The year is 2011, and in a small, cramped room, a young Turkish man finds his release. His body, lean and taut, moves with a hunger that's almost palpable. He's a solo dancer, lost in his own world, his eyes closed tightly as if to block out the reality of his situation. He's gay, and in his conservative world, this is his only outlet. His hands roam his body, exploring every inch, his touch urgent, demanding. This is his Türk Gay, his lonely dance in the dark.