Marc Jacobs: Sometimes Enjoys Sex Non-Shocker

‘Yup. I’m gay. Sometimes I enjoy sex. Sometimes! #stillonlyhuman #callmemarc #yourstotry…maybe.’

Marc Jacobs' Instagram.

Posted after reports online such as; 'the single designer hosted an orgy over the weekend with up to 10 people, whom he invited via Grindr.'

Marc also posted; 'If you were a real writer and not the parasite feeding off of the successes and failures of others I wouldn’t bother writing my thoughts here. I do feel sorry for you. Please know you are in my prayers. I hope you will someday find something, somewhere that gives you pleasure…and not at another’s expense. Should that moment happen for you, please don’t thank me. I only wish the best for everyone. Even you. Sincerely and disrespectfully, Marc (Jacobs). #lethimwhoiswithoutsincastthefirststone #youwannacomeforme'

Funny, even most Mail Online readers think this is no biggy.

Of course, the nuns and nerds who write for the gay media queued up to say they thought MJ's response was SPECTACULAR, INCREDIBLE, PRETTY EPIC, HILARIOUS!!! etc.

Even though this is about one of those ('alleged') chemsex parties they're usually demonising and shaming.

Irony, stupidity or hypocrisy?

I'll let you, dear reader, decide. 

Daily Telegraph: Rich Homosexual Goes To Beach

"When you're a maverick fashion designer on the scale of Marc Jacobs (as well as two eponymous fashion lines under his belt he also heads up the creative direction of Louis Vuitton), hitting the beach is not just any old activity: it's your very own catwalk.
"With itsy-bitsy shorts a staple of Jacobs's beach attire - perfect for flaunting his tight and toned gym-honed physique and colourful collection of tattoos - the designer has been putting our faded BHS beach towels and cheap raffia bags to shame.
"Rocking up for a day's frolicking on the Caribbean island of St Barts, Jacobs was seen with his ex-fiancé Lorenzo Martone (awkard? Apparently not) and a roomy, black Hermès Birkin bag stuffed with Stephen Sprouse for Louis Vuitton beach towels..."

The Daily Telegraph.

Please kill me.