The Seattle crowd was hungry for Air Sex, and it’s a good thing. Because they left El Corazon with trunk loads of doggie bags as the competitors certainly provided every appetizer, main course and dessert possible. In addition to a pregnant tag team act, an informative take on whiskey dick and a crazy German police officer, Seattle was treated to Big Ben, who sprinkled sugar all over his erogenous zones and proceeded to lick it off. I’m talking nipps, cracks, foots, pits and all the rest of it.
The title, however belonged to Uma, who quickly pieced together a Kill Bill tribute act and won the crowd over immediately. Standing briefly in her way was Commodore Perry who sexed his invisible partner so hard he began to crazily spin in his bar stool so fast that he crashed to the floor and Bambi Amsterdam, who got a taste of the action in New York City and heightened her act enough to make it to Seattle’s second round. When it came time for the people to make their choice, most votes were cast for Uma, who has earned her way to the World Finals later this year.
The Record Bar was filled with skeptical audience members and nervous Air Sex contestants. Within a minute of the show they turned into hungry for more audience members and prepared Air Sex warriors.
The stable of Mandigo Warrior, Coach Damage and Ah Fuck were taunting the other performers all night long, raising the stakes of their performances quite a bit. When it came time to put their money where there collective mouth was, it was clear where all the talent was. Coach Damage outshined his pals and advanced to the second round with a giant shove of the thumb up his invisible partner’s behind and a tiny sprinkle of the water on the front. For the grand finale, he poured a boot full of his manhood down the you-know-what.
The second finalist, John Holmes grunted louder than any other performer on the tour so far. Other highlights included a tribute to “The Office”, a crutch-humping act, and Ramjack whipping his partner so hard that his giant belt buckle was sent spiraling into the crowd, frightening the first several rows.
The Kansas City winner, El Rod, had simple car sex but got the night’s largest crowd pop when the rear end of his partner caused the horn to honk repeatedly. When the audience was asked to select tonight’s champ, the choice was clear – El Rod would move on to the finals.
We were stoked to have so many fancy people on board to judge the New York City Air Sex Championships. Among them was Megan from Jezebel who had many interesting things to say about the show on her blog. Read the post in it’s entirety here!
First MTV, now Jezebel. We’re so on a roll. More coming soon!
As we’ve said in several podcasts and on stage already, it’s hard to surprise us. At this point we’ve seen almost everything and in Chicago we saw our first double tie-breaking Sex-off. When the judges were split between Von Qui Qui’s acrobatic maneuvers and Pair of Jugs’ jugs they decided to have a Sex-off and leave it to the audience. The desire to be in the final round of the competition was evident on their faces. The sexual tension hung thick in the air. And after one minute of performing one-on-one, the audience was at a stand still. We had to do it again and this time around, Pair of Jugs advanced. It wasn’t enough to take the title, though, because Crunchy McLean had a huge fan base in attendance and dominated the finals with a sneaky necrophilia act that caused the judges to cringe and the crowd to chant!
A night that featured very nice performances that were both comedic and sexual never lost any steam. Every competitor showed serious signs of promise or was a top contender for the night’s title. Toronto was especially good at remembering the most important aspect of a good Air Sex show, good tongue-waggling hip-thrusting sweaty sex. Combine some real-life moves with a little something weird and you’re golden. Toronto also showed they understand safe sex, as many competitors in tonight’s show used air protection.
The finalists featured Travis, a completely absurd robot-sausage act, Bangtown, a fine tuned fucking machine, and Sheila Shamu, an innocent broom fetishist. The judges had a significantly difficult time narrowing down their choices to three.
After a wet final round Bangtown and Sheila Shamu were in a dead heat for the final sex-off. Bangtown’s clever use of piling dicks on top of dicks and shoving them all in his mouth like an elephant gobbling peanuts, however, made him a clear winner over Sheila’s double-shoe routine. In another Air Sex first, Bangtown revealed his parents were in the audience. Our bets are that Dad was proud and Mom was frightened.
The New York City stop on our tour has been circled, highlighted and fantasized about repeatedly. We had so many theories about the types of competitors we’d see and had a great feeling that when we left New York City we would be both physically and mentally exhausted. The grueling work it takes to put on the world’s greatest entertainment event puts a toll on your body while watching so much Air Sex fills your brain space up with so much sex it’s hard to walk.
