As I apprehensively stepped into the club – host to the queer party that welcomes “individuality, kink, sex positivity, love and kindness”, I saw an array of queer bodies in leather, lingerie and latex. I love being naked. I always have, and I revelled in the collective experience of semi-nudity. Folks of all genders and sexual expressions began to fill the dancefloor and a freeing energy pulsed around the bouncing room that refused to bow to social convention.
Downstairs, the party didn’t feel too dissimilar to a normal club night, except for the outfits and the refreshingly accelerated pace by which lesbians transitioned from flirting to kissing. Upstairs were the play rooms. After some time settling in, me and my girlfriend ventured up. What I encountered felt revolutionary. Room after room of sweaty, entwined queer
