Got pierced…

So, I got the navel piercing today during my lunch hour. I like it. I like it a lot. It’s almost exactly like the pic but for the fact I have two fake diamonds - I went the extra $6...hey big spender... and the dangly bits. The lady who did it said ‘wait a while before your do the dangly bits.’ Noted. Actually she was really good and we chatted a lot. I think she was relieved I wasn’t like the guy who was in there before me, also in his lunch hour, getting his tongue pierced. He had been a tad pale and woozy – but he went back to work. Anyway, I covered all the important topics with her like just how bloody painful – no I’m not, never, no way, nuh-uh – is nipple piercing? She said not painful for a woman due to the stretchiness factor but very painful for a man as there’s no give in their nipple. Piercing your tongue? Heals fast. It would want to. Piercing ear cartilage is a bitch of a pain. Yep. The 3rd holes in my ears hurt like hell and other more intimate areas? Well, you can’t have sex for quite a while after having them done. Hmmm…jewellery verses orgasm?

Why not I say!

So, I’ve decided in a mad moment to get my navel pierced this week. Why? I just wanted a little madness in my life. It needs a shake up. I’m perilously coming close to being sedate. Eee gad! That must stop. So. Done deal. Doing crazy things make me happy…hmmm…what to do after that?

Minutiae…

It was month end at work today. What that means is everyone runs around trying to get figures together in order to balance the books. There’s pathos, hysteria and drama as people shriek ‘will it balance?’ Anxious looks are shared…I, personally, was just worried about the coffee van coming on time – I let others worry about the boring adding up stuff. I did my bit towards that. I needed coffee more than correct figures for god sake. The good news is the coffee van came – and oh yeah, the books balanced. Duh, the always do. The coffee van is less reliable as you never know if another workplace will hold them up with their unreasonable demands for coffee. How rude.

After this non-action packed day, I went and got another lot of piercings in my ears. I went for emerald green studs. Why? I have green in my eyes and green always looks good on Kermit – that’s reason enough. I discussed where and who pierced what with the piercing person – I’m not sure of their actual title - Piercest? Pierceologist? Anyway she said ‘oh hell no – I don’t pierce boobs or genitals.’ Well, I had to ask, that’s who I am. She said doing those areas would be icky. I had to agree on the icky factor. People should keep their bits and pieces private and away from needles…but that’s just my opinion. She said she watched a woman having her nipples pierced once and they used this long needle and…god, it pains me just to remember what she said. Why would you do that to your boobs? Aren’t they annoying enough as it is without metal implements attached?

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To pierce or not to pierce…

I’m contemplating getting another set of piercings in my ears. I have two in each lobe already. The first happened when I was 14 and got ‘permission’ from Mum and the second I got when I was 20 at a chemist (drugstore?) in Pismo Beach, California – fantastic place Pismo Beach. We had the best time.

Anyway, I went and talked piercing with a multi-pierced individual. She was quite fascinating and very helpful. She advised the third piercing could happen but I’d have to wear less dangly earrings in the middle holes. Bummer. I always wear dangling earrings. The longer and stranger the better. I have to decide whether I de-danglify the earrings I wear in the second holes and have a third set or not. Oh hard. She did give me another option – pierce my nose. Hmmmm…I could do that…or I may just dangle more and get used to the drag. Decisions, decisions...

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Of princes, piercings and penises…

So I spent some time on the weekend researching Prince Albert for the book I’m almost finished writing. No, no, I’m not that fast a writer. I started this one a while ago and got side tracked on other projects – I’ve just come back to it now. Thankfully, there’s not much to finish on it.

Anyway – Prince Albert – yes, correct - he was married to Queen Victoria in one of those inter-bred marriages that all monarchies did back then to assure power, keep it all in the family and not to have some nasty non royal type person think they could wear a crown. Oh puke – commoners. Hence why lots of monarchies crashed and burned and the ones we have today – apart from the Danish one – an Aussie girl is princess there and she has amazing class, as all Aussies do – are always in the tabloids and considered somewhat of a joke.

But back to Prince Albert – no, I wasn’t researching the actual Prince type person per se – it was more about genital piercing. See here – that is if you’re not shocked easily. Otherwise don’t look. Why the sudden interest in genital piercing for my hero? I had a chat to someone who has it – actually multiple genital piercing. Youch! I saw a video on that. And no, I declined to look at his piercings. ‘Seen one penis– seen ‘em all regardless of the hardware that bedecks them. But the piercing aspect – the whys and wherefores - interested me and it fitted in with the story I was writing.

The life of writer is never boring…people will tell you their deepest secrets. Why? ‘Not sure. Maybe they think anyone who writes erotic romance is unshockable. Maybe they just want to tell someone stuff…I’ll always listen… go on…tell me…

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