The stretch…

Seattle, for a town full of pierced up people, you sure have some sorry-ass studio options…
Yesterday, I decided I needed a little change. Nothing drastic mind you, just something to perk me up. For a while now, I have wanted to stretch my ears up from a two gauge to a zero. Well, I guess that sounds drastic to some people, but y’all are just squeamish. So yes, this was my long standing wish, and yesterday seemed to be the perfect day to make it come true.
So I wandered Captiol Hill, in search of a studio with a good feel. And, I must say, I ended up a little disappointed. Granted, I am probably a little spoiled by the place I used to go to back home, New York Adorned. That joint is more like a museum of body modifications than anything else–tons of beautiful jewlery options, artful presentation, an expert staff of friendly, super modded up folks. And of course, the fact that they are all insanely hot only adds to the overall wonderfulness of the experience….mmm….sigh…but I digress…
So yeah, I am on Broadway, eyes peeled. I skip right over Laughing Budda. I haven’t heard one good thing about them since I have come here, besides, that whole flyer-person-perpetually-positioned-out-front deal strikes me as a little tacky. I mean, that stuff is all well and good for strip clubs, but when it comes to piercing studios I want something a little more…low key, I guess.
I continued on to Sin City, which is right across the street from Dick’s. A lot of people have told me that they have a really sweet, talented body piercer. But I dunno man, the place is primarily a clothing store and that just makes me wary. On top of that, the piercer wasn’t even *in* that day. And the store kinda smelled like hamsters (although my friend only picked up on a slightly “woody” odor)–not an aroma I usually associate with hygenic environments.
Feeling a little frusterated at this point, I headed over to Apocaylpse. It seemed very neat and tidy–maybe a bit sterile, actually. The counter people were a little indifferent to our presence, but then, that’s the norm at most piercing studios. The only thing that was a real let down was the jewelry selection–the only zero guage options were a few brightly colored metal eyelets (I’m more of a dark hue wearer) and some equally garish glass plugs! Horrors! Finally I spotted some clear glass ones that I felt I could live with.
“In fact with black o-rings, they’d look really good,” my friend pointed out. Of course, the place didn’t have any black o-rings. Just clear ones. Still, I had my heart set on getting the stretch today, and it was looking like Apocaylpse was the end of the line.
The procedure was well-excecuted, but the piercer guy didn’t give me any after care advice which seemed a little unprofessional. But whatever, I walked out happily rocking my new jewelry.

4 Comments so far

  1. josh (unregistered) on August 11th, 2004 @ 5:05 am

    it’s kind of funny that for a town with such sorry ass options, you had so many choices within a few blocks.
    anyway, the conventional wisdom says that Beautiful Ballard is the home of the high quality tattoo & body piercing. I have no direct experience, but you might check out Slave to the Needle next time.

  2. (unregistered) on August 13th, 2004 @ 4:44 am

    Ahh man, I’m a NYer who has been inked, pierced, and stretched by the amazing staff at NY Adorned, so I feel your pain about the lower quality options in Seattle.
    Still, even in NYC, I wouldn’t go ANYWHERE that wasn’t NY Adorned, so I shouldn’t be too hard on Seattle.

  3. tungsten (unregistered) on August 18th, 2004 @ 8:42 am

    Wow. For someone new to Seattle you’ve got the pensiveness thing down. You should start calling yourself a native.
    I’ve never heard anything bad about Laughing Budda (aside from the flier thing, but we don’t do those for strip clubs here). The place that I’ve heard recommended most however is the place on Pike street in the basement on the same block as the Wild Rose (i can’t remember the name of it).
    The things you should look for however aren’t whether or not they have fliers or clothing or anything of that sort. Make sure first and foremost that they are sterile. If they aren’t practically neurotic about sterility, then don’t give them your money. Secondly, make sure that you talk with them about what you want done long enough for you to get a good feel for their, um… bedside manner. If they’re some asshole that just jams shit through you slam bam thank you ma’m then fuckem.

  4. (unregistered) on August 19th, 2004 @ 1:35 am

    A lot of people I know (including myself) got pierced at the Pink Zone. A shame they aren’t around anymore… :(

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