In the endless quest to locate the nexus of strange and true, I attended an Air-Sex competition at the Rock n’ Roll Hotel on H St NE in DC a few months ago. My little brother was in town, so he came along for the “ride”, pun intended. Reader, I was aghast. I hope that no amount of alcohol could persuade me to perform such lewd and unsavory acts. I am still shell-shocked from my c. 1991 foray with my then-14 year old brother to see “My Own Private Idaho.” I figured it featured River Phoenix, so it must be some “Stand By Me” ish knock-off. At any rate, if me bro becomes a male gigolo, it will undoubtedly be influenced in no small part by these two incidents some 18 years apart.
No doubt the creators of this competitive sport have long term Olympian plans for this pursuit. I’m sure the Republic of Rome in its latter years were likewise distracted: