
As tender, and loveable, and loving, and momentarily harrowing if thoroughly heartfelt as Frank Ocean's TextEdit splurging of soul may be deemed (it subjectively appeared a rather damning indictment of our modern-day modus vivendi that such honest human emotion be conveyed digitally) it'd not only be lamentable were his coming out to coincide with the release of channel ORANGE the most widely reviewed outcome of this, the début but moreover deplorable on our behalf were we to fine-tooth through the ins and outs of the young man's sexuality. For if this [...]