Apparently Chris Brown got so jealous of all the publicity Chick-Fil-A has been getting, cause he going back to his old homophobic ways!
When asked for his opinion of openly gay hip-hop artist Frank Ocean, Chris replied:
“Man, no homo.”
Since then Frank has aid that being in the closet was like having “boulder on my chest.” Guess Chris doesn’t have sympathy for that kind of pain.
And we hear this isn’t the first time Brown has thrown shade Ocean’s way. Our source says The two men have “exchanged heated Twitter messages,” and sent his cousins to confront him in a parking lot.
One Direction’s Harry Stylesand Louis Tomlinson are fed up with all the gay rumors surrounding the band!
It seems like although all the guys in the group are pretty close, Louis and Harry — or as fans call them, Larry Stylinson — have a specialbond.
Louis recently explained:
“This is a subject that was funny at first but now is actually hard to deal with as I am in a relationship. Me and Harry are best friends, people look into our every move. It is actually affecting the way me and Harry are in public.”
However, it seems Harry isn’t the only fellow bandmate Louis takes a liking to!
The 1D member stated:
“I act the same way with Harry as I do any of the other boys and my childhood friend Stan.”
As 1D fans will know Louis is in a relationship with GF Eleanor Calder, whom he recently showered withgifts for her 20th birthday!
Aww we love 1D we think they are great just ignore the Rumors!!
Songwriter Frank Ocean has came out and said that he is gay!
He posted on Tuesday:
we’re all a bunch of golden million dollar babies. my hope is that the babies born these days will inherit less of the bullshit than we did. anyhow, what i’m about to post is for anyone who cares to read. it was intended to fill the thank you’s section in myalbum credits, but with all the rumors going round.. i figured it’d be good to clarify..
He then went on talking about his sexuality by saying:
Whoever you are, wherever you are..I’m starting to think we’re a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3 I’ve screed at my creator, screamed at the clouds in the sky, for some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to rain like manna somehow. 4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spend 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. I’d hear his conversation and his silence…until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love, it changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager..the ones I played when I experienced a girlfriend for the first time. I realized they were written in a language I did not yet speak. I realized too much, too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima, the same car I packed up with bagsand drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, knowing I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon, it was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feeling for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now image being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasn’t on a cliff, I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t alwayssuccessful.
The dance went on..I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home from another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane. I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at home far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe..sincerely. There are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are..great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alrite. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it..as much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are..and we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother, you raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were first..so thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely..I can hear the sky falling too.
It was today when Ricky Martin, Lance Bass, Neil Patrick Harris among others have proven that in today’s day and age, gay ismore than okay in Hollywood but Anderson Cooper todya has came out and said hes gay.
He spoke directly to The Daily Beast and said:
.. I’ve always believed that who a reporter votes for, what religion they are, who they love, should not be something they have to discuss publicly. As long as a journalist shows fairness and honesty in his or her work, their private life shouldn’t matter. …
Recently, however, I’ve begun to consider whether the unintended outcomes of maintaining my privacy outweigh personal and professional principle…
The fact is, I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.
I have always been very open and honest about this part of my life with my friends, my family, and my colleagues. In a perfect world, I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business, but I do think there is value in standing up and being counted. I’m not an activist, but I am a human being and I don’t give that up by being a journalist.
We are so happy for him and so proud thats something thants not easy to do but its seems like he thought it was the time to tell the world.
Harry Styles has been in all the papers over the last few days for his love for cougars but its looking like hes laying off the cougars.
At the concert in Houston this week Harry locked lips with fellow band mate Niall Horan Live On Stage.
A video taken by an audience member at the concert shows the 18-year-old leaning towards Horan, 18, during their hit What Makes You Beautiful.
Have a look at the video below: