Yesterday, Frank Ocean wrote on his Tumblr:
“4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Every day almost, and on the day we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless.”
Like so many of his love songs, Frank’s announcement is beautifully written–soul stirring, even. I would like to thank and congratulate Mr. Ocean, on the heels of Independence Day, for throwing off the fetters of fear, and of polite society, and of hip-hop hyper-masculine homophobia, and being completely, utterly, and inspiringly Frank.