Dearest fellow travelers, my apologies for not posting sooner. My intention is to post on Tuesday mornings, but I was out of town this weekend and blah blah excuses blah. So! To keep you coming back to this site, I will now reveal a small but persistent addiction: my love for all things Bowie.
This isn’t to say that I know all his albums by heart or the details of his personal life, and I’ve never had his image plastered to my bedroom wall. But it does mean that my cousin R. and I will discuss how long it takes to do something in terms of the length of the original Ziggy Stardust and the Rise and Fall of the Spiders from Mars album, eg, “It took me a Ziggy and a half to wash the car today.” And it also means that I bought a red wig and a length of shimmery green fabric last year and spent Halloween as Ziggy Stardust himself. This year, I didn’t set out to step into a Bowie role again, and who am I going to be, the Thin White Duke?
But then, inspiration! For Halloween this year, I could become a terrifying magical being, the ruler of an entire kingdom, and the thrilling sex dream of teenage girls. In short, I could become The Goblin King from Labyrinth.
Friends R and R are filling the roles of Sarah and Hoggle, and I am currently on the hunt for a small doll in red striped pajamas so I can toss him to alarming heights and sing about the babe with the power.
I don’t know about my chances for a cure of this Bowie love, but as long as I’m shaping my eyebrows into demon points, stuffing my pants with value packs of tube socks, and singing about stealing children, I’m not sure I want to.