The heat of the pulsing crowd was palpable as I stepped into the underground party. Bodies moved around me in hot, unrestrained abandon — necks arching back, hips grinding and undulating, buttons undone and pants to the floor. Piss splashed across my face, a musky smell of liquid lust that made my body throb with desire. Welcome to Antigua, where no holds are barred and the gay debauchery runs wild.