Megan Woolschlager

Biography:

I grew up an Army brat - the oldest of three, and the only girl. I ended up in Brandon, Fl, where I went to High School. I escaped in 1993. I fucked around for about a year, worked at a tropical fish farm in Plant City (strawberry capital of the world), and spent about six months in Buenos Aries, Argentina.

In 1994 I moved to Boone, NC to attend Appalachian State University. An hour before my Psychology exam (coincidentally, my present landlord, Art Skibbe's Pscyhology class) I got my upper ear (helix) pierced with a needle. It fucking hurt like hell, but I couldn't stop. I loved the rush, and I loved the jewelry. For the first time in my life, I could change myself, modify my outside to fit my inside. Eventually I was ready to be tattooed as well Some asshole slammed a piece of shit on me for fifty dollars. (Having seen some really bad (and irrepairable) shit on people, I consider myself lucky to have met and learned from Cain and Jon before it was too late)

When I was Junior, I decided that I was wasting my parents money and still had no friggin' idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I dropped out to work full time. (I now mange a shoe store in the Boone Mall) By this time I had met Kelley Mitchell (coincidentally, the wife of the guy who pierced me for the very first time) and began an informal apprenticeship (which mostly concisted of me hanging around her shop asking questions). When Jon bought her business, I began a more formal apprenticeship under him.

I don't want to pierce just because I am not scared to - I want to provide a safe environment for people to discover how natural it is to mark themselves as human beings.

• My Friend Lisa's Site
  
  
• FE zine
  
  
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• Controlling my Ferrets
  
  
• Worshipping Elvis
  
  
• Hanging out with Cain
  
  
• Researching Serial Killers
  
  
• Trying not to kill house plants