Tracey Emin: David Bowie was my rock when I lived among paedophiles and fleas
By Ava Barnes
The nurse holds my wrist and tells me that she’s about to inject the contrast dye, that I will feel a warm sensation that will flood internally all over my body. That it will only last for about 30 seconds. As it rushes through my veins it feels somehow orgasmic, a sensation of the deepest internal warmth, it finally ends like an arrow at my clitoris.
