BREAKING NEWS!

So a few days ago the world was flipped on its ass. Complete hell broke loose, and it's all thanks to an announcement made by a green eyed, creamy skinned crooner known as Clay Aiken.

He told People Magazine that he is indeed gay.

For us Claymates, it comes as quick a shock. At first, I was angry. I mean, he lied to us. He sang his way into my life back in 2003, when he finished second on season two of "American Idol," although he should've won!

It was truely amazing to watch his transformation from geeky guy who sings to, well geeky guy who sings. I'd name a few of my favorite songs of his, but it's just so gosh darn hard to choose.

Clay had always denied he was gay, so I believed him. But just now he feels the need to come out of the closet and rock my world? Bullshit. I have nothing against gays, but I missed out on 5 years of masturbatory fantasies because this fuck said he didn't dig dick. Do you know how embarrassing to have your penis in one hand and picture of Justin Guarini in the other? Well actually, given your recent announcement, maybe you do.

I'm just shocked, okay? I had no idea he was gay, especially since he publicly denied it for years. I mean look at him! He's like a singing Humphrey Bogart.

Anyway, Clay has inspired me. I feel as though since he did, so shall I. It's time I unveil a secret of mine, one that I've denied for years in public. This will be difficult for me, so please, try not to laugh.

I'm a blogger.

I know, I hate the term too. It's so derogatory. People ask, "Adaham, you like to write. Do you blog?" I always deny, without so much of a reason other than "just don't."

Being a blogger is embarrassing. Although there are more open bloggers in the public seemingly everyday, and we've grown to be accepted by the general public, there's still something about admitting to being a blogger I can't deal with. Maybe I want my parents to love me. If they knew what I write here every week, they'd kick me out of the house. They wouldn't be able to tell their friends I blog. It just wouldn't happen, and I don't blame them. There's something very not kosher about the whole thing.

But thanks to Clay I feel I have the strength to come out and tell the world, "I like Frogger, I'm a blogger!"

Thanks Clay. I love you.