On Piercings

Friends of mine have been asking me when I got my ear pierced for a while now. For over five years, actually. They've been asking when I had it done for five. Years. The same friends, sometimes. It's getting kind of ridiculous.

I was never big on the idea of getting my ear pierced. Partly because I could never remember which ear was the "gay" ear, but that was always regional and time-sensitive. Mostly, I just didn't want to do it because I liked how smooth my earlobes felt and because my mom really liked the idea. If you mom really likes the idea, obviously it's not cool.

Then again, my mom was a burnout and a rocker, so in retrospect I probably should have listened when she offered to pay for an earring when I was in second grade.

To be fair, I really like girls with ear cuffs or gauges, brow, bridge or lip rings.

That's why I got my dick pierced with magnets.

Jo is a pretty cool chick.
She lets me use her photo when Google Images suck
and doesn't afraid of anything.