(The Root) — “I never heard you so much as mention this cat’s name before last week,” my boyfriend interrupted as I heaped piles and piles of Frank Ocean praise and not more potatoes onto his dinner plate. Offended, I paused midsentence — “And you know what else about ‘Bad Religion’ ” — wait, was I a bandwagon hopper? And if so, was there something wrong with that?
Last week I wrote about the rumors swirling around Ocean’s sexuality — sparked by lyrical allusions to unrequited love and a “him” on the singer’s new album, Channel Orange — in a column about whether or not black celebrities should feel a stronger responsibility to make their sexuality a political statement. The next day, Ocean published this on his personal blog:
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 realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless.
In a fearless open letter that read like a page from his diary and not a PR statement, Ocean laid all his burdens down for the rest of the world to dissect as it pleased. For his part, Ocean had done his job. He had nothing more to say on the matter. But he didn’t need to. If you write it, they will come.
“After reading his letter, I know that I felt more connected to his music,” said my friend, poet and mental-health advocate Bassey Ikpi. “I was always a fan, but rather than just thinking he somehow knew how to interpret my angst and longing because he was a good writer, I realized that he was able to do all of that because he felt it, too.”
As journalist Dream Hampton wrote on Jay-Z’s Life + Times website, Ocean is not an “activist”; he’s a kid who got his heart broken. Like so many other kids. And perhaps that’s why so many of us former kids are so smitten with him now. In revealing what marked him as different, the singer became almost instantly universal, where before he was underground.
Earlier this month, I was only vaguely familiar with Ocean. “That kid who kills it on ‘Made in America’?” was as much of his discography as I could confirm. Maybe he was related to Billy in some way? Not until I researched “gay,” “rumors” and “black” did Ocean’s name pop up again. Reviews in the United Kingdom of Channel Orange frequently mentioned the singer’s bold use of the male pronoun as the subject of a love song, and immediately U.S. media outlets jumped on the news.
My first real introduction to Ocean came amid rumor and innuendo. Once he squashed it all, I decided to really hear what this 24-year-old had to say.
So I listened to “Novacane,” the first single from his 2011 mixtape, Nostalgia, Ultra, as a novice and thought, “OK, cool.” Next up was the deceptively low-key “We All Try,” on which Ocean sings, “I believe that marriage isn’t between a man and woman but between love and love.”