David Bowie: "The Handsome Gigolo" Article (1978)

David Bowie’s "The Handsome Gigolo," a one-page article in Morganpost, October 9, 1978.

Why The Bowie's Were Late They are both well-known in show business: the married couple Angie and David Bowie (he as a pop singer in the films "The Handsome Gigolo" and "The Man Who Fell to Earth"). They have a "transatlantic" marriage: she is English, he is American. But

That's why the Bowies were late to their wedding

What makes a woman good in bed?

For years, I have been identified with bisexuality; that's because David and I were the first to admit to being bisexual. We often slept with other girls. We were 20 minutes late to our own wedding because we were with a girl. That morning, we had gotten up early and suddenly decided to have sex with another girl—what a pretty girl she was, an actress. Well, and then we were late for the wedding

No man has ever made me feel like I wasn't good in bed, although some girls have. The first time I slept with a girl, I was 16. I had no idea what to do and had to rely entirely on my instincts. I was living in Cyprus at the time, where women are built like hourglasses. Naturally, I didn't develop much interest in my body there, because it was thin and long; my breasts were too small and my legs were incredibly long. Suddenly, I realized that this girl responded incredibly to all my physical stimuli in bed. Therefore, having sex with that girl showed me for the first time that I was actually "beautiful."

The first time I went to bed with a man, I was 18. I had to promise my father that I would wait that long. I think my passion had built up incredibly during those years and manifested itself in fantastic hallucinations when I finally

actually got into bed with a guy. Man, I felt so damn relieved when I finally had a man. I lived with the guy for a good time, so he must not have been bad, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed with him. Back then, I didn't always come when I went to bed with a man, but I was completely indifferent to that and never worried much about it; I'm far too thick-skinned for that

There are a lot of things I don't do unless I'm in a devilish mood. Oral sex is only an option for me if it's serious. I only give the guys that pleasure after we've known each other for over 8 months, or when then he might think, "Man, I'm lucky, just look at how everyone is after her," and then he's kind of proud.

No, I don't masturbate. I don't mind it at all. What I enjoy is acting, but for that I need an audience. I once slept with someone in front of 10 people. That was the extreme. It was fabulous, great, but I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't known in advance that I would enjoy it immensely. I brought a guy and a couple of girls with me to my house.

I believe that if you really want to be good in bed, then you are, without any tricks. If you give in to something, you inevitably have to be good at it; otherwise it's not possible. Being good in bed is

But I spend my happiest hours with my rorting team. "Rorting" means having sex with girls. There are four or five guys and me; we pick a girl and giggle and wonder which of us will be the first to get her on the mat. We've been doing this for many years. The most important thing is that she participates without any of us leaving the room. We consider it a group activity, like living theater.

Being good in bed has nothing to do with whether you can keep a man. Being good in bed means being charming, frivolous, worldly-wise, and very humorous. I can keep a man like David because I show him that he'd never get anyone as fabulous as me again, but it really has nothing to do with the bed. Of course, our connection is also a sexual connection, and he sees that I am desired in so many ways and something you do for your own charisma, for your own pride, for your own nobility.

There is no one I've ever slept with, that I meet in a restaurant, who ignores me, no one!

There really isn't one, quite honestly, no matter which of my exes I meet in a restaurant and no matter what I've done with them, no matter what terrible things we've done together, we greet each other with cries of delight and hug each other. If one day that's no longer the case, I know I'd feel miserable.

Taken from the book "What makes a woman G.I.B. good in bed?" by Wendy Leigh,