At this point I just feel like I'm documenting the revolution. I don't have anything to add like this except that in my childhood, this was an unimaginable story. I'm trying to imagine, say, someone from Bell Biv Devoe being openly gay detailing a love affair with another man. I just can't see it:

Ocean wrote: "4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide." 

Ocean concludes the post: "I don't have any secrets I need to keep anymore. ... I feel like a free man. If I listen closely. I can hear the sky falling too."

You can read the original here. Viva la revolucion.