“Dian Bailey is a maso! I can hear you all saying it, just as my horrified sister did when she saw my swollen, three day fresh navel piercing. As I endeavored to reassure her, I will you, I did not get my flesh pierced or lie on that bed of nails or that couch of meat cleavers, for that matter, for a love of carbon steel penetration. Some pain did accompany all three performances, despite his holiness, The Fakir Musafar’s, denials. But pain is just a weewee stop on the road to knowledge, as his holiness might put it, and I was anesthetized for my piercing by the vision of my perfect navel sporting a jewel that would never get lost when the Crazy Glue failed. As for the nails and cleavers, the Fakir’s to blame for making it look so easy. Fakir is a noted mystic and PARTNER’s Religion Editor, so it is easy for him. Those spikes were sharp, but I could never pass on a double-dare. Musafar claims it’s necessary to lie at least six hours on the spikes to reach nirvana, a state of unconscious bliss. I know for sure you don’t reach that state after two minutes, though the cleavers’ll make you pray for it. The true answer to maso or not, I fell, is whether, having experienced it once, you’ll climb on again. I’ll stick to old-fashioned penetrants, flesh and blood pokers and lots of spit, please.”
A few years ago, Sacred Debris was gifted with an almost forty year old Kodachrome slide from the folks at Yellow Beak Press featured Fakir Musafar performing a navel piercing, captured by photographer Bob Hanson, but we didn’t have any more information on it and assumed, given it’s semi-casual location, that it was taken at a tattoo convention. Thankfully our friend Garret spotted this photoshoot and kindly sent a copy to SD. I noticed a few familiar names in the magazine’s masthead- Billy Tinnie specifically- who went on to work for tattoo magazines, adding another nodal point to our queue.