Chris Brown Refuses To Give Frank Ocean A Standing ovation At The Grammys!
At the Grammy Awards on Sunday when Frank Ocean went up on stage to collect his award all of the crown stood on their feet to clap the singer all apart from Chris Brown!
As you can see in the photo above Chris is the only one sitting down and he clearly does not look happy that Frank won over him.
It was only two weeks ago when brown and Ocean had a fight in a car park on a boozy night out but it looks like Chris will not let it go.
Have a look at Chris in the white in the photo above.
Frank Ocean Is NOT Going To Press Charges Against Chris Brown!!
After Chris Brown and Frank Ocean had a fight last week it has been reported that Frank is not going to press charges against Brown.
Chris posted the following statement on his Tumblr:
“As a child I thought if someone jumped me. it would result in me murdering or mutilating a man. But as a man I am not a killer. I’m an artist and a modern person. I’ll choose sanity. No criminal charges. No civil lawsuit. Forgiveness, albeit difficult, is wisdom. Peace, albeit trite, is what I want in my short life. Peace.”
Chris Brown Gives HATEFUL Slur At Frank Ocean!
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.
Frank Ocean Comes Out!
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.
-Frank
