I got my bellybutton pierced yesterday. With the exception of shots, this is the first instance of needle-into-flesh that I've experienced since oh, 7, when I got my ears done.
T holding my hand, looking into my eyes. Deep breathing. I was completely focused. Dunno how to describe that eternal instance--I was completely in the pain and in T as well. He owned it through me. It was wild.
I don't quite think I'm up for regular piercing but oh, I can see how people are. Intense doesn't come close. I think I did the best thing by focusing on it and fully experiencing the moment.
(My friend R came with to get her nose done, and the poor girl was singing an aria the entire time, she was so terrified. The tattoo artists were immensely amused.)
T holding my hand, looking into my eyes. Deep breathing. I was completely focused. Dunno how to describe that eternal instance--I was completely in the pain and in T as well. He owned it through me. It was wild.
I don't quite think I'm up for regular piercing but oh, I can see how people are. Intense doesn't come close. I think I did the best thing by focusing on it and fully experiencing the moment.
(My friend R came with to get her nose done, and the poor girl was singing an aria the entire time, she was so terrified. The tattoo artists were immensely amused.)