So after years of speculation, Barbara Walters acting like a total bitch, and enough "Livin' La Vida Homo" jokes to make even Carlos Mencia cringe visibly, Ricky Martin came out yesterday as a gay man. Not that I'm totally not happy that he did or anything, but isn't National Redundancy Day of Redundancy next week?

If someone asked me today, "Ricky, what are you afraid of?" I would answer "the blood that runs through the streets of countries at war...child slavery, terrorism...the cynicism of some people in positions of power, the misinterpretation of faith." But fear of my truth? Not at all!  On the contrary, It fills me with strength and courage.

I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man. I am very blessed to be who I am. (Source)

On the one hand, it's nice to see someone come out on their own terms and say that they're proud to be who they are, but on the other hand, I've been waiting ten (TEN!) goddamn years to whip out some "Ricky Martin is gay!" jokes. They should rename it "He Bangs"! No wonder there are five different gay porn stars named "Ricky Martinez"! Something tells me he wants a man in his Bon-Bon! Alright, sorry about that. Consider that payment for making me wait so damn long, Ricky.