If I don’t think about them, I don’t notice that there’s some metal lodged in my earlobes. When I do focus my awareness, I can feel a slight pinch where I’m supposing the swollen flesh is pressing against the posts. I will conjecture that my body will attempt to reject the titanium implant for a week or so and then line the hole with a layer of skin. Or scar tissue. Or something. In any case, I’m suppose to rinse the holes in my earlobes with saline daily.
These are my first—and most likely only—piercings, and I’m not going to be forcing increasingly larger posts into my lobes. I held off on getting any kind of body modification because dealing with my contact lenses and hair and beard can be time consuming and it seemed easier to have one less thing to maintain. But I figured an ear piercing is another way to accessorize! So why not start now. I aspire to have a dangling Vermeer Pearl after my three month break-in period is over. And pirate hoops. And a small pink triangle of quartz.
I think most of the time I’ll have simple chrome studs or something subtle. But I do look forward to sitting down before a mirror and saying, “Bring me my studs of lapis lazuli!” or “I shall wear onyx today!” or “Adorn me with auroras set in crystal!”
And then my very long hair will fall down and cover my ears and wearing earrings will be my little secret until I tie my hair back or the wind exposes me.
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