After nine years of being attached at the hip, Lyric and Prince finally split. Now, on the road to recovery, she learns a new way to view life as Prince is forced to face the music of a song he never wanted to played aloud. Join them as they learn a...
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September 26, 1993 Chicago, Illinois
My heart is pounding out of my chest to the point where my breast themselves were moving back and forth. I am terrified. The needle staring back at me strikes a fear in me beyond any mortal abilities. This doesn't look like a good idea anymore, not now that we're this close to hell.
"Hold my hand," I whine, reaching out to DeVante as my nerves tightly shut my eyes. Sitting in this chair is making me antsy. I can't believe I'm about to do this.
He says, "If you gone do it, be a woman about." DeVante's coaching goes in one ear and out of the other. "Don't be no punk." He offers his second hand to me as I sit here ready to pass out. As scared as I am I know in the end it'll look cute. I think it's worth it. "You ready?" I nod my head in a frenzy.
Can we please get this over with?
"Here we go..." Thao, Phi's sister, preps me. She is the only person her field that I trust to touch me with a needle that sharp. Quickly do I realize that if I kept my eyes open and actually see the needle itself then I'll die in this chair. Suddenly, a sharp sense of pain sends electric currents through my blood stream for a split second.
I can feel DeVante switch sides with Thao and I squeeze my eyes tighter. He laughs, taking too much joy in witnessing my fear, allowing me to hold his hand.
I'd call it one of the worst pains in the world. Having a needle puncture your nipples is an indescribable pain. I can't exactly describe the feeling. I'd put it along the lines of someone twisting your clit with Freddy Krueger's glove for about less than a split slither of a half of a second. Then, it's all over. It's torturous but it goes by lightening quick.
"All done!" Thao smiles down at me, sliding back on her little swirling stool to give me space.
Opening my eyes, I catch glimpse of my newest transformation. It looked exactly how I imagined. I didn't want this done until the last two years or so. Chipmunk was ideally the first man to see but whatever. "I got my nipples pierced." I chuckle still looking down.
This is a cosmetic choice I've been teeter the line on ever since seeing this topless Go-Go dancer at a club in San Fransisco. I'd hear around that it supposedly enhanced arousal sensitivity. The look drew me, the effects it'd have on my sex life is what kept me. Too scared to really go for it, it took me finally getting a new boyfriend to push as this one is no stranger to a tattoo and piercing parlor.
Thao gives me the break down. "You know how piercings go," she says to me. "No bra for four months and healing takes time since everybody's different. It can take you anywhere between three months to a year. Don't take them out for eight months or they'll close... Question?"
