Frank Ocean Shares Emotional Open Letter In Wake Of Orlando Massacare -blogged by @Lexxthatsall

The Internet has been buzzing about the whereabouts of singer Frank Ocean’s highly anticipated sophomore album for months now. While the “Channel Orange” artist is keeping mum about his forthcoming music, he recently addressed the Orlando shooting that took the lives of 49 party-goers at an LGBT nightclub.

In the post, pinned to the blogging site Tumblr, Ocean shares his own experience with how his father treated a transgender waitress, and expressed his disdain for the victims in the recent deadly massacre, while calling critique to the idea of said hate being spread in the name of religion.

“I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating Sharia law,” Ocean began. “I heard its in the name of God,” he continued.

“I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of dead bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us,” he recalled.

“Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist,” Ocean, who is openly gay, penned. ” many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year.”

The 28-year-old shared a number of his own experiences as well as his perspective on the treatment of his LGBT counterparts. Read the entire Tumblr post below to see all that Ocean had to say.

“I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?”