Also known as “Nude Body Painting Ecstasy,” you can watch this colorful show tonight on RadioSuzy1TV. It opens with a reminder that while it’s warm and sexy inside the Womb Room, it’s cold deadly Perma-War out there. From Chickenhawk Lies to the Naked Truth…From Naked Aggression to Beautiful Bare Bodies…First up on the bed are Master Body Painter Michael Spezialy of Artiskin, his partner Claire Harmony and their first model, Genevieve (Claire’s sister!), already painted gold and black from head-to-toe. They begin their body painting marathon with two splendid human canvases, male and female. The female is “Nurse Lynn,” a real-life emergency room nurse specializing in trauma, with a lovely all-natural body and a smile that heals even quicker than morphine. Asked to describe the feeling of being painted, she says, “It’s like someone just ate some ice cream and is now licking me.”

The male is J, a large (“The larger the body, the bigger and better the canvas,” says Michael), well-muscled, well-hung speciman of a hominid, utterly hairless and marble-smooth. As the body painting continues, into my bed pops Mia Smiles who quickly strips down to show off her adorable little body – a work of art without the paint! We talk about her starring role in Joe Stinger’s “Hot Asian Lust,” where she demonstrates her incredible “Kegels of Steel,” along with Joe, and her sweet boyfriend-of-nine-years Chris Cannon, a former US Marine-turned-porn-star (now that’s choosing to Make Love, Not War!). Then come the callers, but the old mixer breaks mid-call, so unfortunately, most of the calls can’t come through (please be patient when watching or listening to this part of the show in the unedited mix ~ it gets much better later!). All that technical frustration calls for some hardcore libations, and I have just the solution – Absente Absinthe – a new (legal) incarnation of the wicked “Green Fairy” that reigned over 19th Century Paris, buzzing through the brains of such tortured geniuses as Baudelaire, Hemingway, Manet, Toulouse-Lautrec and Oscar Wilde. Mistress Genevieve, looking lusty in a white latex mini, accompanied by her vivacious redhead friend Sandy, helps administer the Absente (the traditional way, with sugar and a spoon) to all & sundry, until the great Green Fairy is spreading Her wings all over the Broadcast Bed & beyond.

Into this Green Fairyland of Decadence strides the long, lanky DJ Juicy Jay with his bootie-shaking dancer-groupie Amber Mercedes (Amber’s first time at the Speakeasy!). After all that liquid, Ms. Gen needs to relieve herself, and who’s there for her but the sunny-sweet, ever-receptive human recepticle Sissy Maid, resplendent in black vinyl, who obediently consumes what looks like gallons of Chateau de Gen through a funnel. Now things start to get wild, as Juicy’s homeboy DJ Colonel Clique starts spinning the beats, and soon everybody’s dancing, romancing and painting the naked bodies that now look like incandescent waves, spirals of sensuous energy in the black light (or is that the Absente?). Wandering through the crowd, I finds various El Lay luminaries, Art Kunkin, publisher of the newly resurrected LA Free Press, fellow Yalie Michael Blum and his ravishing wife Ines, more hot couples stripping and painting each other, Juli getting painted by three or four men and a brush-crazed woman, and Artist Supermodel Lisa Ann Davis in a black satin corset which she rapidly whips off to reveal the glorious canvas of her model-perfect nudity, as Maistro Spezialy and Slave Gary paint her with brush strokes as sensuous as a lover’s caress. Praise be to the Power & Glory of Nude Body Painting Ecstasy!

Not having indulged in the pagan pleasures of naked body painting since my summer at Naropa Insititute, I pick up a brush and paint a few bodies myself, then doff my purple lingerie to provide my own bare bod as a fresh canvas for the artists (and the Absente) to express themselves. If I can do it, so can the Master Body Painters themselves: For the first time in public, Michael Spezialy and Claire Harmony bare all and get painted! DJs Clique and Juicy keep the beats coming strong and sexy, as the Dance of the Painted People goes wild with radiant color, dildos, real dicks, real pussies, real pleasure, real laughter and bare abandon, like a Bonobo Tribe, like a Sixties “Laugh-In” Happening, like an Absinthe Green Dream, like a 21st Century “Paint for Peace!” Party of Resistance to the Politics of Perma-War. So what are you waiting for, go BACKSTAGE and check out Lydia’s photos of this wild, sexy and colorful night at Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy.