At A Glance
Author	anonymous
Contact	[email protected]
When	A year ago

I decided about a year ago, at age 18, that I would get my clit pierced. I felt bad because I couldn't orgasm from intercourse alone, and thought that a genital piercing might help to remedy this.

After some research, I changed my mind- it would be safer, and better, for me to get a vertical hood piercing instead of piercing the clit itself. So, I got a friend to go with me, spread my legs in a tattoo parlor after checking the place out, and got it done.

Since then, I haven't been able to detect much of an improvement when it comes to sex- I still don't orgasm just from intercourse itself. I'm not terribly disappointed, however-that's what vibrators are for.

So, what's become of the piercing that seems to not have served its primary function? I never realized before this that a piercing could have so much effect on how I felt about my body.

We live in a society where girl's cunts are always cute, pink, and tiny. At least, that's what porn would have us believe. I always felt bad about the way my vagina looks- I have dark hair and an olive completion, and my vagina is far from barbie-doll-esque. I'd like to say that this never bothered me, that, as a feminist, I didn't think my vagina was ugly.

This wasn't the case. I was worried that guys would see my vagina and be grossed out. My cunt is so outrageous and colorful- like me, really- I saw that as a bad thing. Despite guy's comments to the contrary, I still thought that, somehow, my vagina just wasn't all it should be.

Obviously, I wasn't ashamed to the point where I couldn't get my hood piercing done. What I didn't realize when I got the piercing was that I was adding a piece of jewelry to my genitals. Just a simple barbell, but still. You don't decorate something that's ugly.

After a while, I realized what felt so right about this piercing. It made me realize that my vagina was something worthy of ornamentation. Something that was nice. I would grab a hand mirror, and look at my piercing, admiring it. I loved the way it looked! I loved the way it made my vagina look, too. And, it came to me, that, with or without the piercing, I just plain fucking loved my vagina. It was a total cuntpiphany.

I mean, my cunt was my friend. It gave me pleasure, gave others pleasure, and I was glad to have it around. One day, my vagina might even give me a baby (don't count on that, though). So what if it was purplish-pink-tan-poofy-whatever? Georgia O'Keefe isn't my favorite artist for nothing, after all.

It's amazing, looking back, that I had such low self-esteem in this area. Normally, I love the way I look, feel, and am. I know I'm not the only girl out there who felt this way...it's incredible what society can do to a person. Why do you think eating disorders are so prevalent today? True, I've never heard of a vagina disorder, but women do pay to have plastic surgery on their vaginas.

Now, of course I'm not knocking any sort of body modification-but I think that it's important to illustrate the difference between my hood piercing and having my vagina modified to look like a porn star (no offense to porn stars). My hood piercing helped my to see my vagina for what it was- individual, unique, my own personal snowflake. If I had to take my piercing out tomorrow, I'd still feel the same way about my cunt. I feel as if I've seen it with different eyes. If I were to have my vagina altered to look like someone else's...my eyes would have stayed the same. The underlying problem would still be there.

The underlying problem, as best I can understand, was that I was uncomfortable with myself sexually, as much as I hate to admit it. Look at the reason I got my hood pierced-so I could orgasm during intercourse. Yes, that would be lots of fun...but it would also mean less work on my partner's side. While it's good to be concerned with the feelings of your partner, maybe getting a piercing for an imaginary one is going a little over board. Luckily for me, it worked out.

So, I became more comfortable with my vagina, and, as a result, more comfortable with my body, and myself. It was only then that I could really begin to explore my sexuality with no hesitations concerning my physical appearance and what others will think of me. Over the year I've had my hood piercing, I've delved into the world of BDSM, and am having a great time being punished for being a bad, bad girl.

I'm not saying that all women should go out and get their hood pierced. This is just one girl's story of how she learned to overcome some of her demons through a piercing. My vertical hood piercing served as a catalyst for change. Thank goodness for cuntpiphanies.