i'm sorry
Okay ... nipple piercings ... what your mother said about them is true. They are extremely dangerous.
Although we both had to be at work fairly early the next morning, we still decided to go to Chaos, after a long absence, to enjoy a few drinks and let off a little steam. James, who is new to the area, joined us at the last minute.
Nothing has changed. Same old’ tired boys and cha-cha queens were flitting about. The best thing about going to Chaos is that in that venue, my 5’9” passes as tall. Funny and sad at the same time. When I go to Chaos (pronounced Cha-ous) I always wear my Kenneth Cole heel-enhanced-shoes as they give me another inch in height. I love towering over most of the boys.
The conversation turned to nipple rings and My Honey proudly revealed his bars to James who was thinking of getting pierced. “Did it hurt?” asked James. “The first one didn’t, the second one hurt like a mother,” replied My Honey. “I’ve heard some horror stories about nipple rings,” said James. “Don’t be a pussy,” I said, “Just go get one and get it over with.”
Later that night at home, after way too many screwdrivers (7?), My Honey and I got “busy.” Alcohol does amazing things to our inhibitions during “busyness.” The nasty talk was flowing, the stamina was incredible, and the positions were new and Cirque du Soleil-ish.
Here’s when the horrible part happens...
My silver watch band got snagged on his left nipple’s piercing and, well, there was a lot of screaming and cursing coming from My (normally sedate) Honey. He ran to the bathroom and I must have passed out because the next thing I remember hearing is a big crash from the bathroom. Ever considerate husband that I am, I rolled over and passed out again.
My Honey woke me up after some time to tell me that he had passed out in the bathroom tub, pulled down the toiletry holder thingy from the wall, and woke up in a tub filling up with water from the shower.
“Okay, good thing you didn't drown,” I said and I fell asleep (okay it was more like the passed out thing again).
The next day he was off to work before me. I had made plans to look at bridesmaids dresses with Molly (and let me just say that being gay didn't lend anything to make this any more exciting or interesting for me, when I said I wanted to help plan her wedding, I meant venues, food selection, logistics, not dresses ... but I digress) so I didn’t get home until fairly late. After Molly dropped me off, I played with Saki, ate dinner, and watched some TV before I even remembered the nipple thing.
“Hey, show me your nipple.”
He pulls off a bandage to reveal ... ouch ... the bar almost tore through the nipple point. I was distraught and emotional about it and My Honey was uncharacteristically okay with it. “It’ll heal. It’ll look funny, but it’ll heal.” I teared up for an hour and apologized for the rest of the evening and well into the next day. (That's not his nipple, but you get the idea.)
It’s been two weeks and I haven’t seen it since the first time he showed me. Avoidance is helping me get though this. You always hurt the one you love, but I never thought I would physically cause him pain.
Although we both had to be at work fairly early the next morning, we still decided to go to Chaos, after a long absence, to enjoy a few drinks and let off a little steam. James, who is new to the area, joined us at the last minute.
Nothing has changed. Same old’ tired boys and cha-cha queens were flitting about. The best thing about going to Chaos is that in that venue, my 5’9” passes as tall. Funny and sad at the same time. When I go to Chaos (pronounced Cha-ous) I always wear my Kenneth Cole heel-enhanced-shoes as they give me another inch in height. I love towering over most of the boys.
Later that night at home, after way too many screwdrivers (7?), My Honey and I got “busy.” Alcohol does amazing things to our inhibitions during “busyness.” The nasty talk was flowing, the stamina was incredible, and the positions were new and Cirque du Soleil-ish.
Here’s when the horrible part happens...
My silver watch band got snagged on his left nipple’s piercing and, well, there was a lot of screaming and cursing coming from My (normally sedate) Honey. He ran to the bathroom and I must have passed out because the next thing I remember hearing is a big crash from the bathroom. Ever considerate husband that I am, I rolled over and passed out again.
“Okay, good thing you didn't drown,” I said and I fell asleep (okay it was more like the passed out thing again).
The next day he was off to work before me. I had made plans to look at bridesmaids dresses with Molly (and let me just say that being gay didn't lend anything to make this any more exciting or interesting for me, when I said I wanted to help plan her wedding, I meant venues, food selection, logistics, not dresses ... but I digress) so I didn’t get home until fairly late. After Molly dropped me off, I played with Saki, ate dinner, and watched some TV before I even remembered the nipple thing.
“Hey, show me your nipple.”
It’s been two weeks and I haven’t seen it since the first time he showed me. Avoidance is helping me get though this. You always hurt the one you love, but I never thought I would physically cause him pain.
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