When it came to sexuality, the point was ambiguity. It had less to do with homosexuality, or even bisexuality, than a simple challenge of cultural norms or even, let’s face it, an attempt to shock, to get attention, to step out of the mold. It wasn’t political. It wasn’t advocacy, as we know it today — it was never about sexual rights, even if for many, it had that effect.
At least, that’s how I see it, in retrospect.
John, I’m Only Dancing — as others have said — could be about a gay man reassuring his gay lover. Or it could be about a straight man reassuring the male lover of the girl he’s dancing with. Classic ambiguity. Classic Bowie.