rushlight

So I get told, quite often, that people love the piercings (mainly the labret; don't ask me why). This doesn't bother me, per se, but it seems strange how so many people nowadays (in our "enlightened age") still identify things like piercings with counter-culture. People assume I'm also covered in ink - which I'm not. They ask if I'm pierced "down there" - which I'm not. I've had people ask me if I know where to find various drugs, up to and including heroin. Their sole reason for asking? I'm pierced, so I must be into that stuff. Stereotyping always did bother me. Mind you, I'm not, by any means, accusing everyone who ever found my metal interesting of doing any of this. But there is a trend among the (m)asses.

Enough reflection. The days of my bottom lip being a conversation piece are soon to be over.

As most of you are aware, I'm working on enlisting in the Air Force. Despite how easy some people may find the process, it can be hellish if you have two children and a divorce in the works.

Obviously, the AF has certain restrictions regarding appearance (at least when you go into boot camp). One of these involves piercings, or the complete lack thereof. I think you can tell where this blog is headed.

So, for those of you who always professed a love for the Patrick with piercings, here's your warning:
They're going away soon. I may get some redone once I'm stationed, but the labret's gone for good (or until I leave the AF).

I love getting pierced. I love being pierced. But I love my kids more, and this is the best way to take care of them.

Anyway, I'm done writing. Not sure what day they'll go away, but it's soon.