I was married and had two kids, and one on the way. We were vacationing at Atlantic Beach NC, where I had been raised close by. Anyway, we went to a beach, changed into bathing suits, but a bad storm came up suddenly, so we went to the shower and changing room, me on the men side and my wife and girls on the womens. When I changed into my bathing suit there was no one in there, but when the storm came up it was full of naked marines from Cherry Point, oh my GOD! I was like in heaven, what hot shaped, chizzled, gorgeous men. I looked and looked, they were everywhere, naked and proud. Well of course I popped out, right there, me naked and supporting a boner. I ran quickly to put on my clothes, absolutely mortified. This is a true event in my life. If I embellished I would o on to say that we had a wild sex event but sorrowfully, no. I always knew I was gay, but I was born in the 50's, gay was not accepted at all, so I played the part and ruined a girls (my ex) life and my kids, I love them and they love me, but there surely has to be some shame. I think in order to stop this, we have to accept homosexuality, otherwise, men will have to try to play str8 and marry and ruin lives. Oh well thats my take on it.