A girl my age went off her head Hit some tiny children If the Black hadn't pulled her off I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that
Happened 10 years ago, my first rea love >had started high school in new city where I knew no one >met a new guy who became really good friends with me, had same taste of music with all these old guys and all from the 60s and 70s >we do lot of gay shit like hold hands and cuddle even tough he's straight >he invites me to watch some show where he's singing >when he's singing "Space Oddity" I start realizing I'm in love with him It all comes back to me now It was very special relationship I wish I was a still a teenager (We're still friends but there's no spark)
>“I had no problem with people knowing I was bisexual. But I had no inclination to hold any banners or be a representative of any group of people. I knew what I wanted to be, which was a songwriter and a performer, and I felt that [bisexuality] became my headline over here for so long. America is a very puritanical place, and I think it stood in the way of so much I wanted to do.”
David bowie has stated he is not an ally and has no involvement in the lgbt community despite stating he's bisexual and only being known for heterosexual relationships.
You do not fully know this person and you have only seen their work and their personality they want to portray in limited interview time.
>“I don’t know whether I am against or for Gay Lib. I understand that they want to have people to be with, so that they’re not on their own. I mean, I understand that feeling so well, ‘Oh no love, you’re not alone’, absolutely. I mean, my feeling is that I need people a lot. I know that feeling so well. But on the other hand, to put that many people all together at once is perfect, perfect meat for the papers to pick upon and ridicule. When you’re all together like that, you can be stamped immediately. To be a guerilla, to be on your own, is far more rewarding in the end, if you have the determination to carry it through.” NME, 1973
Bowie was an artist before he was anything else, of course he was subversive and contrarian. Stop looking at him so one dimensionally.
“I’m pretty much over my affection for men,” confesses David unblushingly. “The only time I get halfway wistful for those old days is in Japan. All those little boys are so cute, I just want to take them all up to my room.”
What I remember most about the E Club was Bowie. I met him when he was doing the Spiders from Mars tour. I had not yet turned 15 and he wanted to take me to his hotel room. I was still a virgin and terrified. He had hair the color of carrots, no eyebrows, and the whitest skin imaginable. I grabbed on to [DJ and club co-owner] Rodney Bingenheimer and said I was with him. So we all just hung out and talked. I had probably kissed boys by that point, but I wasn’t ready for David Bowie.
Next time Bowie was in town, though, maybe five months later, I got a call at home from his bodyguard, a huge black guy named Stuey. He told me that David wanted to take me to dinner. Obviously, I had no homework that night. Fuck homework. I wasn’t spending a lot of time at school anyway. I said that I would like to go but that I wanted to bring my friend Sable. She was dying to fuck Bowie. I figured that she would sleep with him while I got to hang out and have fun. At the time, Sable and her sister Coral were both dating Iggy Pop, spending time at the home of Tony DeFries [then-manager of David Bowie and Iggy] up in Laurel Canyon. People there were so high all the time -- Quaaludes, heroin, whatever. In the limo ride to the Rainbow, Sable said, “If you touch David, I will kill you.” I didn’t think she was kidding.
We sat at this corner table in a private room. Stuey rolled enormous blunts. John Lennon and Yoko Ono stopped by to say hello. We were drinking cocktails and looking at menus when some crazy guy dove over the table and said to David, “You flaming fucking faggot. Kill Bowie!” Next thing you know, Stuey’s got the guy pinned down and we’re being escorted out a side door and back into the limo. “Danny’s Song” was playing on the radio and Sable started singing to David: “We ain’t got honey, but I’m so in love with your money...” He laughed so hard. He thought it was hilarious.
We got to the Beverly Hilton and all went up to Bowie’s enormous suite. I found myself more and more fascinated by him. He was beautiful and clever and poised. I was incredibly turned on. Bowie excused himself and left us in this big living room with white shag carpeting and floor-to-ceiling windows. Stuey brought out Champagne and hash. We were getting stoned when, all of a sudden, the bedroom door opens and there is Bowie in this fucking beautiful red and orange and yellow kimono.
He focused his famously two-colored eyes on me and said, “Lori, darling, can you come with me?” Sable looked like she wanted to murder me. He walked me through his bedroom and into the bathroom, where he dropped his kimono. He got into the tub, already filled with water, and asked me to wash him. Of course I did. Then he escorted me into the bedroom, gently took off my clothes, and de-virginized me.
Two hours later, I went to check on Sable. She was all fucked up in the living room, walking around, fogging up windows and writing, "I want to fuck David." I told him what she was doing and that I felt so bad. Bowie said, “Well, darling, bring her in.” That night I lost my virginity and had my first threesome. The next morning, there was banging on the door and it was fucking [Bowie’s wife] Angie. I was terrified of her. David said not to worry about it. They were already at the point where they had separate rooms. She probably knew he’d be in there with girls... or boys. He was totally bisexual. I saw David many times after that, for the next 10 years, and it was always great.
TBHonfam, this is probably the celeb death that's hit me the hardest so far in my lifetime. I saw him in concert like 10 years ago and it was amazing. I really can't believe he's actually dead. I can't pick just one song or album or movie, but I grew up with his music and films, and he was definitely a big influence on me. Along with Tilda Swinton, he was my idol, aesthetically speaking, in terms of androgyny. Goddamnit, you beautiful fucking man, I'll miss you, and I'll keep your music playing until the day I die.
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