue and to this day, it hangs from the center of my tummy as a reminder of the first piercing I consensually agreed to.

Imagine my surprise about a year later as I found myself laying tied to a medical table, surrounded by a large audience as I was branded with two huge strikes from a 1800 degree branding iron. That burning mark ten years later is still etched into the flesh of my right hip and the memory like the inscription will never fade. The pain was beyond unbearable and the healing process was gruesome, graphic, nauseating and months long.

About another year later, the itch to adorn my body was upon me again, and I started pondering the idea of a tattoo. It took some time, but an idea and an image finally resonated with me strongly enough that I felt it was time to put ink onto my skin. After booking myself into a tattoo parlor I came away with a symbol that represented my growing interest in my own sexuality and the exploration of it.

It didn't take but another year, for me to have a piece added to my original tattoo, the idea came to me suddenly and I wanted it and went for it. Happy I was to feel strong enough about something to want to see it on my body forever.

There were no more body modifications for a few years, then it seemed that every where I looked there was this growing popularity with a certain piercing. I found myself torn over getting my nipples pierced, and sat on the idea for a while. In the end, the itch won out and I hired someone to do each of my nipples. It was not something that I would do again, my so sensitive nipples were irate with my decision to have jewelry put in them and they took months and months time to heal. With no one being allowed near them either. Now though I really am pleased with how they look.

My body had a break for about the next five years with no mods done to it. I was really to busy professionally to think about anything and it just fell to the back burner. Till about eighteen months ago.

I started to want my genitals pierced and decorated in some fashion. But I was scared shitless and did not want to suffer any damage or prolonged pain to the area that affords me so much pleasure. It was not hard for me to convince all the women in my world with similar piercings to show me theirs, all I had to do was ask, and they would whip theirs out and tell me all about why they choose the ones they did and the explanation behind the placements of the many different types that are out there.

One thing was certain, if my girly bits were getting adorned, it would be one poke and not two. And since I like symmetry that meant that doing the labia lips was ruled out. It became evident that a clitoral hood piercing was in my horizon.

So it happened that on a cold night in November I had a vertical hood piercing done. The same man who did my nipples years before had now done my clitoral hood. It hurt intensely for, oh, say about, five minutes. Then not really that much. Truth be told, the next morning it did not bother me any longer.

Now it's a new year and I can not think of any part I want to have pierced, but I am brought back to reminiscing on one of the decorative pieces that feels unfinished. It is time for me to go and update my tattoo. It requires a new POP, some color baby, something to really make it stand out. I want it to scream with pride, as when it was originally done, it was done in black as I was feeling still, can you believe it, just a tad-bit-conservative.

Yup, I grown a lot over the years. My body has aged, my interests are more varied and my conservative ways have in many cases diminished. It's time to go back to my roots and brighten up a tattoo from my youthful starting point of body modifications.

I polled my friends and some general perverts I know a short while ago, for the recommendations as to where in town is the best place to go for coloring, and they gave me a great number of suggestions.

My feet hit the pavement next week, and I hope to have the tattoo work done in short order.

As a side note, know that unless you saw me naked, or topless, you would never ever see any of my body modifications aside from my pierced ears.