In my dream we crowd inside the clubhouse, line up and joke like men who don’t know each other. Bowie is my host to this event where we are each going to do … something that turns out to be tattooing two eager naked initiates. I’m not even a member and have never tattooed, but when the red head shows me their rounded compact body with its brassy body hair and twisting spina bifida scar, I start to think of which marks would honor them.