Most of the relationships I’d had with men had been just about sex. I was in love with him, but he was taken out of my life. He had managed to keep it from me, but had just been sentenced to eight years for manslaughter. He told me he had been out drinking one night and killed someone while driving.
I had a partner and we were about to move in together. In my early 20s, I lived for three years as an openly gay man. The first time I went to a gay club, it was like I’d found a new home. Slowly, I started to come to terms with my gay identity.