I awoke this morning to the news that David Bowie had died. Like most of the world, I was gutted by this news, and have spent the rest of the day — while working, nonetheless — fighting back the release of tears that have been omnipresent behind my eyelids. Undoubtedly The Man of Many Personas left us too soon, but oh, what gifts he left us all, and the LGBTQ+ community specifically.
I do not want to be writing this. I do not want to be writing anything. I do not want to be at work, or in front of computer, or doing anything other than holding Mrs. AbsinthePassion while we eat ridiculous amounts of junk food and drink potent alcohol and watch television shows and films that will seem immeasurably deep and complex while we’re drunk. I want out of this pain that runs so deep even the Marianas Trench would be afraid to peer over the edge of the yawning abyss. I also want to spare you, SINful friends, of this pain, so be warned, continuing further down this path finds only sorrow and despair. Continue at your peril.
SINful friends, I borrow the title of today’s post from the 1994 film The Crow, the last starring role for Brandon Lee, the son of Bruce Lee. Brandon suffered a fatal accident during the filming of The Crow, which made many of his lines in the film all the more poignant. For me the one that always stuck out was when Brandon Lee’s character Eric Draven, while speaking of his dead fiancee Shelly, says “Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of… trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.”