Homo-révélation: Frank Ocean [OFWGFTA] sort du placard

4 Juillet 2012 / par

Chez 10kilos, nous couvrons de manière extensive depuis nos débuts la percée de la perspective homosexuelle dans la culture rap. Outil de communication et de laminage culturel par excellence du 21e siècle, le rap est un monde, à l’image de nos sociétés, diversifié en opinions, points de vue, et plein de paradoxes. Si les stéréotypes de machisme et d’homophobie demeurent collés au genre pour les néophytes et les court d’esprit, nous sommes de nombreux observateurs à réaliser que le rap est sur le point d’un changement de paradigme. De la même manière qu’Eminem a ouvert des portes en devenant «le premier rappeur blanc» crédible, plusieurs signes pointaient vers l’arrivée du premier rappeur gai.

-Il y a une scène de rap lesbien/ambigu relativement bien établie.

-Le discours homophobe est de plus en plus pointé du doigt dans la scène (ici au Québec, notamment dans le battle rap).

-La montée d’artistes crédibles, solides, populaires, n’utilisant pas la testostérone comme arme de vente et de crédibilisation (Kanye West, Drake, The Weeknd, etc.)

-L’endossement du mariage gai par Barack Obama.

Nous avions parlé précédemment de Le1f, un artiste proéminent de la scène «queer rap» de Brooklyn, qui a eu bonne presse par Pitchfork et Fader (lien dans le post de Le1f).

Tout ça m’avait fait écrire la prochaine prédiction: le premier artiste rap/rnb proéminent qui allait sortir du placard allait devenir une icône de la musique contemporaine. Frank Ocean, associé au crew Odd Future (que les ignorants ont traîné dans la boue pour leur supposé homophobie) et qui a entre autre travaillé avec Jay-Z et Kanye West sur Watch The Throne, a pointé aujourd’hui assez clairement que son premier amour était au «il».

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 screamed at my creator. Screamed at 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 spent 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. I imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima. The same care I packed up with bags and 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 feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now imagine 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 always successful.

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 for 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 how 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. These 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. Like it…as much as I do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I could ever 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.

 Quelques minutes avant de publier cette lettre écrite en 2007, il publiait ceci sur tumblr (apprécions la référence à Lil’ B, lui-même un paratonnerre de l’homophobie noire américaine):

Sans surprise, la «nouvelle» a fait le tour de la presse musicale généraliste et spécialisée. Le moment du coming out est bien choisi: Channel Orange, son premier album «payant» sortira le 17 juillet. Ça en fera peut-être douter sur l’honnêteté de la lettre d’Ocean. En même temps, cette sortie publique a été provoquée par des commentaires de journalistes ayant entendu l’album, où l’artiste pointait vers sa bisexualité. Il aurait été particulièrement mal avisé de ne pas profiter de ce coup d’éclat pour son propre bénéfice.

Les ondulations de ce pavé jeté dans la mare seront intéressantes à surveiller. Les fans de Dr Dre n’ont pas été tous d’accord avec le «co-sign» d’Eminem au début. Mais il n’y a rien comme le succès populaire pour faire taire les mauvaises langues et le talent pour changer les perceptions. Je souhaite ardemment que Channel Orange soit aussi bon qu’on le dise. Et qu’Ocean continue sur sa lancée impressionnante. Et que tous ses fans utilisent cette opportunité pour ridiculiser les ignares.

Je conclurai avec une autre prédiction: nos enfants regarderont la lutte contre l’homophobie de la même manière que nous jugeons aujourd’hui les ségrégationnistes du siècle passé. Il incombe à chacun de choisir aujourd’hui comment sa descendance le jugera plus tard.

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