It's really, really nice to know that my dad is a predjudiced bitch.
My brother has at least, at least, at least eight piercings. That I know of. I know for a fact that the gross majority of those came before he turned twenty, and all of them came when he was living under this roof.
My other brother, younger than Bro. 1 but older than me, has no piercings. No interest.
I want to get my eyebrow pierced. Asked mother. Said no. I understand, it's a little strange and there's a few more risks involved than with other piercings.
I have a fake ring, a hoop, that cvan go onto most places for piercings. No eyebrow or tongue though.
I've been wearing it on my lip for the last two days, to see what it would be like to have a piercing there and eat and drink and change clothes.
And my dad took one look, said 'Take it off' and told me if I got a facial piercing I'd be gone. No longer living here.
Isn't it nice that parental love is so conditional?
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