Ricky Martin on being gay

[justaguy]

He has class. http://www.celestrellas.com/2010/11/03/ricky-martin-oprah-today-show/?icid=maing%7Cmain5%7C2%7Clink2%7C23296

[JackTwist]

good for Ricky, i'm glad he's finally comfortable in his own skin and at peace with himself. Thanks justaguy--i enjoyed reading the posted article and watching the clip.

[leigh.bess.toad]

You know, I'd never been a huge Ricky Martin fan. But I'm in love now. With him. As a person. When he talked about breaking down right after he came out, I was damn near in tears too. How many of us have been in exactly the same place? The first time you say the words "I AM GAY" or "I am a gay man", the weight of the world is off of your shoulders. I felt exactly the same way. I was petrified, panic stricken, but it had to be done.

 

And I'm in love. You are now reading the posting of Ricky Martin's #1 fan.

 

A new favorite to go with my love for Neil Patrick Harris. And he's going to be a dad too. To twins. Coincidence?

[leigh.bess.toad]

And for NPH fans:

 

http://www.fuckyeahneilpatrickharris.com/

 

Check out the video on page 5. It's a blast.

[Guest DuchessIvanaKizznhugg]

A prime example of "It gets better"

I'm so happy for him, and suspect his impact as a loving human will dwarf the accomplishments he's had as an entertainer.

[CowboyUp]

Ricky's a sexy daddy and his twin boys are adorable. Wish him and his new family the best.

 

 

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[wayout]

I watched him on Oprah and thought he did an outstanding job of expressing his journey of self discovery and everything he went through. Sounds like he has very amazing parents but I can not imagine the pressures he was under to keep in the closet.

 

One thing that I did not quite understand was how he is so adamant that he is gay but he openly admits that he has had strong feelings for and sexual chemistry with women.

[Racketjock]

I've loved the guy for a long time and happy he is comfortable with who he is and committed to being a great, out, proud, father and role model to his kids. We need more of them.

[orbital sander]

These sexuality analysis shows seem so sad to me. He made his position clear, why must all aspects be put under a microscope on television? I personally felt very bad for him as he appeared very nervous. Some parts of life do not need to be examined on television in front of all (gay or straight)...but unfortunately this has become the "norm".

[instudiocity]

Some parts of life do not need to be examined on television in front of all (gay or straight)...but unfortunately this has become the "norm".

Marketing - the show, the commercials - and Ricky himself doing a 'exposé' commercial about himself so he can remain in the limelight and sell his products. It's all about the money...

[+ Axiom2001]

I watched him on Oprah and thought he did an outstanding job of expressing his journey of self discovery and everything he went through. Sounds like he has very amazing parents but I can not imagine the pressures he was under to keep in the closet.

 

One thing that I did not quite understand was how he is so adamant that he is gay but he openly admits that he has had strong feelings for and sexual chemistry with women.

 

Yes, I watched with much interest and support. He did a stellar job. The next day he was on the "Today Show." Strangely, Meridith asked similar questions as Ms. Winfrey. I wondered if she plagarized? Those questions were far too similar....

 

I applaud Ricky and empathize with him. He should make a great parent! <I've already bought his book for a friend and plan to buy another copy for myself.>

[JT Brooklyn]

It's also in the Timing of When and Where at what point in a Very Successful Career is The Time TO COME OUT!

 

It wasn't exactly a "momentous shock" to alot of people. It's not like he should have waited til he was 70 like some Male Celebrities have mainly to Sell a Book...

[Okliehomo]

Touched me.... really.

 

I watched him on "Oprah" and was very moved. Never that into his music, but of course, always thought he was a beautiful man... you all know my fondness for ALL things Latino... and my God, his kids are perfect.... made me even want one...(for a minute) .... but, then I sobered up... no, then, actually, I waddled off the ice box and got another beer... the pup is enough.

 

But seriously, what really touched me was the way that he talked about his Mother and how he told her he was gay... how he was broken hearted over some guy and she just knew and understood and told him it would be okay and that she loved him....

