I didn’t post anything about this earlier because I’m personally disappointed. I think he should’ve kept his business his business. Who cares if you’re gay. Be gay. But it’s like he forced his shit on us. Here’s how he came out:

4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Every day almost, and on the day we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless.

And just for this situation, I think I have the perfect song: