Stevie Wonder gave an interview to the Guardian where, when when asked about Frank Ocean's recent coming out, he said, "I think honestly, some people who think they're gay, they're confused. People can misconstrue closeness for love. People can feel connected, they bond. I'm not saying all [gay people are confused]. Some people have a desire to be with the same-sex. That's them."

Stevie's right. A lot of gay people are confused. So are a lot of straight people. Seriously, who doesn't have sexuality hangups? We live in a world that breeds confusion and self-loathing in its people. Governments control the legal rights to our sexuality, societies oppress it, communities are ignorant to it, families are conflicted, and that carries over to the schoolyard, casting a sheet of confusion over future generations so that the perpetual circle of division, hate, and all around bullshit can continue to plague and prosper. 

Change isn't possible until people realize that we're complicated. The myriad of sexuality goes far beyond black or white, gay or straight. Which is why, Stevie, when someone risks alienating their fan base and potentially ending their career to be open about their sexuality the way Frank Ocean has, the only appropriate comment to make to the press when asked about it is, "Bra-fucking-vo!" Don't try and limit someone's sexual identity by reducing it to "desire". There's a big difference between the two. 

You know, just in case you were confused. 

Drag divas Bianca Del Rio and Lady Bunny brought "Tan Mom" Patricia Krentcil on stage at New York gay bar XL for a roast outside a tanning bed. Tan Mom was so intoxicated she stumbled, crawled, and rolled a little on the red carpet, and allegedly started a backstage catfight with a drag queen (my money's on Bunny) while making adamant and slurring proclamations that she did not put her child in a tanning bed, thank you very much. She was such a disaster, she eventually got kicked off stage. I'm just sad she didn't sing the Oompa Loompa song as she left. 

Start feeling better about yourself in 5, 4, 3. . .

A New York based artist who goes by the name CN, went to the MSM page of Craigslist to find inspiration. "I replied to ads people had posted to the casual encounters section of Craigslist," the artist said. "I asked if I could photograph them in physical representation of their ads. Some said yes."

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Matthew McConaughey plays a man infected with HIV in the upcoming film The Dallas Buyers Club, and has lost 30lbs for the role. "I'm playing a guy who was sick and who would have loved to have been healthier but wasn't," he said about the part. "For me, it's more of a mental thing than a physical thing. I'll get down to the weight I need to get to. I'm on my way, and it's what I need to do for the job. It's a bit of a spiritual cleanse, a mental cleanse. It takes a while for the body to understand that it has to feed itself and that you're not going to give it something else from the outside."

I admire his dedication to his craft to winning an Academy Award. Seriously, they hand out Oscars faster than condoms in the handicap stall of a gay bar so long as actors torture themselves enough.

One thing's for sure, the role is a big departure from Matthew's usual films:

Raziel Reid as a baby with his mother, Mareena.

If you read this blog often, then you know I'm a big ol' Madonna queen. As a confused and depressed 15-year-old, I tried to kill myself and found Madonna. She really helped shape my sexuality and was the driving force behind my coming out. 

I'm what you might call an "obvious" gay. Everyone, especially my mother, knew I was gay from the time I was old enough to crawl into my sister's closet and put on one of her skirts. Then there's the childhood memory my father likes to share in front of company about the time when I was three years old and he thought he'd lost me. He couldn't find me anywhere in the house or yard. It wasn't long before he caught up with me, halfway down the street, stomping along in a pair of my mother's pumps. 

Despite these, er, signs, I didn't confirm anything about my sexuality to my family until I was 18 years old. Of course, when I was 14 I played the bisexuality card with my friends (who didn't?), and by the time I was 17 most of them knew I had taken the leap into full-fledged homosexuality. I was too insecure to be out in school, although my cover-up and lipgloss were kind of revealing, despite my insistence that I was au-naturel. "I have good genes, asshole."

It took me a while to work up the courage to walk into the kitchen and tell my mom I was gay. I knew she already knew and didn't care. She's always been progressive and accepting. And I guess that was a part of why I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want to tell anyone, because I didn't want to hear them say, "Duh."

I was in my room watching some show on Much More Music about gay musicians, and a switch in my brain flicked on. When they started talking about Madonna and her various rumoured lesbian liaisons and affinity for the gay community, I realized something profound that has shaped my life ever since: being gay is fucking fabulous. The people they talked about on the show, from Madonna to Freddie Mercury to Boy George, were my biggest influences and, in my opinion, some of the coolest people on Earth. It dawned on me then, like a rainbow epiphany -- being gay is cool. Gay people are cool. You might even say the coolest. 

I took a deep breath and without really thinking, going solely on instinct and adrenaline, walked into the kitchen and asked my mother, "Why don't straight people have to come out as straight to their family but gay people have to come out as gay?"

She continued washing a dish and explained that we live in a world where most people are straight, so if you're in the minority that isn't, it's up to you to tell people.

"Well," I said, "you've probably known my whole life, but I'm gay."

She smiled and without missing a beat said, "I have known your whole life and often wondered why you didn't feel you could tell me."

When I went back to my room I asked myself the same thing and realized that my being closeted was really just an example of my shallowness. I didn't care if people thought I was gay. I just cared if people thought I was uncool.

And as clips from Madonna's "Erotica" video flashed on my television screen, I knew once and for all that I had nothing to worry about.