Later, I saw Bowie on TV performing with Cher, the two of them singing a crazy medley of songs, from the Beatles to Bing Crosby, long-legged, feral creatures in white pants. I was rapt, my body burning, and the edges of Chester exploding: there was a bigger world and I wanted to see it, to be in it. Bowie showed me that there was another way of being, you know? Like, he broke all the rules about gender, and just like life.
