Absolutely fabulous Positive Party

Absolutely fabulous Positive Party

Last Saturday the summer got off to a bloody good start. After an awesome day of stand up paddle boarding in 36 degree heat, my girlfriend and I swapped our thongs for dancing shoes and headed to the Absolutely Positive Party for World AIDS Day.

This awareness-raising shebang was at Carriageworks in Sydney as part of the SEXES arts festival exploring sexuality and gender identity.

We were chuffed to be greeted by ice-cold air con and a dance floor of happy bears/hipsters in tight, super-short miniskirts. It’s hard to tell bears and hipsters apart these days with the whole bushranger-beard fad, but given I could see furry butt cheeks in addition to face cheeks, I’m leaning towards bears on this occasion – who, let’s face it, are stacks cooler anyways.

The night was playful and sexy with rave party theatrics so everyone let loose. To get to the dance floor you had to walk down a dark corridor with arty stuff suspended from the roof. And when you got there, jungle electronica care of Paul Mac’s Stereogamous had everyone shaking their bits.

Spot performances by hula girls with hoops that lit up in rainbow colours drew everyone’s attention – as did a well-endowed dancing boy who may or may not have had socks stuffed down his undies. If anyone can confirm that for me I’d be totes grateful. Lesbian curiosity.

And, if you weren’t already stimulated, the party was set against a backdrop of gay porn that was projected onto the walls.

It reminded me a bit of the men-only cruise floor I once snuck into at Sircuit in Melbourne. Only this time ladies, gents and all manner of gender benders could play together and sneak off into the dark corners of Carriageworks if they felt like it.

One of the most awesome things about the party was the mixture of youngies and oldies in attendance. From a super friendly Gen Y called Nick who I posed with for Instagram (Hi, Nick) – to rad dudes who probably flashed their Seniors Card on the bus ride over.

My girlfriend and I headed home at the nanna time of 10.30pm (hey, it started at 7) to rub moisturiser on the patches of skin we missed when applying sun block earlier that day. There’s 90 sweaty days of summer so probably best to pace yourself.

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