 

Took me back to my Mother's carpeted kitchen (!!) floor circa 1992... February, to be exact.. I am sitting on that crazy brown and yellow carpet, leaning against the kitchen cabinet, all teared up, all torn up, mad as Hell and too in shock to really cry.

 

What had happened was that... well.... after about six years together, my first bf decided he had had enough of me and wanted to move out... he had just graduated from college (that, by the way, I paid for... anyone notice a groundwork for my later behavior?... shut up, if you do)... and guys, I loved this guy. We had the best life, dogs and my parents loved him... he was and still is family... my best friend in the whole world to this very day.

 

To be fair, he wanted to leave because I never really put him first and I did drink a lot and he was the child of an alcoholic father and he was raised Church of Christ... hugely conflicted and sincerely hoped to move away and get a boat and a wife...

 

Well, I was hanging out with this very beautiful girl from work at this time....(too much really... and she and my bf had decided that after he was gone, I would be with her... and I kind of bought into it myself...me? with a woman? How drunk was I???) So, she and I started going out to a gay cowboy (if there is such a thing.. doubt it) bar in OKC... she loved to dance and I loved to drink... and then, my real troubles began...

 

I met this crazy hot cowboy guy..... who just daddied me up and then pursued me like nobody's business.... this guy was obsessed, relentless and because I thought my commitment to my first bf was over, (he was leaving, we're done, right?) I eventually gave in ..... and boys, this guy could fuck, fuck, fuck..... We just fit and neither of us could get enough... and for the first time, he was the one with money..(not that that lasted... a trick of the hand). Polo shirts, cologne, new jeans, paid for every fucking thing.... and jealous as Hell...(and for some fucked up reason, I took that as a compliment.... ah, youth..) because I was still living with first bf and we had a year to go before he graduated so I couldn't ask him to move out....Then first bf found out about the new guy and said that he would move out if I started dating... and I had invested too much and still loved him too much to let that happen, so I pretended to stop and he didn't ask .... I couldn't let him go and yet, I couldn't stop seeing the new guy. I rationalized that we were broken up and that I was protecting him, that my main goal was not to hurt him and to have him graduate.

 

Things got weird(er). I had to call new guy by 10:30 every night. I had to take his phone call at 10:00 every morning at work. Or he freaked the fuck out. One time.... he even called the police (he was an ex cop) and asked them to go to my house and make sure that I was alright.... red sirens in the driveway and a knock at the door and first bf asleep in the house... he called me at my ultra conservative boss's house and I don't mean on my cell phone because they weren't invented yet... and I was there with the girl who I was "dating" as far as my hugely hetero boss knew and she fucking hated cowboy guy and he her.. a crazy year, for sure...

 

That police thing was it for me. I told him, "We are done.." unless you can play by the rules...... don't ever call me at home... and he agreed to it..... but, boys, when we were together, he wore me out... he had to make sure, every Sunday, that I wouldn't want any kind of sex until I saw him again....

 

Well, he finally pushes me to make a choice... and it happened to be the day after my dog died and on the day that his ex wife and mother of his three daughters was getting remarried... come with me today or we're over... I said, I can't.. so, he brought my polo shirts and jeans and met me at the Holiday Inn parking lot and that was that.

 

Until he called me on the very day that first bf moved out...

 

And from then on, I was Cinderella in the last act...... the honeymoon was on... best sex ever..... this guy was so fucking masculine and couldn't get enough..... we never laid down on a flat surface and didn't fuck... we even did it on the stairs... we were crazy hot for each other... no one has ever made me feel passion like that..

 

Then less than a month later, first bf wants to move back... no wife, no boat, all gay, so sorry..

 

Love them both.. what to do? Crazy months ensue... me trying to please them both.... make everybody happy.. not hurt anyone... how do you think that worked out?

 

So, in that vein, I tell cowboy guy that I just want to be friends... take a break... everybody just relax.. I suggest that he take first bf out to the bar and teach him to dance..... meet new people, make friends.

 

Well, of course, they fuck that very night.... and I learn about it a week a later from my sister. Who's sorry now?