The first competitor to open the eyes of the crowd was Dirty D, recently featured in this Time Out New York piece. He hit the three pillars of good Air Sex – character, commitment and creativity. After getting a long-winded backstage oil rubdown Dirty D took the stage in his custom robe and sailor cap. Both came off immediately and the air began to get fucked hard and silly. Using techniques that were undoubtedly learned from years of studying high-class pornography, Dirty D gave the crowd what they wanted. He seemed to be a lock for the final round, but the competition got stiffer as the night went on.
Bjorn to Fuck and Slut Truffle, two Austin regulars, also made an appearance and the on-the-way-to-legendary Axe Grinder did as well. Ode to New Zealand was the first act on the tour to utilize bestiality in a group sheep-sex routine. Beta had a confusing routine about making ramin noodles with a hand that was just inside of a butthole (that she claimed to be a true story). Air to the Throne not only won the crowd over with his sex, but he also entertained them during intermission as a member of the most famous Air Band of all time, Category Sixx.
The night belonged, however, to Urshur. A last minute sign-up, Urshur masterfully constructed a clever car sex narrative and won the audience over immediately. His mime skills were through the roof spot on and his sex faces were exactly what we were looking for. In the final round, he was the first male contestant to get all bisexual with a soap dispenser lubrication bathroom routine.
Congratulations to Urshur and all the competitors in the New York City Air Sex Championships. We’ll be back!
Washington D.C. welcomed the Air Sex Championships with open arms. They understood that a world champion has to be crowned and the capital city has to be represented in the finals. This is a very serious competition. We saw a little bit of dry-humping at the Rock and Roll Hotel though – a technique that won’t get you very far in this sport. We’re looking for people demonstrating their skills on an invisible partner. The dry-humping world championships is just something that we can’t get behind right now.
Auto-Asphyxia, however, certainly got behind something. Something that was on the receiving end of some raw Air Sex energy. Something that was begging to get attention and Auto-Asphyxia was more than willing to give it (after his initial attempt to pleasure himself didn’t pan out). The first competitor of the night went on the second round where he met near-champion Otto Erotic, a smoke-machine using masturbator who was sadly pleasured himself on a chair. Auto-Asphyxia’s hardcore table act won the crowd over and he advances to the world finals!
Check the FlickR set for the Washington D.C. show here.
We’re no different from millions of other people – we saw the Peer Pressure video a while back and forwarded it to our email lists just like you. We watched it when we were sad and when we needed some motivation. We watched it to learn. We watched it a lot. Where we are a little different is that we booked them for an actual show and saw them make love to an actual ottoman live on stage. It was amazing. It was important. The video is below:
The fellas drove in from Montgomery, Alabama and helped judge the Atlanta competition. After the first round of competition we raffled off one of the freshly-sexed and autographed ottomans. The lucky winner cheered in joy when his number was called and is probably reading some fine English literature with this feet propped up on said ottoman right this very second. We’re driving to Washington D.C. thrilled that we got to see Peer Pressure in their prime and satisfied that this tour kicked off with some serious Air Sex celebrity energy.
We weren’t sure what to expect once we stepped outside of our comfort zone in Central Texas. Atlanta was the first stop on our tour and we were nervous – would there be enough star power? Do the people there understand airness? Would BitchBoobs the virgin intern find a lovemaking partner?
The show kicked off with a top-notch demonstration from YouTube sensations Peer Pressure (Later that night we raffled off a signed ottoman from the boys). It was followed by BitchBoobs, the virgin intern who had trouble pulling off the simplest of masturbation techniques. The night would follow this pattern, as competitors were often very precise and then followed by some type of a trainwreck. Both, of course, are welcome at any Air Sex Championships.
Highlights included BloodyFrontButt’s (my favorite stage name so far) amazingly unaccurate (but amazing) pirate costume, Mother Fucher’s precise mime work and Black Toast Intolerance’s brief pause from turtle sex to do the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’s ninja dance.
The judges called back Mother Fucher, Vesta Bezay and Caveman Sex for round two, where the winner would be decided by the audience. Here, Caveman Sex remained in character with a fire-making orgy that sealed the deal for Mother Fucher, a very close second.
The entire Air Sex crew was very impressed with Atlanta and are confident the Caveman will represent you well in the World Finals!
Check the photo set on FlickR and the playlist below on YouTube!
One week before the Austin Air Sex Championship was decided, first time competitor Sacrilicious changed the championship landscape with a shockingly impressive rookie performance. He coasted to the second round where he met regulars Slut Truffle and Bjorn to Fuck, both of whom had already locked down appearances in the Championships and were looking to add a preliminary victory to their resume.
