I have my left ear pierced. I got it done when I was 18, my freshman year of college. I was on the phone to my mom and she was telling me how my then-eight-year-old sister had gotten hers done. That catalyzed me, so I went to the mall the next day.
I don’t wear earrings very much anymore, but when I was in law school one of my exam superstitions was that I had to wear one whenever I was taking a test. (I graduated with honors, so it must have worked! ;)) I also wore one when taking the Bar this summer. In Virginia, you have to wear courtroom attire during the test, so I had to hide it whenever a proctor came around.
I wasn’t allowed to get my ears done until I was 14 but 7 months after I got them I got my belly button pierced so it kind of made up for it For my next birthday I’m getting my cartilage done. After that I want second holes and a third hole.
Sweet sweet piercings…
~Kittie
Incidentally, I was thinking about my next bodymod. I was vaguely considering a tattoo: half maple-leaf, half fleur de lys, maybe in a pink triangle. But I don’t know where I would put it.
If I had a nice stomach, I’d get a belly ring. I’m sort of a twink in a dumpy geek’s body.
I guess I was about 25. I got my left ear done at the mall. The second hole in the left ear got infected or something so I let it close up. I then got the left ear pierced again.
I have two holes in my left lobe. I always wear something.
At first I went through a bunch of different earrings, most of them from Zipperhead on South Street in Philadelphia.
I still have the silver tragedy and comedy masks (I used to wear the tragedy one paired with a big silver hoop) and a pair of gold-colored dinosaurs: a Tyrannosaurus and a Stegosaurus. And of course I have the obligatory skull and crossbones.
Nowadays it’s usually small silver hoops, silver/onyx posts, or yin-yangs that my nephew got me for Christmas.
Tattoos…soooo addictive. Sounds like something like this would look great on the small of your back. There’s nothing sexier to me than a good back and when it’s creatively decorated–well, even better! Triangular shaped tats can also look great on the nape of the neck, pointing down the spine, depending on how visible you want it to be.
I’ve got three of my own and have been considering a new one myself. Something, perhaps, commemorating my son’s birth? I’m so paranoid about choosing poorly though, that the kid will probably be graduating college before I decide on something.
I’m glad so many people responded to this–I am surprised by how many of you were fully grown before you decided to get pierced. And who knew you could get punched by a doctor? or a hair stylist? And all you do-it-yourselfers have my shocked admiration. That’s dedication!
My mom took me to get my ears pierced when I was about 5. We were with my aunt and cousin, and went to a place in the mall. My cousin is more than a year older than me, and when we were little, she used to beat the shit out of me or tease me whenever she got the chance. She was one bitchy little girl.
Since she was older, they let her go first. She sat there and didn’t make a peep. I watched wide-eyed because I was kinda scared, but she seemed to be taking it well. Maybe it was no big deal! My mom said something like she was glad Jen didn’t cry because then I would have gotten scared and cried too. As soon as my cousin heard that, she gave me the squinty-eyes and started crying and screaming hysterically. Now, even at my young age, I knew she was doing it to be a bitch, but because of my young age, I couldn’t stop myself from crying too. I wasn’t crying because I was scared of getting my ears pierced, but because I knew what she was doing. Of course, my mom didn’t believe me even though I was crying “I’m not scaaaaaared”.
Since my cousin had worked herself into hysterics, our mothers decided to leave. I didn’t get my ears pierced. My cousin also got a present and ice cream to make her feel better. We went back to my grandmothers house, and everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed over her pretty new earrings. She had a smug smile on her face the whole time. Bitch.
A few years later, my mom finally took me to get mine done. I did not cry.
Since then, I’ve pierced them five more times, and had my tongue pierced twice.
Yep, the neighborhood pediatrician (not mine) pierced my ears. He was my godmother’s daughter’s doctor, and I remember thinking how cool he was to do mine even though I wasn’t his patient. I remember him as being a bit wrinkly and bald. He retired soon after, and died a couple of years later.
I got my second holes done at a jewelery store in downtown Boston, only because they had a special where you paid for the piercing, got the studs for free, and got 50% off another pair. I fell in love with a pair of small, thin gold hoops and begged the the salesgirl to use them instead of the studs. Needless to say I lost out
The first few months after I got my first piercing, I had infections like crazy. Eventually we discovered it was the nickel used in most earrings which caused it. My second piercings get infected every once in a while, so I’m careful to wear either “sensitive ear” earrings or my 14-karat studs. I also wear the same in my first piercings just to be on the safe side.
BTW, I live outside of Boston. The state legislature finally passed a bill allowing tattoo parlors (they had been outlawed here since the 1930s, I believe) last year. There’s one a mile or so from my house. I’m tempted, but so far I haven’t actually dared…:eek:
For my next birthday I’m getting my cartilage done. After that I want second holes and a third hole.
