Nipple

So... got my nipple pierced.

Yep.

Yes, it hurts. Not all the time, though. Yes, it's a pain to clean, but the regularity of it is good for me, as I have so little of that in my life, at times. No, I haven't reaped any of the rumored sexual/tactile bonuses of it yet. Yes, my mom would have an anurism, even though I'm quite an adult now, thank you.

Despite my new love of interior design, we're still quite hetero, me and my nipple piercing. Doubtless the men of the world are still threatened by this, and the women are praising Allah.

You know that time in your life when maybe you dye your hair r e a l l y blonde, or maybe just get it radically cut? That's like this. As I like my hair the way it is, I just got my nipple pierced. Its a sort of physical expression of a new start. Something a bit wild that hardly a soul in the world would suspect from me. It hurt like, well, getting a piece of metal stuck through my skin. I might have screamed like Ned Flanders when they put the clamp on, but Miami Girl was there, and we were holding hands, and well, ya know...

So anyway. I have this piercing now. Two weeks of cleaning, keeping an eye out for infection, and wondering about it. I did it for a lot of reasons, as I said, but a few of them push their way to the front of my mind:

• I'd thought about doing it before, so it wasn't totally new
• No one woud guess it about me, and I like that
• After Miami Girl got hers done, she turned to me and with much conviction said "your turn"
• I wanted to see if I was up to it, if I had the nerve to go through with it
• It is, after all, easily reversible. If you don't want it, it comes right out
• Possibly the cheesiest reason- If things with Miami Girl had gone anywhere, then I thought this would be a really cool story, a really cool memory and shared experience. I have a feeling about this, and I'm going to do it right. That means nipple piercing. Well, you know what I mean

So there it is. There, on my left pectoral.