A gaping hole

Yesterday, I was in the bathroom staring at my tongue in the mirror. Like ya do. It didn't look very healthy. It looked kind of sick, and I thought it might have something to do with the metal bar I've had stuck through its center for the past eight years. So I took it out.

It took me about 15 minutes to figure out how to speak without it. I lisped at first, in fact. Just like I did when I first got it pierced. It's a bit sore now, and there's a weird bubble-type thing where the hole was that Nurse Grams assured me will go away once it's completely healed. I'm going to have to hone those fellatio skills now that I'll no longer have the aid of the silver oral sex enhancer.

All day today, I've been contemplating my navel ring. I've taken out the nose ring and the tongue ring, and that will be the last tie to my capricious youth. It's coming out, but I haven't yet decided when.