Pin and mount me.

As has long been my goal, Parker and I have finally joined the ranks of Ota Benga and the electric light in being among the cultural artifacts displayed at an exposition. We count among our friends a few peddlers in flesh, and one of them, Louise, is teaching today at the Association of Professional Piercers conference. He decided last night that he hadn't recorded enough examples of his performing some of the more novel experiments in skewering, and called us to request that we donate our bodies for a short while to science and art. We agreed. Parker's face is once more home to lachrymal silver, and I have a new pocket below the other jewelry on my nape. It was intended, at first, only as a play piercing. I'd never seen an example of the new form that I appreciated, but once it was in place, I actually quite liked mine. (My friends are very good at what they do.) These things tend to reject eventually. I still don't think of it as permanent, but I'm becoming fond of it. I also modeled for various examples of placement markings. Besides his other talents, Louise is apparently adept at spirit photography; today he managed to convince a crowded room that I have notable breasts.