Over the course of the weekend, I decided to do my three tattoos and one earring one better and decided to go for the triple threat of piercings. I decided to have my navel and nipple pierced, as well as… um… well, another part of my body that never expected anything sharp to run through it.
Unbeknownst to my wife and churchmates, I went to Cartimar in Pasay City where I set up an appointment with a licensed piercer. I asked him about healing times (two to three months, up to six for the Prince Albert), and about his record of safety. After he assured me that everything was okay, I decided to go for it.
Being the overweight fellow I am, it was easy to deal with the navel piercing because it pretty much felt like flesh through fat. The nipple piercing stung more significantly, and it bled like hell. About 30 minutes later, after the pain subsided, I went through the most difficult, of all, which was the Prince Albert, and I had to convince myself that this was going to improve my virility and all that to make it completely worth it.
When that ring went through, I tell you I think I saw a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel. As I blog about this right now, my head is still spinning, my legs are spread wide open, my shirt is loose to give both navel and nipple enough space to breathe, and suffice it to say that I have never been more thankful to be a boxers guy.
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