Odd Future’s Frank Ocean is declaring his sexual freedom on Independence Day. The R&B singer-songwriter took to his Tumblr account early Wednesday morning to go public with his sexual orientation. Ocean, who has written songs for Jay-Z, Kanye West, Beyonce, Justin Bieber and others, details how a summer romance with another man changed his life four years ago. The 24-year-old singer also wrote about his struggle with his sexual identity noting that he’s spent the past several years screaming at his creator for some explanation. He also shared some uncertainty about his future, saying:
“I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alrite. I don’t have any secrets I need to keep anymore. I feel like a free man.”
Ocean’s solo debut, “Channel Orange,” arrives in stores on July 17th.
It’s a watershed moment in the world of hip-hop, which has long been accused of being hostile toward homosexuality. But Ocean is already getting support from his peers. His Odd Future bandmate Tyler the Creator tweeted that he was proud of Ocean and hip-hop mogul Russell Simmons wrote a statement of support on his Global Grind website, saying he was “profoundly moved” by Ocean’s courage and honesty. Chely Wright, the first gay country singer to come out of the closet, told TMZ she was moved to tears when she read about Ocean’s declaration. She said, “I can’t think of a better way for Frank to celebrate Independence Day. It’s spectacular.”
The homies over at MediaTakeOut report, – Â that word on the street is the lover he’s talking about Â in his music and in the article below is rapper Kanye West… I would say more but I’m not f*cking up my check, so lets end it at that… LOL
Here’s the statement:
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.
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 find 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. 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 surprise 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 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 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 it felt like it. 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 thought it wasnâ€™t what I hoped for and even thought it was never enough, it was. Some things never are. 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 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.