In 1982, when I was 16 I convinced a friend to get our left ears pierced. I made him go first so I could see how much it was going to hurt. This was in West Virginia; there was only one other guy who had an earring, but he was a dropout grit, so we were the first "normal" kids to do it (and we were complete nerds). It was quite scandalous. Guys were always threatening to beat us up and called us names. The next year, there must have been a dozen who did it, most of them from the same group that wanted to kick our asses for being "faggots." I let it heal over a few years later.