flavorpill:

On Independence Day this year, Frank Ocean published a beautiful open letter to the Internet. In it, he claimed allegiance to no sexual orientation and eschewed labels, instead wanting to tell readers about a man he fell desperately in love with, the same man who broke his heart. To be able to pair such candor with a body of work that can sometimes be obtuse and abstract is a luxury we rarely get from our favorite pop stars, and perhaps this is why Ocean’s open letter plucked our heartstrings in such a way that the message resonated long after we stepped away from the computer. To call it a “coming out” would be to diminish the grandeur of such a missive; it would insist that Ocean had been leading a lie of a life before clickingPUBLISHon that fateful Tumblr post. That he published the letter on Independence Day resonates in a few different ways: He was free not only of the constraints of a heteronormative hip-hop culture, but those of an increasingly aggressive LGBT-driven pop culture as well. As liberations go, it — like his own music — was poetic.

Is Frank Ocean destined to become a “queer musician”?