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The Todfather: A night of gently touching tips with Tod Almighty

Tod Almighty is hands down one of the most magnetic personalities in piercing. Forthcoming, charming, hilarious – it’s easy to get lost in the seduction rather then realize that he’s been a force to be reckoned with for over two decades. Coming in under the tutelage of Allen Falkner, working his way through California, teaching with the Fakir intensives, being one of the mainstays at Anatometal -that’s some serious shit right there. So we got high and decided to talk about his roots in piercing, how multi-faceted our industry has become, and why one day we might all have to wear a suit and tie. Oh, and there’s a story in here that proves Tod’s balls are bigger then any of ours. Don’t believe me? Read it for yourself.

Ari – Alright Tod, give us a little introduction

Tod – I’m Tod Almighty, and I’ve been with Anatometal for 14 years now. I started piercing in 1992 after I apprenticed under Allen Falkner in Dallas, Texas. I’ve worked out of Santa Barbara, LA, San Jose, and Dallas, a lot of places I suppose. I’ve been an instructor with the Fakir Intensives since 1997, so twenty years now – I do both basic and advanced courses with them. I took them in 1992 as well. I like long walks on the beach, I’m a dog person not a cat person, I prefer length to girth, and I have no gag reflex! Continue reading

Cenobites and Modern Primitives

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His flesh was virtually white, his hairless head ritualistically scarred with deep grooves that ran both horizontally and vertically, at every intersection of which a nail had been hammered through the bloodless flesh and into his bone. Perhaps, at one time, the nails had gleamed, but the years had tarnished them. No matter, for the nails possessed a certain elegance, enhanced by the way the demon held his head, as though regarding the world with an air of weary condescension. What ever torments he had planned for these last victims— and his knowledge of pain and its mechanisms would have made the Inquisitors look like school- yard bullies—it would be worsened by orders of magnitude if any one of them dared utter that irreverent nickname Pinhead, the origins of which were long lost in claim and counterclaim. -Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

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