I think that piercings, in all their variety of types and sizes, look okay, even great on other people, but I just can’t think of any that are aesthetically pleasing enough for me to override nightmarish fantasies of getting them ripped out when they get caught in my sweater as I’m pulling it over my head or something. However, if someone ever held a gun to my head and told me that I had to pierce some part of my body or else they’d kill me on the spot, I would choose to get a hood piercing. My friend Marla has one, and according to her and various opinions on the internet, there are many great things about having a vertical hood piercing other than how it looks.
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I don’t really believe in a god right now, but if there was a god, I would have advised him to take the beauty of the hood piercing one step further. I mean, wouldn’t it be great if everyone and anyone could just walk up the stairs with a hood piercing and orgasm? Or run laps around a track. And orgasm. Marla said the best thing about her hood piercing that she’d discovered so far was sitting on big, vibrating speakers. If hood piercings worked the way the way they ought to work, wouldn’t they be a solution for obese people everywhere? I would start a noveau type of fat camp for women, and we'd all have hood piercings. And we’d run. And climb stairs. And we'd be getting off from them left and right. And if running were like sex, who wouldn’t want to run, and run, and run? If exercising were like sex, everyone would be fit and hotter than the sun.