Body Mod, or Proof That I'm Hopelessly Uncool and Happy to Stay That Way

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You got your standard ear piercing. Your tragus piercing. Your daith piercing. Your septum, nostril, and high nostril piercing. Your lowbrets, labrets, and smiley piercings. Nipples and navels. Foreskins and frenums. Clits and hoods. T-bars and uvulas. Inverse piercings and flesh coils. And I missed them all - I'm blissfully unmodified except by too much fried food and too much time in Aeron chairs. But my buddy, BH, didn't miss out.

I was just introduced to BME, the body modification e-zine. Check it out. And, as BH says, "Remember when long hair freaked parents out?" Take a look and tell me you don't end up squandering an inordinate amount of time looking at the thousands of pictures.

BTW: I'm quite sure I'll never have the urge to have my frenum pierced. The closest I've ever even come to a piercing is when I accidentally stapled my index finger when I was in second grade at Immaculate Conception.