Stinging (mostly, usually) gone so hip hip hooray.
I’ve been visiting my old city and I keep accidentally passing the place where I got my nipples pierced. It feels like a whole other lifetime now.
nipple piercings
I’ve gotten several messages asking about the difficulties of nipple piercings after my last post. I’ll say this: the level of maintenance and pain vary from person to person. (Listen to your piercer, don’t be afraid to ask him/her questions.)
I will say the most difficult aspect of mine was the fact that I had to learn how to sleep on my back. I’ve been a stomach-sleeper forever, which is basically not an option when they’re healing. Now, I can doze off there just fine, but that was after a lot of efforts of being crammed between a person and the wall so I had no room to roll over, having limbs thrown over me, and yeah, being tied to the bed once or twice.
The day before I went back home in January, Sir and I had a nice brunch and went to go get my nipples pierced. It’s something I had been considering for quite a while but had never thought I was crazy enough to follow through. It was my 24th birthday present to myself.
The whole thing almost didn’t happen. The piercer I made the appointment with called in sick that morning, but we were directed to a colleague of hers that worked a few blocks away.
Sir held my hand while it happened. The whole thing was deeply romantic. I squeezed his fingers when the needle went through, and he reassured me that it was all looking good. And then he helped me back into my clothes and brought me, dizzy with adrenaline, down into the subway to head back to his place.
These are the important memories. The ice cream we bought in the dead of winter when the high wore off and the pain set in, playing videogames to keep me distracted from the sting (which didn’t work but was nice in theory), Sir sleeping with an arm over me so I wouldn’t roll over in the night and hurt myself.
Things got hard and weird and ended up not working. But at our best we were brave and wild and tender with each other.
Sup, fuckers.
What better way to mark my return to tumblr than with my very first dick pic? My friend convinced me to buy these little harness shorts today and, um, well.
Stripped bed, stripped girl.
I love that his toes make a cameo in this.
For some reason, this is one of my favorite photos Sir has taken of me.
Thanks everyone for the words of encouragement about demo bottoming the first time. As you can see, I had a pretty amazing experience and Sir was an awesome top (duh.)
Sent a version of this photo to Pup a few minutes ago, and liked it so much that I took another. Sir’s hosting a play party in a bit and I’ve got my outfit and my collar on and I’m ready to go. This isn’t the one I am demo-bottoming at, but I’m still a nervous girl.
1. I decided to break up some of my body-negative/dysmorphic craziness by taking a picture of myself lying on my floor with my phone. I resist posting (or even taking) full-body shots and from looking at my body full-on in a mirror (the door where my full-body mirror is I almost always keep shut). So today I’m calling bullshit on myself and learning to appreciate and share all of my body.
2. Yes, that’s sunburn on my chest. Princess Pasty over here (me) gets a burn from even the slightest warmer weather/sun exposure. It’s only kind of funny.