☆|The Story Behind St.. My Pen Name|☆

You know that song 'flag-pole sitta' by Harvey Danger? That one hit wonder claiming that getting your tounge pierced felt "fine".... it's a damn good song and a HUGE lie. That shit hurts bad.

That said....

In the days of my early twenties I liked the idea of traveling, and decided to visit a Rainbow Gathering in Ocala Florida, to test my travel legs. A Rainbow Gathering is a gathering of the Rainbow Family, and for any who do not know, the 'Rainbow' Family is a tribe of nomadic hippies who camp across the country in national forests year round. They Live communally and it was a wonderful experience to meet such free spirited naturalists at the time.

It was my first gathering and second morning there, when I would come across a piercer with individually wrapped brand new needles in abundance, handing out free piercings. I had been looking into new expieriences at the time, and i started talking to him about if I would consider getting one done.

My crazy self said, "Well I have thought about my tounge, but..."

Then, he convinced me.

He had a bunch of new tounge rings, and i picked one with the balls on it like googley-eyes. I thought that the obvious choice, so that my tounge could be imagined as a tiny monster in a cave sometimes when I got bored.

SO.... the first thing about tounge piercings is they are sore for the first two days. The second thing is, your teeth will find every way for you to accidentally bite the new stud while eating. The third thing that should probably have been mentioned first is that the number one way to keep a new tounge piercing clean is to carry salt water with you constantly to swish and spit a lot. Sounds fun right?

It wound up getting me a nickname on my first night with it. In the woods at night firewood is a must, especially in february, and my camp had broken it's hatchet that day. We all set out induvidually into the woods to find a fellow camper somewhere, who might have a hatchet we could use to chop some wood for the evening.

I wound up being the person to find it, when I found a man I've described before as a "Crocodile Dundee lookin' mother fucker".

It was a situation where the light wasn't fully gone but the sun was setting and i was on a path with thick bamboo on one side, at a fork in the small foottrails made through the different clustered clearings around me. There he was walking with his pack and a rather cool cowboy hat. I told him he looked like the type of man who could help my friends and I with a hatchet, and he really did just so happen to have one on him.

How the name came about was when introducing myself to this gentleman, I said my name was "sth-Towie" my best attempt to say 'Tori' that I could muster, but the nice man heard "Story" instead.

He called me Story all night, and it caught on, and even my friends liked the misunderstanding, because they found my lisping tounge ring condition funny, and I cant blame them.

The humor I found in my lisp, I used to fuel a soap-box spoken word session outside of Disney land the next day. Reciting "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout" real loud in the parking lot. We had gone to Orlando for the day for the Further Tour, a Phish type Jam Band thing... Fucking hippies...

ANYway..

Back to the story of Sto.. My pen name!

After it stuck a while I decided to embrace it, and added a "S" to the front of "Tori" to be pronounced just like Story in a Story book.

It never took too much effort to further make it clever for me to use specifically, by adding in different metaphors and reasons I would choose this as my pen.

It is the reason I change my picture a lot, because a good story can come illustrated. Lol

More random things pop in my head but you can find examples throughout my posts randomly and see some of what I mean..

Now it just sort of suits me ^-^