What Do You Call a Suspension That’s Not Yours?


Nacho suspension! Eh? Eh?

**gongggggg**

ANYWAY, here we have the aforementioned Ignacio’s first suspension in Montevideo, Uruguay, being attended to by the lovely La Negra, who basically lives on ModBlog. As far as first suspensions go, this one seems like it got a lot of the parts just right. A few more shots after the jump.

(Photos by María Pérez/Raw Photography.)

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The Coming Storm Grows


Comes from Greece this cutting does! No information attached was there, but too good to pass up it was! Give thanks we would like to, anonymous stranger!

EDIT: Whoops, apparently this has been posted before. On the plus side, at least we can now give credit (again!) to Ryan Corrigal at Strange City in Edmonton, Alberta. I will, however, leave this post up, as a testament to the dire consequences that can result from not including artist information as part of a BME submission. (I.e., I end up looking like a jackass.) Also, please don’t send in stolen images.

The Spaghetti Monster is a False Prophet


I try to keep abreast of trends and memes and running jokes, and generally I feel like I do a pretty good job of picking up on references and whatnot. But sometimes … sometimes I feel like I’m a long, long way from being in on the joke. This is one of those times.

(Tattoo by Curtis Grace at Kara’s Urban Day Spa in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.)

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Septum Piercings: Agony and Ecstasy


I remember getting my septum pierced, several thousand years ago, squirming in my chair the piercing shop, abjectly terrified of the pain that I’d been repeatedly assured I’d endure, surrounded by friends I was convinced were losing massive amounts of respect for me by the second. And then … it was over, and I couldn’t help but smile. It’s hard not to think of that when I see Amelie up there going through a similar experience:

Just the feeling when you arrive to the shop. You sit down, meanwhile he does the preparation … when the butterflies sort of start tumbling in my belly, when he marks out where the piercing will be, when he grabs the forceps and puts it into place and then he grabs the needle and when the word comes:

“And breathe in,” he checks that it will go through right. “And exhale.”

If the adrenaline wasn’t already pumping it EXPLODES and the feeling is ecstatic. No pain — just an amazing feeling which I can’t live without.

(Photos by Underdos.)

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The Soul to Feel the Flesh


Good morning, ModBlog! Here we’ve got a shot of the lovely latexninja from, I believe, the same photoshoot that produced this untamed filth. Luckily, this time around it’s just harmless nudity as opposed to vicious pornography, right? Another tasteful nude, after the jump.

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