Mister Cee Tells All (Kinda) In GQ About His Male Prostitute Solicitation Saga — "I Drowned Myself In Fanta Orange Soda….And I’m NOT Gay!"

Calvin Lebrun, aka Mister Cee of Hot 97, is back in the media thanks to his newest feature with GQ magazine.  Check out the shocking quotes Cee had to say about his prostitution related arrests, how orange soda almost killed him, and why he still maintains he is not a gay man….

While he still is searching for those appropriate terms for men dressed as women and fellatio…Mister Cee is still trying to convince the world that even though he had sex with male prostitutes, and went to jail for the prostitution solicitation, he is not gay.

After he resigned for less than a day this past September after his LATEST run-in with prostitution solicitation, Mister Cee has been back on the air.  He’s back to his mostly normal routine, and it seems his on-air expose with program director Ebro Darden didn’t do much for Cee’s delusion.

Cee and his solicitation were exposed by a drag queen named Bimbo Winehouse via Youtube video.  And Cee refused to admit that he attempted to have sex with another man.

And now, in the new issue of GQ magazine, we’re getting even more insight into Cee’s detrimental sex addiction and how he views himself.  This includes dude’s belief that it’s orange soda…not male prostitution or crazy amounts of sex with crazy amounts of women…that has caused his downfall.

Here’s an excerpt about how his sexual addiction started and where his distrust of women originated (thanks to his girlfriend not trusting him due to his whore-ish ways):

On the Kane tours, he says, he was “fucking everything in sight.” The whole time he had a steady girlfriend, too. Once, he says, coming off tour, he gave her gonorrhea. “It was the most horrible thing I ever did to a woman in my life,” Cee says. She called him last year, after Cee had a run-in with the guy she was dating, just to tell him off again. “I mean, cursed me out, just called me all types of faggots and homos.”

And then there was one last great love, who didn’t trust him and so broke his heart. This was around 2000. She became suspicious about what he did when she wasn’t around, and she started calling other women in Cee’s life—friends, co-workers, whomever—to vent her suspicions: “She was the last woman that I could really, fully, 200 percent trust. After me and her broke up, it just got harder for me to trust women.” It wasn’t misogyny, exactly—or maybe it was. Either way, it was the end of any real intimacy in Cee’s life.

He was in strip clubs a lot, he says, at the end of that relationship. “And I started tricking in the strip clubs. I don’t know if you know what tricking is—you’re taking [the girls] out the club”—literally right outside the club—“and you’re having sex with them.” He’d do it in places where he wasn’t liable to be recognized, usually spots around downtown Manhattan “where white guys was going,” he says.

An excerpt on how his sexual relations with males (transsexuals/drag queens/etc.) began, and why it wasn’t just a long-held fantasy:

He never really asked himself why he was doing it and still can’t entirely explain why he was drawn to this specific, highly particular thing. This conversation we’re having right now, over shrimp and fried rice, is only the second or third time he’s ever actually tried to put it into words. Certainly it’s the first time he’s told the story to a reporter. “The best way I can explain it is that I was so knee-deep into doing it that it became a part of me,” he says.

“It’s also the rush of: Get horny, A and B—you know, one plus one equals two. You get horny, go out, go get your shit off. It became a part of my routine. Even though I was fearful, there was a part of me that felt invincible, too.”

On how he couldn’t handle the fall-out from being caught and put on blast for soliciting male prostitutes:

The day the article came out, Cee says, he felt like an actual dead person. “Literally dead, in the casket, in the coffin.” In his mind, a whole funeral scene unfolded: who came and didn’t come, who was mourning, who was laughing from the back of the pews.

He slept a lot after that, he says. Drank so much soda he almost lost his sight. “I would buy two-liter Fanta Orange, two-liter Sprite, two-liter root beer—and I live by myself—just guzzling them. That’s how I was getting through my pain, fucking going to sleep and drinking soda. And I’m not even a soda drinker. I drunk so much soda to the point where my diabetes—my sugar level went so high, I started getting blind.”

When asked point blank if he is gay–after three arrests involving male prostitutes and videos (that he admits to):

“Absolutely not. And it’s nothing—it’s no offense to transgender women, but I only get with transgender women for one thing and one thing only, and that’s for oral sex. Like I said: I never had sex with a man. I never had sex with a transgender woman.”

Seems like he’s still splitting hair with definitions of sex and gender.  But that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.

Check out the full article HERE where he talks about making amends with his loved ones, lying to his therapists, and more.

Photos: GQ

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