My friends, I have some unfortunate news. You may have already heard, and I'm sure you're as devastated as I.
Lance Bass has come out of the closet.
That's right, our beloved jewel-eyed, towheaded Southern crooner crush...is gay. Always has been (hah). I'm sure you realize the implications...I do, at least. It means that he'll never make me his one-and-only-special-someone-Mrs.-James-Lance-Bass. That he never would have appreciated the lipstick marks smeared upon his posters, or, had I ever met him, seen the longing and sincerity in my tear-welled eyes. Granted, I was twelve (but love knows no age), and granted, there were millions of screaming girls swarming around him, but he would lock my gaze and hustle off the stage into my prepubescent arms, ceasing to ever know anything but my tender touch.
That dream, I'm afraid, is no more.
Please feel free to leave a fond memory in the comments section.
P.S. In case you missed out, Lance was part of the 90's smash-hit group NSYNC. ::sigh::