Admittedly, it does sound a bit disconcerting – I mean, really, who ‘plays’ with ‘piercing’? It sounds a bit like a cautionary poster at a fencing club “Jimmy’s fencing partner Dean though play piercing would be fun. Now Jimmy can’t see out of his right eye – DON’T BE A DEAN! CAP YOUR FOIL!”
I thought about it once – for ages – and couldn’t come up with another name that was any better. ‘Needle Play’ – too potentially needlephobic. ‘Fun With Sharps!’ – too mixed message. ‘Pricks’ – too dickish. Nope, like it or not, it’s called Play Piercing. It gets lumped in with cutting and blood draws under the equally unsettling category “Blood Sports”. It makes it onto a lot of “hard limit” lists and many see it as edge play that only very intense people do.
Well, I am one of those people. I’m not that intense but Play Piercing is indeed one of my most favorite activities.
I adore piercing others. It’s *fun*. Occasionally, I indulge in the decadent sensation overload that comes with being pierced, but only occasionally – I identify as much more of a top when it comes to needles. For a while I actually ran the “needle booth” at a local tasting style event, once every month or two month. I popped dozens of needle cherries doing those events, and got pretty darned good (in my most humble of opinions) at giving a lovely first needle experience and at explaining *why* someone would bother doing “this needle stuff in the first place.”
It scares a lot of people, you know. The whole needle thing, for one, and then the whole taboo of breaking the skin barrier. That’s pretty edgy to many – for some, as a fundamental feeling of dislike, but to most, simply as a knee jerk reaction to a heavily ingrained taboo. After all, most of us caught on pretty early in life that anything causing the cutting/splitting/ripping skin just plain sucks, and should be avoided. Like many sadomasochistic delights, there is a particular joy to be found in overcoming that taboo – playing with it if you will. Many, many, many people I have pierced got a rush out of getting past the fear of how bad the needle is going to feel (not bad at all, by the way) – the after effects, while pleasant, did not compare to that onetime rush of conquering a deep seeded fear.
But I digress. So – why get pierced? Well, simply put, play piercing gets you high – a natural, completely substance free high, but a real body response high (just like a runners high) nonetheless. And, not only does it release endorphins (which make you feel great and a little dopey) Play Piercing does so immediately. Pop a needle in, and you take a hit of endorphins, immediately and in response to the act of piercing. It’s a beautiful thing, the effect that one tiny little needle kind of like having a glass of red wine. Moreover, Play Piercing is easy to control and apply when desired, and, it works with very fine needles that can feel like nothing – or next to nothing – when slid under your skin. No need to do hour long floggings to hit endorphin euphoria – get there immediately with one tiny prick.
Couple the excitement of playing with a taboo with the allure of subspace on demand, and that pretty much explains why someone would dabble in Play Piercing. One of the amazing things about play piercing is that that exciting new feeling can carry on for years and years because the list of tricks and added sensations that can be done with and to Play Piercing is enormous, allowing for a continuous spectrum of boundary pushing. As an added bonus, because Play Piercing dabbles with a strongly ingrained taboo, things that can seem very intense will leave nominal marks afterwards. It’s an economical way to get the most bang for your buck, in the currency that represents play time, healing time and stamina.
I could go on, and talk about the sensuality of the act of piercing, both for the piercer and piercee. I could tell you why someone would want to be on the giving end of the needles. I could get into the potential for ritual and deep relaxation. But for now I think I’ll leave it there, as a seed planed in your mind. Play Piercing. Bet you’re a smidgen more curious now than when you started reading…
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