Like Air Guitar, Air Sex is an activity best practiced at home. Your arms flail, your face looks like a Shar Pei, and strange noises emerge whether you like it or not. It's all around awkward. But at the first Air Sex World Championships at the Echoplex on Friday, adventurous (i.e. drunken) men and woman took out their sexual frustrations on a hot piece of air in performances that took awkward to the next level.
Originally from Japan (founders of sexually repressed depravity), the Air Sex World Championships was appropriated by a group of Austinites who wanted to slather invisi-love across the states. After all, the ASWC offers the sanctioned space to live out your fantasy of wrestling Betty White in a kiddie pool of pudding while “Highway to the Danger Zone” plays in the background. Oh yeah, and hundreds of your closest friends critiquing your your ability to hump a fold-out table.
The Air Sex Championships are an offshoot of the invisible axe shredding antics of the Air Guitar Championships, a round of which took place at the Troubadour a few Fridays ago. But when it comes down to it, the differences are in name only. There's the sweating, the snarled lips, clenched eyes, and those hips gyrating harder than a Chihuahua on your grampa's leg. A blistering faux solo and a fake O-face are nearly indistinguishable.
So as a gift to you, dear reader, we've decided to offer you a side by side comparison of Air Sex vs. Air Guitar.
Which do you think is better?