"You did WHAT?"

So I figured I'll post my weird news here on the internet and pray to God and everything Holy that someone other than the two people who normally comment doesn't read it. Well there are a couple others I can think of... but generally, I'm keeping it secret, so OF COURSE I'm broadcasting it on the internet...

I got a piercing. Yes its my first one (my ears grew shut right after piercing them at 11). So where is this piercing?

Um, yeah. Its downtown. Its called a V.C.H. and can be looked up on the internet if anyone is curious. (It was definitely weird looking at strangers nether-regions while researching this).

Why did I get this?

*drags out soapbox*

I decided to do something for me. This will enhance my pleasure, and it is something I have wanted to do for a while, but always thought was "odd." I never got it because I was afraid some MAN would say it was slutty, or dirty, or wonder if I was a huge whore who slept around. (Yes, that is the most ridiculous thought ANY person could have, but it was there). I always feared judgement. By my friends, potential love interests, anyone who would find out or knew.

What changed my opinion? Being told no one in this town would seriously date me. Hearing a former paramour had still been making fun of me in relation to himself. Hearing that anyone, anywhere had an opinion about who I am and what I am about.

If I get a scarlet letter for just existing and having made bad judgement about people, then what the fuck do I care what anyone thinks about my piercing?

Honestly, I needed it. It sounds super hokey and really über-feminist, but it made me appreciate my girly parts again. No shame, no wondering if there's something wrong with it. Is it not what people expect? You know when the only pics of something you see are from magazines and internet, usually they look nothing like what you've got going on downstairs. Doing the research for this, I saw regular folks junk. Somehow this made me feel better.

The other thing... those people who had negative things to say that had slept with me before... They have no idea what it looks like. They don't know its there. It's like a brand new thing they've never seen before. Now, cheesy as this may seem, I am elated that it is new and improved. Its about me, not you. It's about me getting off, not your commitment issues. Its about me having a good time, not your tendency to make fun of me. ITS FOR ME, DAMMIT.

So anyone who thought they knew me because the had previously known me in the biblical sense... you don't know shit.

I couldn't be happier.

In reference to all the things that have bothered me in the past with my issues of living in a small town... nobody knows what's going on with me these days. They'd probably secretly think it was awesome while publicly making fun of me for having it.

To them, I say "Fuck You." With an added stuck out tongue: PTHLTTTTTTTTTT.