Alpina's blog post - Pores

I am absorbing London through all my pores - and I have pores all over. I walked to the Tate Modern Museum today, to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition which is going to close tomorrow. The queue was terriffic. Frida is an artist, who makes me wet - to be honest. She has a definite male side, and she was a beautiful woman, dark, strong-featured - what an opposite to my white roundness. It's an established fact she was bisexual. And suddenly I felt this deep hole inside me that needed filling, fast. I have this sometimes, when my body reacts to something utterly beautiful.

He was about 25, a sweet, good-looking boy and I suddenly wanted to provide him with a memory. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. When we both heard about Frida's promiscuity from the audio-guide, our smiles became deeper. The I kissed him, passionately, tonguey, and then all went fast. We found a taxi and I mentioned my hotel. I am sure that when he felt me up in the taxi he wondered why I was so wet.

We fell into each other. The stamina he showed the second time provided me with all I needed to fill my desperate emptiness to the brim. We didn't talk much before he left.When he did, there was a double-decker bus cruising up the road. An advert on its side read: Would you like you if you met you?

Outside the Tate Modern, two lesbians of visibly southern origin had kissed wildly and thrust their lower bodies agaist each other as we were passing - to the smiles of interested bystanders.