I think Anderson Cooper is fine as hell.
I love a good brain, with my good looks.
He could teach me something,
and I wouldn’t want to vomit in my mouth by his sight.
Well, Anderson has something he wants to tell you….
Recently, however, I’ve begun to consider whether the unintended outcomes of maintaining my privacy outweigh personal and professional principle. It’s become clear to me that by remaining silent on certain aspects of my personal life for so long, I have given some the mistaken impression that I am trying to hide something – something that makes me uncomfortable, ashamed or even afraid. This is distressing because it is simply not true.
I’ve also been reminded recently that while as a society we are moving toward greater inclusion and equality for all people, the tide of history only advances when people make themselves fully visible. There continue to be far too many incidences of bullying of young people, as well as discrimination and violence against people of all ages, based on their sexual orientation, and I believe there is value in making clear where I stand.
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.
I’ve seen Anderson with a couple of his boy toys riding throughout the city.
The black Wolf/Fox/Hybrid he use to mess with at one point was FINE.
I love how he kept his business to himself, even when people were speculating.
He was the true meaning of discreet.
In, out, or discreet: you do you and do it your standards.
As long as you aren’t harming anyone, or yourself.
Anderson taught me that.