I was alone at the time and in tears, and I decided to come clean - yes, I'm gay, I told them. I realized my biggest fear had come to fruition. One of my friends had been going through my Instagram photos and found one of me with another guy on the back of my motorcycle. My heart pounding, I pulled over to the side of the road. 'Curnick, are you gay? Don't lie to us,' said another. It was the phone in my pocket, buzzing with Instagram messages. I suddenly felt a lot of vibrations and it wasn't a bumpy road. I was on a high, riding my motorcycle back to base after spending the night with a guy I seeing. In April 2015, I was heading back to my quarters at the naval base in Pensacola, Fla.