After a top-notch opening round of the official Championships held June 6th, Bjorn to Fuck and Slut Truffle found themselves in the same position – in the second round standing next to Tickle Me Emo, formerly known as Sacrilicious. Slut Truffle raised the bar with a costume change and an effective necrophilia showcase but – in this reporters mind – the title was wrapped when Tickle Me Emo jerked two guys off at once, caught all the semen in a cup, and downed it in one big believable gulp. The audience was convinced. Tickle Me Emo’s hand was raised and he’ll go on to represent Austin in the World Championship Finals later this year.
In the end, there were as many highs (impressive performances from rookie competitors Man’s Best Friend and Dookie Balls) as there were lows (both Dong Juan and Peeples had fruit-fucking acts, leaving the holy Air Sex playground filthy and the front row wet). There was also that time when Slut Truffle used an actually-plugged-in angle grinder so she could actually feel something for once. There were costumes and groups acts. There was top-notch music selections. There was also the time when Tickle Me Emo cut himself while having sex so he could actually feel something for once. We’re proud of the Austin finalists and are (im)patiently wating to see how they compare to the rest of the world.
2009 World Air Sex Championship T-shirts are now available!
After a year of sold out shows at the Alamo Drafthouse and the Paramount theater in Austin, TX, the World Air Sex Championships are taking to the road and touring fifteen North American cities in the search for this year’s Air Sex Champion. Shirts will definitely be available for purchase at the shows, but we’re giving our online community first crack at these. Available in men’s and women’s cut you can choose from gym blue or black.
Tell your friends about the upcoming shows in your city and we hope to see you there!
Every competitor who entered the Alamo Drafthouse on Sunday May 31st had a look of raw determination on their faces. They knew this was the last opportunity to earn a spot in the Austin Finals. They knew that they weren’t the only one who would be bringing their best. They knew that in order to earn the crown they spend day and night coveting they would have to prove their worth that night.
The field was full of first time competitors as well as a handful of veterans who had already earned a Finals birth. Timmy kept it simple, winning the crowd over with his sheet work. 69 Candles, a walk-up performer, performed with the grit of a veteran. But it was Sacrilicious who took home 1st place with a pleasant storyline and costume.
The stage is set for an epic Championship this Sunday at the Alamo Drafthouse!
Meet the crew behind the Air Sex World Championships.
Tim League is the founder of the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in Austin, Texas and co-founder of the Air Sex World Championships. The Alamo Drafthouse Cinema has been named the “best theater in America” be Entertainment Weekly and is known for producing innovative programming on both a local and international level.
Henri Mazza is the creative director at the Alamo Drafthouse Cinemas, and a co-founder of the Air Sex World Championships. He was also the first American to professionally perform an Air Sex routine when he air-masturbated to the Backstreet Boys song, “Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely” on stage at the first U.S. Air Sex show. His girlfriend was not happy about that at all.
Chris Trew is a nationally touring improv, stand-up and sketch comedian based in Austin, Texas. His rap project, Terp 2 it, recently released his second album “My Wiener Touches the Ceiling” with the comedy production company Studio8.net, who have appeared several times on Comedy Central’s Atom TV. He runs the Austin Improv training center The New Movement. He’s been performing at the Alamo Drafthouse since 2007.
Joel Keith has embraced the comedy stages of Austin, Texas for the past decade with his unique force of stand-up comedy. He has also mastered the art of air in both air guitar and air sex competitions. Most recently, Joel could be seen at various tattoo conventions as the opening act for the world-famous “freak”, Lizard Man.
I’ve watched a lot of Air Sex. I know it well, I understand the mechanics of a successful Air Sex routine and I want you to read this before you take the stage. It’s the best advice I can give you. Read it once, hold it close to you. Read it again and hold it closer. It’s for your own good because we want you to feel good on stage.
Interesting is funnier than funny.
If you’re worried about whether or not your routine is funny, don’t. As long as you are interesting, you’ll do well. What makes for interesting Air Sex? Costume. Characters. Commitment. One of these three and you’re ahead of the game. Two out of three and you’ve got a chance to win. Three for three just might get you that adrenaline-soaked standing ovation you’ve always craved (and a ticket to the World Finals).
Funny is sexier than sexy.
Leave the sexy at home. If it happens on accident, great, we’ll take it. We’re much more attracted to sex with a sense of humor. What would never work at a strip club will probably work at Air Sex (and vice versa). In other words, legitimate orgasm noises and serious lingerie aren’t nearly as sexy/funny as dogs barking and lizard costumes. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with legitimate lingerie, just don’t make mistake actual sexiness with Air Sex success.
And remember, if you want to sign up to compete, send an email over to me with your stage name and preferred music. Find me here – email@example.com. See you on stage!