...Nobody asked for it, but here's my tuppence ha'penny worth anyway.....
Back in the 70's -80's- in Liverpool ( probably even earlier...) there was a gentlemens "public convenience", built underground ( if that's not a paradox in itself...) in Victoria street ( Now, incidentally, the main "Hub" of Gay clubbing in Liverpool( along with Stanley street)...Hmmm...)
The toilet was always frequented by shadowy Men, day and Night, who just stood there...pretending to "Pee"... ( I know this, because I had occasion to use the toilets myself on a few occasions, for the ACTUAL reasons they were built...Honestly!!( Stop sniggering at the back!!!).
I think the main reason the toilets became a "Cottage"/Meeting place was because it/the toilets were outside a Pub called The Lisbon, which was about the only "Gay" friendly bar in the city centre at the time, but still used/frequented by "Gay-Bashers" or hard men looking for Victims/people to "Blackmail".....( ...Hmmmm again....).
The Council eventually Closed the toilets down, for some obscure reason, (...though possibly due to the Aids paranoia that was swamping the UK in the 80's...)and somebody actually went to the trouble of having a Wreath Made, with R.I.P on it, and placed it on the site where the Entrance used to be....
I cannot myself, ever understand why Cottaging still persists, as it is so much easier, I suppose , to just say hello to someone in a Bar nowadays, than to stand in desperate hope of a cheap and tawdry fumble in a Piss-stinking toilet...(... and then off to the nearest G.U.M. clinic for an "All clear"). But, I suppose, That sense of "Danger"/Naughtiness is still attractive to some...George Michael, for example....though why he just doesn't hire a fecking chauffer, to drive him to his "Trysts" is beyond me...
I Don't know a lot about "Dogging", but the Local park has an area which seems to be "Set aside" at night for such Goings-on....But The only Dogging I do there is walking my Likkle Millie-Mutt.....
( PS, Dunno if it is actually "Dogging", but my local pub has a "Disabled" toilet, and quite a few able-bodied lads go in there with equally able-bodied ladies quite regularly....Funnily enough, If you wer eto be actually Disabled,you would have to leave your wheelchair to stand upright to actually squeeze through the stupidly small gap ( Past the pool Table) that leads to actual access to the door anyway....another hmmmmm...
happy cottaging!!!
Watch out for the "Pretty police"!!!!
And sorry actually, for all the above "actuallys"!!!...... hmmmmm.....