We don’t want to start off your Friday with this drama, but we have to share this news with you because it truly is fucked up. Filed under “People Who Are Homophobic and Greedy Pieces of Shit,” Frank Ocean’s dad is suing him for $14.5 million in damages.
According to TMZ, Frank Ocean is being sued by his father who says his son smeared his good name by claiming he was a bigot. His good name? We didn’t even know his name until today!
If you don’t either, his name is Calvin Cooksey. We’d never heard of him either! Cooksey filed his defamation lawsuit over a Tumblr post that Ocean wrote last summer in the wake of the Orlando massacre.
Frank wrote, “I was 6 years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out of a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty.”
Cooksey says the story is fake and it has damaged his financial opportunities in film and music. What are these opportunities? Producing a Kim Burrell song?
There were quite a lot of details in Ocean’s story, so we’re believing our main man Ocean here. Ocean hates the spotlight, so it should be interesting to see what his next move is. Maybe another Tumblr post? Or do you think he will just settle it all out of court to avoid the headlines? We hope he fights it, as it really seems to us like this nobody Cooksey is being a major piece of shit.
This isn’t the first time Cooksey’s money grabbing hands found him in a court room.
Cooksey also sued Russell Simmons in 2014 for claiming he was a deadbeat dad. That lawsuit was for $142 million.
If suing your son for $14.5 million dollars after telling his story isn’t an example of being a deadbeat dad, we don’t know what is.
Here is Frank Ocean’s Tumblr post in full:
I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?