I'm a tiny little dyke. Big mouth, big imagination. I was born at an unknown time in a Cincinnati hospital and I seem to have been acutely aware of the time since then. I wish I had the money to be the aficionado that I should be. I crack my back too much, I don't speak up when I should. I dream too big and aim too low.
Today, after much thought, I got my very own sternum piercing. Don't be fooled by the happy look. I was absolutely terrified at that point. Face looks calm at first. I was trying not to laugh out of sheer nervousness. It hurt a little, not bad at all though. A lot of the redness is just blood (ew). Thanks to the good people at Slingin' Ink in Grinnell.
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