I made a mistake. As an open bisexual woman, I immediately gushed at the assumed fact that our gifted Frank Ocean was mirroring my identity. His letter, beautifully written and framed in audacity, made my emotions shoot to the chandeliers of heaven. And as you can guess, my ass went ham on Twitter. Every twelve seconds, I was aiming a barrel of exclamation points at a new “Frank Ocean Is Bisexual” news headline, while scowling at the inaccuracy of every “Frank Ocean is Gay” headline.
And then MTV’s Rob Markman (@RobMarkman) tweeted: “Frank Ocean didn’t declare that he was Gay or Bisexual. He wrote of a relationship with a man. Please report responsibly.
Markman’s statement reminded me that it’s more than possible for sexuality to run just as fluid as my Twitter stream. However, we accept this more easily when it comes to those humans swelled with estrogen. If two women want to savor each other’s tongues because the moment feels right—there’s no query, no liability, no box (no pun). Many a times we wouldn’t even believe that an attractive gal was capable of becoming—and remaining—a lesbian. Yet when it comes to fellas, there’s an undeniable, ideological discomfort in letting him roam through the valley of grayness.