The many Piercings of Happiness...

Many of you may not like either piercings or tattoos.  More of you may not like them specifically on women.  Tough.  I adore both. So much so that I have pierced myself three times (for the experience).  Firstly I need to state that self piercings should not be done in a dirty environment.  Nor should they be done with unsterile equipment.  So if you have the IQ of an amoeba and think its okay to stick a manky old safety pin through bits of yourself.  Its not.  Its stupid and you may end up with an infection.  Worst case scenario is you get septicaemia and die.  So don't be a MORON.

OK got that out of the way.  I'm not going to go into the ins and outs of best practice for self piercing here.  My mentioning that I have done it was to illustrate how obsessed I am with the piercing art.  I have several piercings and have retired two:

• 8 x lobes: 4 on each ear; 3 each side at 14g; 1x6g on left ear and 1x2g on right ear (both of these are stretching projects in progress and I will keep this blog up to date as and when interesting milestones are reached)
• 2 x helixes: one on each ear
• 1 x tragus (right ear)
• Double nostrils (14g)
• Cyberbites (this is a central labret at 16g and a medusa at 16g)

I have retired: bridge (14g) and septum (14g).  These were two of my self piercings but once I had them in I just didn't like the look of them on my face.  They are the kind of piercings that only suit certain features. Pictures below:

My plan next is to get a scaffold piercing in my right ear (this is usually called an industrial for our friends across the pond in North America).  I would really like to get an unusual one, there are some very interesting scaffolds around.   This one was done at Skinsations

This next one was done at Flaming Gun Tattoo Studios

There are some amazing online shops that sell great body jewellery.  My favourites are:

JoBananas (UK) - free delivery over £10
Wildcat (UK) - free delivery - no minimum order
Body Jewellery Shop (UK) - free delivery over £10
Crazy Factory (EU & Thailand) - standard delivery €4.90 (but the jewellery is really cheap)
Body Art Forms (US) - various post options to UK - cheapest is $3.50 surface mail (takes about 2-3 weeks)

As I'm currently stretching my lobes there is some amazingly droolicious jewellery at Body Art Forms.  They are a bit more expensive but they stock the higher end jewellery.  Below are some flesh tunnels and plugs that I'm currently lusting after:

But one of my current faves that can be bought in large gauges and is so reasonable. From JoBananas it starts at £2.99 here:

So my work in progress looks like this at the moment (helix out of shot) :

I lust after so much for my piercings that I shall write more soon. Ah and as for tattoos...watch this space

Starting to rant...family...

Just to let you into a little secret about myself.  I refuse to be pigeon holed, so some of these posts will be cute, some horrific, some funny, some personal, some just vaguely interesting.  This is a place where I will tell you things, it is not a place where I ask approval for my opinions.  However, if you have comments, feel free to post them, just don't expect me to tip-toe around any disagreements.  It's my blog afterall.

So what do I want to talk about today.   Family.  You can't pick 'em and very often you don't want them.  I am very envious of those families who are very close and are able to react and interact in a normal adult and productive way most of the time.  I am aware that there is no Utopia in any relationships, I'm not that naïve!

In my family, my mum tried her best to do normal things with me growing up.  Problem was she'd been brought up in a very strict household so she wasn't really sure how to go about this, hence my very strict upbringing where if I was accused of doing something by another kid, my parents never believed me and always punished me severely (even though most of the time I'd never done anything because I was to scared to!)

Then there was my arsehole of a father.  Oh great and wonderful dad!  Yes drinking a whole bottle of rum and then getting violent is okay.  Yes not allowing your child to touch you because they were someway unclean is okay.  Yes buying yourself a Rolex watch, getting the family into debt so your wife has to take on 3 or 4 cleaning jobs to make ends meet whilst you lord it over us is okay.  Yes rushing to the bathroom to scrub the dirt off your Rolex watch when your child had accidentally brushed against it is okay!  Well obviously NOT!!!  I could extend this list into infinity but there is enough to be going on with right there.

To this day he doesn't understand why drinking to the point of oblivion each and every day and pissing and shitting himself is not normal.  He doesn't seem to understand why I have completely cut him out of my life.  Why my children will never call him granddad. 

Abuse of children comes in many forms and I had my fill of it when I was a child.  The memory of my mum showing the marks on my back and bottom to my father and asking him why he did it.  My father looming over me and telling me that I was dirty and disgusting.  My children will never experience this, my husband doesn't drink, doesn't hit the children, is interested in them, he finds them entertaining and funny and lovable!  I was never lovable according to my father.  I'm still not.  So I rant to finally purge my soul of all of the hate and loathing I have.

I heard through the grapevine that my father thinks he may have cancer on his tongue as there is a growth there.  All I can say is that there must be such a thing as poetic justice.  The years of abuse my mother suffered where she had to go out cleaning dozens of other people's houses inhaling the fumes of toxic cleaning chemicals, until she contracted ovarian cancer at the age of 67 and died in agony 10 months later.  I obviously can never prove that this is how she contracted the illness, but she never smoked, never drank, was never overweight other than a few pounds which she would then lose, but I have always felt that dealing with that many cleaning chemicals each and every day of your life for 40 years can not be a good thing.  So now he's wondering if he's going to die a painful death.  What goes around, comes around.  I would never wish that kind of death on my worst enemy, I saw my mum die and it was horrific and tragic.  But do I care if he has cancer?  Do I fuck!