I do not believe it is a wild exaggeration to say that there are on this earth today many people who would not be here without David Bowie — either because their parents procreated to his music or because (and this is I believe the more important group) he gave them a reason to stay alive when perhaps they did not want to. He was the patron saint of all my favorite fellow travelers: the freaks, the fags, the dykes, the queers, the weirdos of all stripes, and that most dangerous creature of all: the artist. He was the crown prince(ss) of the unusual. He was so marvelously, spectacularly weird, and he gave so many oddballs, including this one, hope.
I’m so glad we, the world at large, didn’t know about his illness. We should all be so lucky to have peace and quiet, especially the heroes among us. I don’t know how his lovely family pulled off such a wonderful final gift, but bravo.
Goodbye, you beautiful sexy gender-resistant oddball space hero. You gave the weird kids something to aspire to and dream about. We were very lucky to have you in any form, at all, ever, for as long as we got you. Thank you.