The piercing I got yesterday was both carefully planned out, and spur-of-the-moment. Carefully planned out in that I’ve wanted a vertical labret piercing since I was 16, and have considered the aesthetics and practicalities of such over the last 6 years in depth. It was spur of the moment, though, because when I woke up yesterday morning, I had no plans whatsoever to leave Abbotsford with another hole in my head.
Yesterday morning was not particularly pleasant. You see, I completely forgot that my class wasn’t meeting up yesterday- it’s in the class schedule, but I totally forgot to check which day it was *sigh* So, I slept through my alarm and only barely made it to the bus on time.
I’d been thinking about piercings that morning, while trying to decide on a present for my sister’s birthday (“Hmm, a piercing? Nah, she’s afraid of needles.”) Of course, that got it stuck in my mind. So when I eventually got to school and realized I had no reason to be there, the first thing I though was, “well, I don’t want to be stuck here for two hours with nothing to do. Hmm, I wonder where the nearest piercing place is…”
It turns out that the nearest piercing place is a ten minute walk from the University. I walked over, waited until the place opened, and got my piercing done. The guy who did it (Mike) seemed to think my story was kinda hilarious.
I’ve always though that vertical labret piercings were incredibly sexy. It seems that they’re more popular with the feminine portion of the population, but honestly, I really don’t care. And, with all honesty, even though I identify as someone who should be physically male, I’m not to concerned about whether I’m considered particularly masculine by society at large. Life’s too short for that kind of shit. And so, this queer femme trans man isn’t gonna let societal expectations dictate his appearance.
