The dark blue door was marked with a plastic male symbol onto which someone had drawn a set of cartoon genitals. The contrast between the few failed attempts I'd made to bring girls back to my university lodgings with some of the rather more successful nights I'd spent with other boys kind had of made that fact obvious. I think, by then, I was getting pretty comfortable about the fact I'm gay.
It was early summer and I was back in Glasgow, back at home with my parents, from university. The first time I went in there I was twenty. Right at the back, hidden by the side of a kiosk full of rows of mobile phone covers, there's a men's toilet. There's this little market in Glasgow full of stalls selling cheap leather shoes, fake Reebok sportswear and bright yellow glittering jewellery.