 

Me.

 

That's what lands me on my Mother's crappy 70's kitchen carpet...on the night that I found out because I couldn't stay at my house, had to get away from them both..

 

And she says to me, "Did Dumb and Dumber have a thing?" (not there real names, but kind of...)

 

I say, "Do you know what you are asking me?".... because in spite of all the dress up, the Barbies, the no sports, the Ranger Dan magazine in the attic, she had never for one minute even hinted that she knew... and she very calmly, cigarette in hand, says, "I sure do..." So, I told her. All of it. No judgement. Didn't bat an eye. That was my Mother. Classy and on my side and always there for me..

 

That night, at least.

 

She had a lot to say other times.... never held her tongue with me. God bless her.

 

For example.

 

When cowboy guy (who I eventually took back.... for 8 very dramatic and draining years) turned out to be a loser and a cheat.. she said:

 

"If you could have kept your pants on for 5 minutes, this would never have happened..." Couldn't argue with that. The woman had a point.

 

"Are you proud of him? Anywhere except that bar?" ... Nope, I wasn't... even though, now, he is an elected official in this completely redneck, republican, fucked up state... ain't that America?

 

"He's out on the town and you're home writing checks..." Yep, I sure was.. to the tune of about $20 thousand... yet to be repaid by this faith and family man.

 

"You'll never have a penny as long as you're with that worthless son of a bitch." She loved him so.

 

See why I like the company of escorts? It's just a cleaner deal.... usually....

 

But the real point of this long and self indulgent post is that I miss my Mother. She was the smartest, funniest, most sarcastic, and most loyal person I was ever lucky enough to know.

 

Know what I put on her headstone?

 

"The only time I wish you weren't gone...

is once a day, every day, all day long..."

 

And boys, that's the truth.

 

The Biggest Mama's Boy in Oklahoma,

 

Okie

[Guest greatness]

That is a very moving story. Okie...

[MsGuy]

I just woke up from an afternoon nap. I was dreaming about my Mom still being alive. For a few minutes it was disorienting to realize she wasn't still here and never would be. I miss her, not just as my mother but as a friend.

 

But she never was (quite) eccentric enough to carpet the kitchen.

[Guest greatness]

Aww

 

I want a son like you. Kisses and hugs~~~

 

I just woke up from an afternoon nap. I was dreaming about my Mom still being alive. For a few minutes it was disorienting to realize she wasn't still here and never would be. I miss her, not just as my mother but as a friend.

 

But she never was (quite) eccentric enough to carpet the kitchen.

[leigh.bess.toad]

Okie -- a beautifully written and touching story. You really have revealed a lot of yourself for us here with that. And for that, I say thank you!

[Diverdan]

THANK YOU OKIE,

It takes a lot of guts to share your story with us. I appreciate you even more now than I did before, and I hope one day to meet you in person. You are one remarkable guy and I admire you very much.

DD

[Guest greatness]

Diverdan you are so sweet. Kisses and hugs~~~

[leigh.bess.toad]

I appreciate you even more now than I did before, and I hope one day to meet you in person.

 

As I said earlier, I do apppreciate the guts for Okie to share his story. But as for you my friend, let's be honest: You don't just want to meet him, you want to be featured in one of his films. Tell the truth. Confession is good for the soul. :)

[Muscle Lover 2]

Back to the subject of the post, I have not watched the Oprah interview yet but have it on DVR. I loved Ricky Martin from the first time he shook those bon-bons on national television as an adult (not so much the younger twink-ier boy bander). He is so handsome and you can just feel the vulnerability in him every time he performs. I, too, am glad that he is comfortable enough with himself now to come out and to share how happy he is with his new family.

[Diverdan]

OH MY LEE... would that I would have the attributes to be featured in one of his films...I'm glad you have that fantasy about me, but guess now I will never be able to meet you. You might have a heart attack.... LOL... but, to be very honest, I would love to be a "fly on the wall" when Okie is filming some of our georgeous breathren...but then, I might have a heart attack! Well, I guess we can all "dream on...."