It’s really, really awful. It looks like a Home Ec project from 1980.

YAAASSS. Those two are so good. Though I prefer Bowie’s Storytellers performance of “Word on a Wing,” I think it’s more moving.

Maybe get him a tall cat tree and put up cat shelves that are high. When he climbs on something he’s not supposed to, redirect to the cat tree.

I think you are going to have to set very clear boundaries. “That is not something that is up for conversation.” “What you are saying is disrespectful/not ok.” “We are not going to talk about this.” “You are here as a guest please treat me with respect.” If they cross the line and you are unable to ask them to leave…

IT IS NOT SECHE VITE’S FAULT

Well, I’ve done vast quantities of heroin and can attest to the incapacitative qualities of injectable opiates! Woo doggy! I might as well have been a box of kleenex.

I was introduced to bowie by a friend of mine when I was going through a strange transition in my life. I had broken off an engagement and had left my job, things were supremely shitty. My friend gave me a bunch of bowie records and they all serve as a bookmark in that time of my life and gave me some much needed joy…

I love him. I dressed as him for three different halloweens. I had a fucking breakdown this morning when I couldn’t find my David Bowie t-shirt that I bought as a senior in high school. (QUITE A WHILE AGO, let me just say.) I finally found it in a box of my sister’s things at my dad’s house, and I honestly cried. I’m…

That SNL appearance is my first really conscious memory of him, too! I must have heard his music before that, but that was the first time I remember being hit with the full impact of his awesome, gorgeous, erotic weirdness. I distinctly remember being both attracted and a little afraid of him.

Isn’t it so piercingly painful when kids/very young people first learn about someone who’s meant so much to you? On the one hand, there's joy in passing on the music, but, on the other, times passes and it kills our heroes, and I can't control how sad I feel about that.

It’s a sad day indeed, I was having a lot of feelings about it while getting ready for work and I ended up doing Ziggy inspired makeup today to feel closer to him. I'm just going to hide in my backroom and listen to ALL THE DAVID BOWIE.

I fell in love with him in Labyrinth. I was 6. I didn’t know why then but he seemed to have that certain special something, and his voice was really good. And he had cool hair/powers/goblins.

I’ve literally been listening to Bowie since before I was born - my mom used to play Hunky Dory and Aladdin Sane to make me calm down and stop punching her in the ribs while she was pregnant with me. He was always one of her favorites, and Space Oddity was my jam as a kid. I remember being maybe 8,9? And finally…

I have never cried upon hearing of a celebrity’s death, except for this morning. I sobbed in bed (heard from an early AM text from my sister) as if a close friend had died. Then I realized that Bowie’s music was with me during very turbulent/emotional and otherwise “important” parts of my life — just like a close…

I was a little older, but, yes, yes, I had the same mind-blowing experience. I’d seen his albums in the local “forbidden” record store/head shop (they had all the good stuff you didn’t find at MusicLand in the mall), but wasn’t brave enough to buy it for myself. At that moment, Bowie (and Klaus) were a vision of a…

Still grey on Deadspin, so I’ll repeat myself here.

That was how I got into David Bowie was through Labyrinth. Something about him woke up feelings in me I didn’t understand until I was older. I started listening to his music and watched his movies.

I can’t place a specific time - he has been part of my life since elementary school. As a kid I loved how he was androgynous -very masculine but not in any way I had ever observed. Can I just say I am in tears over how many younger Jezzies (younger than me anyway!) discovered him through “Labyrinth” and have such…

I loved him for his boldness. He helped the goth black girl growing up in the great white north know that it’s ok to be different and to live my life unafraid of others perceptions.

When I first got ill when I was 12 or 13, I got very very agoraphobic, I didn’t leave the house for a year, being in the front yard gave me terrible anxiety attacks. After that year my big sister got me to take a xanax and go for short rides with her. Just around the block, then to my grams 5 minutes away, then 10…