written by the telegraph
Ricky Martin is a gay man who has spent much of his adult life in the arms of the opposite sex, sang lustily at them (including the soul-cringing She Bangs), and fathered two ruddy boys (with a surrogate mother) to boot. Mr Martin is in august company. Even André Gide and Oscar Wilde happened to do some of the things that the decidedly hunky Latin American popstar did to puff up his image as a lascivious ladies’ man. But alas, an eager interest in women, boosted by suitably macho pep talk in public, cannot save one from oneself.
