I think July should be full of people coming out cause they feel safe to do so
8:35 am - 07/04/2012
Frank Ocean opens up about sexuality
The Odd Future crooner reveals that his first love was a man in Tumblr post
TW: Use of the n-word in a tweet by Tyler, The Creator
Frank Ocean has opened up about his sexuality, suggesting that he is gay or bisexual.
Addressing widespread rumours about his orientation, the singer and Odd Future affiliate has admitted in a post on his Tumblr that his first love was a man.
Ocean's post began saying that he had originally planned to publish the open letter on the liner notes for his forthcoming new album 'Channel Orange', but had decided to go public with it now to address speculation. He prefaced his statement saying he hopes that “the babies born these days will inherit less of the bullshit than we did.”
He wrote: "4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I'd see him, and his smile. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realised I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with.
"I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for then. Knowing I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn't admit the same. He had to go back inside soon. It was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn't tell the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I'd only imagined reciprocity for years.
Ocean went on to explain how the process of making music had given him the strength to admit who he really is. He added, "I don't know what happens now, and that's alrite. I don't have any secrets I need kept anymore. There's probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as it felt like it. As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don't think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I'm grateful for you.
"Grateful that even though it wasn't what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. And we were. I won't forget you. I won't forget the summer. I'll remember who I was when I met you. I'll remember who you were and how we've both changed and stayed the same.
"To my mother. You raised me strong. I know I'm only brave because you were first. So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely, I can hear the sky falling too."
Odd Future's Tyler, The Creator, who has himself been accused of homophobia, took to his Twitter feed in solidarity with his friend, saying: "My Big Brother Finally Fucking Did That. Proud Of That Nigga Cause I Know That Shit Is Difficult Or Whatever. Anyway. I'm A Toilet."
Source
The full Tumblr post can be found here.I sadly can't transcribe it right now, hope someone else can! Click the spoiler tag! (Thanks to 
premor for the link!)
It's really thoughtful and sweet. I'm so proud of Frank Ocean. And I think it's kind of nice to happen on the Fourth of July. I know I can relate to being in love with another woman and not knowing why or how as well as the pain of loving someone who can't admit their own love for you. But he seems to have come out of it stronger and wiser. Good for him.
Tyler, The Creator is a bastion of tact as always.
The Odd Future crooner reveals that his first love was a man in Tumblr post
TW: Use of the n-word in a tweet by Tyler, The Creator
Frank Ocean has opened up about his sexuality, suggesting that he is gay or bisexual.
Addressing widespread rumours about his orientation, the singer and Odd Future affiliate has admitted in a post on his Tumblr that his first love was a man.
Ocean's post began saying that he had originally planned to publish the open letter on the liner notes for his forthcoming new album 'Channel Orange', but had decided to go public with it now to address speculation. He prefaced his statement saying he hopes that “the babies born these days will inherit less of the bullshit than we did.”
He wrote: "4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I'd see him, and his smile. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realised I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with.
"I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for then. Knowing I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn't admit the same. He had to go back inside soon. It was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn't tell the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I'd only imagined reciprocity for years.
I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn't imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn't always successful.
Ocean went on to explain how the process of making music had given him the strength to admit who he really is. He added, "I don't know what happens now, and that's alrite. I don't have any secrets I need kept anymore. There's probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as it felt like it. As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don't think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I'm grateful for you.
"Grateful that even though it wasn't what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. And we were. I won't forget you. I won't forget the summer. I'll remember who I was when I met you. I'll remember who you were and how we've both changed and stayed the same.
"To my mother. You raised me strong. I know I'm only brave because you were first. So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely, I can hear the sky falling too."
Odd Future's Tyler, The Creator, who has himself been accused of homophobia, took to his Twitter feed in solidarity with his friend, saying: "My Big Brother Finally Fucking Did That. Proud Of That Nigga Cause I Know That Shit Is Difficult Or Whatever. Anyway. I'm A Toilet."
Source
The full Tumblr post can be found here.
premor for the link!)"Whoever you are, wherever you are… I’m starting to think we’re a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My oved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3 I’ve screamed at my creator, screamed at the clouds in the sky. For some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to reain like manna somehow. 4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. WE spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiatin with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love, it changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager. The ones I played when I experienced a girlfriend for the first time. I realized they were written in a language I did not yet speak. I realized too much, too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima, the same car I packed up with bags and drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, knowing I would never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon, it was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined recipricoty for years. Now imagine being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasn’t on a cliff, I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t always successful.
The dance went on. I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane, I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe. Sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are. Great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alright. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it. As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. And we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed. and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother. You raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were the first. So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely… I can hear the sky falling too.”
The dance went on. I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane, I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe. Sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are. Great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alright. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it. As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. And we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed. and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother. You raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were the first. So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely… I can hear the sky falling too.”
It's really thoughtful and sweet. I'm so proud of Frank Ocean. And I think it's kind of nice to happen on the Fourth of July. I know I can relate to being in love with another woman and not knowing why or how as well as the pain of loving someone who can't admit their own love for you. But he seems to have come out of it stronger and wiser. Good for him.
Tyler, The Creator is a bastion of tact as always.
I generally have a massive hate!boner for the set-up of unrequited love, even when it eventually gets resolved; feeling it/being on the receiving end of it is just not the business. But I cant/wont hate on the fact that it apparently helped someone come to terms with who they are.
♥♥♥ Frank Ocean. On Independence Day and everything. Nice.
Edited at 2012-07-04 01:19 pm (UTC)
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/70
Well, at least this looked like a far more satisfying bm.