I left Roscommon when I was 18, six years after I first realised I was gay. Two years later I came out. I saw Dublin as an escape, a place where I could finally be myself.
I was standing with a group of men in an old job and had just had my photo taken. One of the men made a joke about the photo and said I could use it as my Tinder profile picture if I wanted to. "Better not be Grindr!" one of the other men said. Everyone had a good laugh. I tried my best not to look perturbed and tried to laugh along too.