To cut or pass through with or as if with a sharp instrument; stab or penetrate.
To make a hole or opening in; perforate.
To make a way through: The path pierced the wilderness.
I have a hole in my face now, one held open with smooth straight steel so that it remains a hole instead of allowing my skin to fade back into a perfect flawless covering. The skin between and just below my eyebrows is slightly taut, vaguely puffy, and every once in awhile a little bit sore. I don't get headaches, and I've had stress headaches worse than this, in this same place; it took a lot of doing to find regular-strength Advil (they're all extra strength in stores now) but I have had one of those, and though I have the protective instinct for a wound I don't have what I'd consider to be pain. The feeling is like a memory of a very hot burn or a very cold burn, that type of sensation but so, so faint.
At BIO I had clamps, regular clothespins, put on my nipples. That hurt. For the piercing, there was a clamp put on which hurt a little less than the clothespins, and then the needle itself which didn't hurt at all, though I felt it go through my flesh, right through the centre of the bridge of my nose. The most painful part- and again, this is less pain than a badly skinned knee, and certainly less than a barked shin -is after, as your body realises it's been hurt, tries to fix itself, and finds this obstruction. There's something in there so the flesh can't just seal itself up, and that's a n odd sort of feeling. I feel adorned as I never have in my life before.
Juggler got faint and had to sit down when he came to hold my hand, which was awesome. The piercer kept leaping from serious to humorous again, I think I was the calmest person there in the end. Tyler and Paco (?sp) came by and had a brief conversation on Sin City and BIO, and squinted and told me it looks crooked (which it does, a little, but it's also swollen and I notice it looks more crooked the more it's swollen) and headed off to the movie night, which I think I'll skip in favour of sleep and rest. The piercer had heard of Korean Movie Mondays at Chris', which is cool. Like the Rope'n'grope, it seems to be getting a life of its own.
There will be a picture presently-- Jhayne? What are you doing tomorrow between say 10am and noon?
The rest of you-- you'll see me around. :>
To make a hole or opening in; perforate.
To make a way through: The path pierced the wilderness.
I have a hole in my face now, one held open with smooth straight steel so that it remains a hole instead of allowing my skin to fade back into a perfect flawless covering. The skin between and just below my eyebrows is slightly taut, vaguely puffy, and every once in awhile a little bit sore. I don't get headaches, and I've had stress headaches worse than this, in this same place; it took a lot of doing to find regular-strength Advil (they're all extra strength in stores now) but I have had one of those, and though I have the protective instinct for a wound I don't have what I'd consider to be pain. The feeling is like a memory of a very hot burn or a very cold burn, that type of sensation but so, so faint.
At BIO I had clamps, regular clothespins, put on my nipples. That hurt. For the piercing, there was a clamp put on which hurt a little less than the clothespins, and then the needle itself which didn't hurt at all, though I felt it go through my flesh, right through the centre of the bridge of my nose. The most painful part- and again, this is less pain than a badly skinned knee, and certainly less than a barked shin -is after, as your body realises it's been hurt, tries to fix itself, and finds this obstruction. There's something in there so the flesh can't just seal itself up, and that's a n odd sort of feeling. I feel adorned as I never have in my life before.
Juggler got faint and had to sit down when he came to hold my hand, which was awesome. The piercer kept leaping from serious to humorous again, I think I was the calmest person there in the end. Tyler and Paco (?sp) came by and had a brief conversation on Sin City and BIO, and squinted and told me it looks crooked (which it does, a little, but it's also swollen and I notice it looks more crooked the more it's swollen) and headed off to the movie night, which I think I'll skip in favour of sleep and rest. The piercer had heard of Korean Movie Mondays at Chris', which is cool. Like the Rope'n'grope, it seems to be getting a life of its own.
There will be a picture presently-- Jhayne? What are you doing tomorrow between say 10am and noon?
The rest of you-- you'll see me around. :>
Noncrypticised Weekend
Aug. 8th, 2005 04:07 pmYar.
The laundry-list of what I did on the weekend is pretty accurately summed up below, by my predictions. It went such: Fri vanpoly meet with Tillie and Devon, food with _locke Tillie and Devon, Devon crashing at my place for the night, Sat Farmer's Market with Devon and day with Juggler and then BIO with Tillie and Devon and Juggler, Sun hanging out with Juggler, hanging out with Juggler Mouse & Kynnin, and watching Angus get tattooed. Sun evening Tillie and I got together, and she ended up staying the night, then this morningish (we slept in) I got to work, and now it's now.
The weekend was amazing. I spent it with great people, even incidental characters were awesome (I'm reminded I wanna hang out with Breklor sometime) and the stuff that happened was great. The specifics aren't too much of your business, but there was a lot of great sex and great conversation. There were a bunch of firsts for me (lots of things centering around girls and BDSM and public play and various kinds of play) and there was a bunch of really nice comfortable companionship stuff too. Everyone seemed to get along.
And, of course, the kink stuff itself was pretty great. It was awesome to be tabled by three people with very different bedside manners -- Tillie was reassuring and calm and present, Devon jumped between being nice and supportive and being very mean and bad, and Juggler was trademarked-and-copyrighted-nondisclosure-agreemented Juggler. I really like being made to cry, and that happened this time around. I learned a lot.
Devon and I hung around on the grass at the Farmer's market eating blueberries and cherries. The cherries were really nice.
I never got enough sleep. Dropping Devon and Tillie off after BIO, Juggler was driving, and it was some ridiculous hour in the morning. I felt like I really should stay awake to make conversation with him, to help him stay awake, but it was physically painful to do it. I did it, though.
