I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.
As I'm sure you are all aware, yesterday we lost a hero. Bowie was not just a musician, he was inspiration for so many: myself included. It feels almost surreal that he's no longer here and I'm certainly not the first to say I never thought he would die. There was something about him, like an air of invincibility, the constant reinventions of himself probably contributed to the reason I never thought he would die.
Bowie changed so many of us, he's allowed us the freedom be who we want to be, to be confident in ourselves no matter how crazy, or wild that is. If Bowie can do it, so can we. His reinventions act as a reminder for us to look past others expectations and opinions and to fill ourselves with hope because we always have the ability to 'ch-ch-change.'
Bowie tore down the walls, he was almost this un-human character not associated with any sexuality or gender. He became a hero to those who ever felt outcast, or lonely, because if Bowie can do it so can we.
I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human. I felt very puny as a human. I thought, "Fuck that. I want to be a superhuman.