Leak Your Own Nudes bills itself as “a queer undie party,” but that barely covers it. Think: low-lit bar, bodies in briefs and lingerie, friends spilling out onto the street for air between sweaty pop bangers and darker club cuts. It pops up at beloved inner-city haunts like The Bearded Tit in Redfern and late-night spots around Newtown, turning familiar venues into something a little more hedonistic and a lot more tender.

The dress code leans playful rather than polished: jocks, mesh, harnesses, thrifted lace, or whatever makes you feel hot and held. There’s a firm focus on consent, respect, and looking after each other, so you get all the thrill of a thirsty dance floor without the aggro. Expect a crowd that’s beautifully mixed across genders and bodies, with a strong local creative contingent who treat the party like a moving art project.

Tickets are usually cheap and sellable at the door, with dates and themes announced on the main site and socials. If you’re in town when it’s on, clear your night, charge your phone (for after, not during), and get ready to leak a little confidence of your own.