As a consequence I was really tired when watching Angus' tattoo. It's really fun to hang around Angus in an altered state like that. I wanna tattoo gun that I can dry-run on people now. Wheee. Actually, aside from all that, it was a really interesting process. I'd never seen a tattoo done before, and the whole thing was clean and friendly and clinical-but-not-unwelcoming and latex-gloved and that sort of thing. The impliment itself was fascinating both in conception and for other reasons. Who knew?
As is probably inevitable, I've been thinking about why I like this kind of thing. It really does seem to tap into my deep love of symbols, and also into my inherent need for drama in my life. A scene is a little encapsulation of a familiar relationship cycle for me, sometimes a little metaphorical: bad stuff happens, you feel terrible, then everything is alright again and you're soaring. I used to use roleplay to vent that need, and now I use this. I definitely need pain and bad stuff happening to me sometimes, and this particular way of getting it is both controlled and productive.
It's also a really incredible exercise in trust. It's also the ever-romantic tested-by-trial sort of thing on a much more concrete level. Did I mention that the endurance test in Secretary was intensely romantic to me?
I've definitely got more to say on the subject, but not right now, I think.
Right now I should do laundry, nap, and water tomatoes. I should also drink gatorade, I'm getting headswimmy in the heat. You should see my typing before I correct.
Anyhow, summary of weekend: cool people I like a ton all getting along, sexy things done to sexy people around and in front of me, conversation and fun, and Juggler's back from his trip. Yay.
The laundry-list of what I did on the weekend is pretty accurately summed up below, by my predictions. It went such: Fri vanpoly meet with Tillie and Devon, food with _locke Tillie and Devon, Devon crashing at my place for the night, Sat Farmer's Market with Devon and day with Juggler and then BIO with Tillie and Devon and Juggler, Sun hanging out with Juggler, hanging out with Juggler Mouse & Kynnin, and watching Angus get tattooed. Sun evening Tillie and I got together, and she ended up staying the night, then this morningish (we slept in) I got to work, and now it's now.
The weekend was amazing. I spent it with great people, even incidental characters were awesome (I'm reminded I wanna hang out with Breklor sometime) and the stuff that happened was great. The specifics aren't too much of your business, but there was a lot of great sex and great conversation. There were a bunch of firsts for me (lots of things centering around girls and BDSM and public play and various kinds of play) and there was a bunch of really nice comfortable companionship stuff too. Everyone seemed to get along.
And, of course, the kink stuff itself was pretty great. It was awesome to be tabled by three people with very different bedside manners -- Tillie was reassuring and calm and present, Devon jumped between being nice and supportive and being very mean and bad, and Juggler was trademarked-and-copyrighted-nondisclosure-agreemented Juggler. I really like being made to cry, and that happened this time around. I learned a lot.
Devon and I hung around on the grass at the Farmer's market eating blueberries and cherries. The cherries were really nice.
I never got enough sleep. Dropping Devon and Tillie off after BIO, Juggler was driving, and it was some ridiculous hour in the morning. I felt like I really should stay awake to make conversation with him, to help him stay awake, but it was physically painful to do it. I did it, though.
As a consequence I was really tired when watching Angus' tattoo. It's really fun to hang around Angus in an altered state like that. I wanna tattoo gun that I can dry-run on people now. Wheee. Actually, aside from all that, it was a really interesting process. I'd never seen a tattoo done before, and the whole thing was clean and friendly and clinical-but-not-unwelcoming and latex-gloved and that sort of thing. The impliment itself was fascinating both in conception and for other reasons. Who knew?
As is probably inevitable, I've been thinking about why I like this kind of thing. It really does seem to tap into my deep love of symbols, and also into my inherent need for drama in my life. A scene is a little encapsulation of a familiar relationship cycle for me, sometimes a little metaphorical: bad stuff happens, you feel terrible, then everything is alright again and you're soaring. I used to use roleplay to vent that need, and now I use this. I definitely need pain and bad stuff happening to me sometimes, and this particular way of getting it is both controlled and productive.
It's also a really incredible exercise in trust. It's also the ever-romantic tested-by-trial sort of thing on a much more concrete level. Did I mention that the endurance test in Secretary was intensely romantic to me?
I've definitely got more to say on the subject, but not right now, I think.
Right now I should do laundry, nap, and water tomatoes. I should also drink gatorade, I'm getting headswimmy in the heat. You should see my typing before I correct.
Anyhow, summary of weekend: cool people I like a ton all getting along, sexy things done to sexy people around and in front of me, conversation and fun, and Juggler's back from his trip. Yay.
What I Mean Is...
Jun. 8th, 2005 11:15 pm...that there is so much joy in the perfect belonging that happens when you eat, consume, take into yourself something which has been given to you from the earth for nothing, for the price of a little bending and a little scratching in the dirt or even, sometimes, for simply the price of not pulling something up. You interact with something bigger than you, not by dominating it, but by studying and learning and inserting yourself as helpfully as possible into the huge complex web you wish to join; you submit yourself wholly both to the idea that there are things you cannot change ever, and things where you are very powerful and influential. Brute physical force on the other and of a shovel and a little nudging with fingertips combine to produce something that is never, quite, what you envisoned. Sometimes you need to look hard to understand the rewards: perhaps this year's crop is chickweed instead of lettuce, but did you know that chickweed is now sold in farmer's markets and high-end restaurants? Sometimes the rewards are right there, a faceful of lemon balm and a fresh radish still crunchy with dirt and so sweet (did you know fresh radishes are sweet?).
Always, submission and domination entwine you into the bigger thing, the whole, the rest of the world, and there you are: you're a part of something, a belonging, and the bottoms of your feet tingle with roots.
Always, submission and domination entwine you into the bigger thing, the whole, the rest of the world, and there you are: you're a part of something, a belonging, and the bottoms of your feet tingle with roots.