Corset Piercing - Bucket List Shoot (Patreon)

Did it hurt? YES!!! Like a getting ass-raped by a screaming

banshee in hell… but I did it anyway. Let me explain…

(To view the behind the scenes video from the shoot, and to see the full set of behind the scenes photos, you must be a $5 supporter or higher)

A once in a lifetime experience- I

acted out one of my bucket list dream shoots. This one is not for the faint of

heart! It involved ten 14 gauge ringlet piercings

in my back, laced together with black ribbon;

called a “corset piercing”. It’s an elegant rare art form among the custom

piercing industry, and as one who dabbles in alternative modeling for shock

value, I have always wanted something like this in my portfolio.

I know what you’re thinking, because EVERYONE who doesn’t

know much about custom piercings who I told about my bucket list concept said

the same thing: “Oh you’re gonna be scarred for life!! That’s not good for your

modeling career, right?!” Actually, you’re misled. If removed immediately after

the shoot, the corset piercing wounds close up right away and heal quite seamlessly.

About as scarring as getting a zit. However, if I were to keep the piercings in

for days or weeks (like some people attempt…) they would likely become infected

or my body would begin to reject the metal, THAT would create lasting scars on

me. Corset piercings are temporary, purely for aesthetic appeal.

Chris Cricket Johnson was my piercer, he has been working in the industry for

19 years and came highly recommended by my peers here in Seattle. His piercing

shop is in the same building with Studio 7, a popular music venue in the

industrial SODO area of Seattle. He takes pride in the quality and finesse of

his piercing art, and has had the opportunity to pierce several rock stars who

travel through Seattle. His shop is private, and they often close up shop for

private piercing and tattoo sessions. So I was able to hang out topless the

whole time, yippee!!!

Measuring the placements and drawing the dots on my back to

prepare for the piercings took the longest, about an hour and a half. I was

mentally bracing myself for the subsequent stabbings. Chris warned me that many

victims scream, puke, pass out, and even shit their pants while undergoing an

extended piercing session. I did none of these things, but I was definitely

shaking, cringing, over-analyzing how much more time the process would take,

and wincing. Fortunately, I am not phobic of needles, that element would have

heightened my anxiety and fear to an unbearable level! Paralyzed by the

shockwave of reality from the first hollow needle’s entrance, I made a promise

to myself to try to focus on other things, like Chris’ mile-a-minute jabbering,

or the loud Slayer album resonating through the small piercing shop.

By the end of the procedure, I felt like a baby bunny who

just escaped the tight puncture-wounding jaws of a house-cat. Trembling, I

dropped my bottle of orange juice. Adrenaline and shock had it’s grip on me,

but I handled that shit like a boss! The photo shoot went very smoothly once we

arrived at Gabino’s home studio. He is a master at lighting, so I knew my painful

efforts would be depicted beautifully.