Sometime when I was in high school, my family (mom/dad/2-years-younger sister) took a trip to Cape Cod. At the tip of the cape is a town called Provincetown (or Ptown) which apparently is known as the"'best gay resort town."
My (conservative) parents decided to take a day drip to Ptown to look around/go shopping/etc. because it was supposed to be a cute little town with crafts, antiques, art, etc. My dad started seeing a bunch of signs for "men's night" at the local club with pictures of half naked men draped all over each other. At this point he refused to go into any stores. Sister and I went shopping with mom while Dad stood outside (and tried to look straight, i guess). We were walking through one store that had a few rooms - the first portion had clothes, souvenirs and craft stuff, and then we walked through the (unmarked) doorway to the next room, which was full of sex toys and S&M supplies. (gigantic double ended dildos, whips, chains, leather bondage gear, etc.) - Mom was like, "oh my..." and hurried up and herded us into the next room, which featured hookahs, bongs, papers, and pipes. We left that store pretty quickly.
Mom apparently makes for a cute lesbian single mom, because at least 3 of the women who owned/worked in different shops hit on her while we were shopping. She had to keep saying, "sorry, my husband is waiting outside."