And if 'nobody loves you when you're 23', one can't imagine how they feel two years later. I'll never be a tennis pro, model or pop star - those windows of opportunity have shut. My natural impatience means I feel it more acutely the clock ticking constantly down and life's options ever thinning. No matter your stripes, being in your 20s is an agonising procession of self-doubt, existential crises and regret. Indeed, gay death cuts to the fear of ageing that festers somewhere in all of us.
