THE YEAR THAT: SEX PARTIES WENT MAINSTREAM

As someone who talks endlessly and openly about sex for a living, I had long wanted to attend a sex party. And this year there was something in the air that made it feel like the perfect time to experience one.

- FLORENCE BARK

One Sunday around a month ago, I took off my casual wear and put on some fishnets, a tiny thong and a very see-through mesh top. With a couple of friends in tow, I arrived at Crossbreed, a queer sex party based in Hackney Wick, at around 5pm. The entrance was tucked away behind black tarpaulin-covered fences, next to some bars and a brewery whose oblivious patrons were tucking into drinks and food. As I stepped inside the venue after a rigorous vetting process, my senses were completely flooded by the sight of half-naked bodies clad in leather, latex, PVC, lingerie, you name it - if it was sexy, people were wearing it. I was instantly exhilarated by the atmosphere of freedom. My evening was spent getting to know new people, dancing to techno and, of course, having good sex. Doing so in this space enabled me to safely explore corners of my sexuality I hadn't before and, most of all, to be freaky and free.