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My girlfriend and I live right next to a shopping centre. The public toilets are on the second floor, and owing to their relative seclusion (you have to walk down a long hallway, at least a hundred metres from the nearest shop) are a popular spot for gay men to meet up for dogging/cottaging. They're generally used not by out-and-proud types, but by closeted gay men with wives and children who wouldn't be caught dead setting foot in a gay bar. Standard procedure is for these men to find an empty cubicle, open Grindr, and camp until a willing participant makes themselves available.
When I mentioned this to my girlfriend, she was appalled. It never ceases to fascinate me, the kinds of behaviours that are seen as perfectly normal within the gay community, and what straight people think of them when confronted with them. The gulf between the sanitised "love is love" omg yass queen slaaay portrayal of the gay community, and the gritty reality (of rough sex in public toilets between two men who met each other all of two minutes ago, literally don't know each other's names, at least one of whom presents himself as straight and has a wife and children) is almost incomprehensibly vast.
I experimented with Grindr many years ago and was invited to a toilet cubicle in this shopping centre by an Irishman in his forties, who I can only assume had a wife and children. I decided I'd rather be sodomised for the first time by a handsome Brazilian in an actual bed in an apartment.
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