This was my first experience of cottaging – in the States they call it the 'tearoom trade' – the act of procuring or having sex in a public toilet.įrom then on, I looked for sex in toilets whenever I could. I would be lying if I said I didn't know these things happened: I'd loitered looking at the graffiti and explicit scrawlings. The spring in my step as I walked home wasn't because of academic success.
