I went to a sex party with my partner
tickets at the door. You would be forgiven for thinking I was patiently waiting for entry to your regular, everyday night club, unless the time gave me away.Except, Crossbreed isn’t your normal nightclub.
It’s a queer space, a rave, and a sex party in Hackney Wick, East London. And I’m going for the first time.My partner and I had been planning this for a while.
We simply wanted to see what it was like; to see if we enjoyed it; to talk to the other attendees. In the snaking queue, everybody is dressed in long coats reaching their ankles.
You can see stockings and the occasional flash of metal poking out. My partner and I have gone for a classic mix of fishnet, mesh, and leather.I point out someone holding a bulging Sainsbury’s bag to my partner: ‘What do you reckon is in there then?’ He shrugs: ‘Here?
