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Monday,
I woke up to the news of Bowie’s
departure on the way to Judy’s
funeral. She was the second
Judy we lost this year, the other Judith
Malina of the Living Theater, a tale of two Judys and a David. Somehow it all seemed fit, shoveling dirt,
saying goodbye, honoring heros, remembering what they created, and aspiring to
keep that creative, queer flame going.
When Judith Malina died, Monica said now its our turn to be more Judiths. Dancing in the ally down the street from Bowie’s on Lafayette, she echoed that sentiment. We have to be more Bowies, more open, more colorful, more expansive, more eros, more abundant, more weird, more queer.
He
brought us all together, one man chimed in as we danced. He brought us all together.
And
so we tried to honor that.
It
was Monica’s idea to do the ride and everyone loved it.
We were lucky to share
the planet with this divine, deliciously weird, truly original, transformative,
transforming, epic artist. Join us in celebrating his legacy by taking it to
the streets. We'll meet at Botanica Bar, around the corner from where he lived,
ride around blasting Bowie songs, start impromptu dance parties and end at
Marie's Crisis.
Wear your favorite Bowie incarnation!
Wear your favorite Bowie incarnation!
We were out watching
Spring Awakening as Bowie departed.
Joss was seeing Lazarus.
But when I heard about
Bowie, like a lot of people, I recalled a teenage moment
of connection, of hooking up with a friend who’d joined us out to see Bowie
perform in Dallas on the Glass Spider Tour.
So awkward, so cute, so many hours and hours in that dark room on my
childhood bed. I had gone with my
neighbor and she brought a friend, who ended up going home with me. Sometimes it had been my old neighbor. A transgressive time together, poly amorous
friends, passing through a moment in time. Bowie’s music was the
soundtrack of my teenage years, I recalled on Monday.
And I was not
alone. Throughout Monday, people debated
stories about Bowie and underage fans.
No one can condone statutory rape.
But when I saw Bowie perform in 1983, I can attest that half the people
in the audience would have done the same with Bowie.
Later Monday, Monica posted.
Later Monday, Monica posted.
Hey all
just wanted to say, as one of the organizers of this event, that we in no way condone Bowie's sexual misconduct with underage teenagers, consensual or otherwise. I just learned about that today for the first time And was disappointed but not surprised. Let's not idolize the celebrity but celebrate the incredible music, creative spirit, gender bending positivity and wild imaginings he brought us over the decades. New York needs more weird wild freedom in the street before it's all washed away by chains and banks. Let's dance!
just wanted to say, as one of the organizers of this event, that we in no way condone Bowie's sexual misconduct with underage teenagers, consensual or otherwise. I just learned about that today for the first time And was disappointed but not surprised. Let's not idolize the celebrity but celebrate the incredible music, creative spirit, gender bending positivity and wild imaginings he brought us over the decades. New York needs more weird wild freedom in the street before it's all washed away by chains and banks. Let's dance!
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