Earlier this week, a UK reporter had the chance to preview Frank Ocean’s debut album Channel Orange before it drops later this month, and wrote a post about what she heard. And what she heard, she said, was Frank singing about a “him”. This led to various reports on the web of Frank Ocean “admitting” to bisexuality, but obviously there were skeptics as this couldn’t be confirmed by our own ears. However, in an act of bravery, Frank took it upon himself to post an open letter via his Tumblr page and open up about the love he shared with a man 4 summers ago. Kudos, Frank! You’re no longer swimming from something bigger than you. You’re going to help so many people with your bravery. Read his open letter in full below.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, Iâ€™m beginning to think weâ€™re a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3 Iâ€™ve screamed at my creator. Screamed at clouds in the sky. For some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to rain 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 Iâ€™d see him, and his smile. Iâ€™d hear his conversation and his silence â€¦ 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 negotiating 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 â€¦ 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 wasnâ€™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 could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldnâ€™t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon. It was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldnâ€™t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like Iâ€™d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now imagine being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasnâ€™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 couldnâ€™t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasnâ€™t always successful.
The dance went on â€¦ I kept the rhythm for several summers after. Itâ€™s winter now. Iâ€™m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. Itâ€™s December 27, 2011. By now Iâ€™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. Iâ€™m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this Iâ€™d told some people my story. Iâ€™m sure these people kept me alive, kept me save â€¦ sincerely, these are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are â€¦ great humans, probably angels. I donâ€™t know what happens now, and thatâ€™s alrite. I donâ€™t have any secrets I need kept anymore. Thereâ€™s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it â€¦ as much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I donâ€™t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love. Iâ€™m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasnâ€™t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are â€¦ and we were. I wonâ€™t forget you. I wonâ€™t forget the summer. Iâ€™ll remember who I was when I met you. Iâ€™ll remember who you were and how weâ€™ve both changed and stayed the same. Iâ€™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 Iâ€™m only braved because you were first â€¦ so thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely â€¦ I can hear the sky falling too.
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