Bonobo Blue Values
The Bonobo Way
My beloved bonobos, the “Make Love Not War” chimpanzees who swing from the trees and with each other, are more popular and controversial than ever now, the “monkeys in the middle” of an international debate among human primatologists and philosophers. So I’m very pleased to present, at this critical moment in bonobo-human history, a new BlockFilms release: “The Bonobo Way,” now available in streaming video, download and DVD.
The Bonobo Way features loads of enlightening and entertaining original footage (much of it shot by yours truly at the San Diego Zoo) of real live bonobos swinging in almost every way imaginable, making love face-to-face, sharing oral sex, bisexuality, massage, foot play, masturbation, threesomes, orgies in the trees and even playing with “sex toys” at the zoo. The Bonobo Way shows you these amazingly sensitive and clever primates interacting with desire, enthusiasm, empathy, jealousy, anger, passion and compassion. It’s uncanny how much they look and behave like humans, whether playing, quarrelling, conniving, having sex, teasing, pleasing and just taking care of one another.
You’ll also see and hear how the females exert considerable power in their communities, and how their exceptionally high level of sexual activity leads to remarkably low levels of violence in the wild and in captivity. This is not to say they’re not violent at all, as Ian Parker’s New Yorker article fallaciously implies that primatologists have said. In fact, in The Bonobo Way, you can see them occasionally smacking or biting each other, sometimes playfully and other times with what looks like serious antagonism. But their avid sex play seems to render them considerably less violent than common chimps and humans, and thus far, no bonobo has ever been seen killing another bonobo in the wild or captivity. Nor do bonobos seem to make war on other bonobos, as common chimps and humans do. Speaking of humans, though the New Yorker piece is gratuitously entitled “Swingers,” it’s just a too-clever-to-be-funny play on words, but has nothing to do with actual human swingers. The Bonobo Way reveals how human swingers often behave like bonobos, and how close we are to our kissin’ cousins in many other ways. Plus it’s a good cause; proceeds go to further bonobo education and help save bonobos in Congo from imminent extinction.
My special guest on The Bonobo Way is Harvard anthropology professor, McArthur Foundation Fellow and Demonic Males author Dr. Richard Wrangham. There are a great many anthropologists, primatologists and bonobo advocates whose work I admire and support, but Dr. Wrangham is at the top of my list. He is extremely knowledgeable about primates in general and bonobos in particular, and has observed them in the wild as well as captivity. He is highly respected in his field by both sides of the Great Bonobo Debate, yet refreshingly unafraid to openly discuss even the most politically incorrect aspects of bonobo sexuality. Plus he’s got that delightful British accent and dramatic storytelling style that weaves deliciously around our fascinating bonobo footage.
With Dr. Wrangham’s considerable expertise and my amateur enthusiasm, The Bonobo Way makes a great introduction to the “Make Love Not War” chimpanzees and a fantastic gift for any occasion. It’s also essential ammunition for fellow bonobo advocates who find themselves ambushed by ignorant readers of Parker’s Bonobo-Bashing New Yorker article and Dinesh D’Souza’s even more ignorant AOL Blog. And then there are the bonobos themselves; just watching them will inspires you to at least try to practice and encourage others to practice The Bonobo Way in your life. Btw, if you like bonobos, you’ll love our new BonoboWay Community site for which you can register now.
Bottoms Up for Blue Values with Anal Gang Bang Goddess Victoria Givens Speakeasy Photographer Alex Saglimbeni has just posted a new gallery of hot pics BACKSTAGE from “Bottoms
Up for Blue Values” (playing tonight on RadioSuzy1TV), a show we did right after Red Tuesday, 2004, the election that shall live in infamy, having given The Bush Crime Family another four years and given the people who didn’t vote for him (a large majority, if you count the people who didn’t vote at all) a whopping case of the Blue State Blues…
Trying to explain away what amounted to a severe case of Electile Dysfunction, American pundits in both Red and Blue States took refuge in bloviating upon the importance of Moral Values in Politics. Of course, the last thing we Blue Staters needed was some red-faced Red State redneck, who voted for the nastiest gaggle of chickenhawk war criminals and crony-nesting thieves ever to perch upon the Executive Branch, lecturing us about “moral values.” Nor did we need any lily-livered, “Time for Healing,” down-n-defeated Dems trying to turn our deep Blue Values purple with acquiescence, or render them vomit green with a dollop of cowardly yellow.
Not that Red State Moral Values in that election had anything to do with torturing, raping or killing innocent people. As the media pundits loved to recite like a Catechism, one in five American voters (obviously, a small minority of Americans) cited “moral values” as a major issue, and eight out of 10 of these Solomonic adjudicators voted for a President who, independent studies had just revealed, had summarily, and quite merrily executed over 100,000 men, women and children (mostly the latter) upon invading the wrong country in his terrorist War on Terror. And that was just a count for the first year.
But who cares about counting dead people – then or now? Not General Tommy Franks who said, “We don’t do body counts,” around that time. Even if we did, Barbara Bush (the Matriarch Medusa, not the cute Yalie half of the Bush Twins) doesn’t want to “waste my beautiful mind on something like…body bags and deaths and how many and when…” Nor did moral Red America during that election; they preferred counting sexual sins, in which any kind of sex – outside of married, man-woman, monogamous, missionary position intercourse with the lights out, for procreation only – counts against you, if you’re caught. And that’s a big IF. As a Blue State sex therapist who counsels a lot of Red State clients, I knew that more than a few exurbs-full of those pink-cheeked moralizers were and still are screwing their neighbors’ wives, as well as their neighbors’ sons, not to mention their sheep, in between voting-as-sacrament for the horse-phobic cowboy with the trigger-happy soul. Since that time, some of these Red-Faced Red State Hypocrites have been exposed, such as U.S. Congressman Randy “Duke” Cunningham, U.S. Assistant Secretary of State John L. Tobias, New Life Church Pastor Ted Haggard, U.S. Congressman Mark Foley (they must be who I meant when I said “moralizers…screwing…their neighbor’s sons”), U.S. Senator David Ritter, and U.S. Senator Larry “Airport Mens Room Hustler” Craig, to name a few.
So what about Blue Values? What about good old-fashioned Jeffersonian, radical-liberal, democratic (with a small d), progressive, populist, personal, Constitution-enshrined, science-based, heartfelt, sexual values? Yes, SEXUAL. After all, VALUES is code for SEX, isn’t it? Or is it WAR? Well, it depends on the color of your glasses…So on my “Bottoms Up for Blue Values” show, I try to bring these colors into focus, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners, at least as I see them (and remember: I’m a sex therapist, so don’t be shocked if my values turn you on). So please understand that when I talk about Blue Values…
I’m talking about the values of the Enlightenment, and not the Apocalypse; I’m talking about the values of the U.S. Constitution, and not the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad Gita, the Book of Thoth, or the Gospel According to Anybody; I’m talking about the value of Hot Love, and not Perma-War; I’m talking about the value of lust, and not greed; I’m talking about the value of explosive orgasms, and not exploding ordnance; I’m talking about the value of bare beauty, and not naked aggression; I’m talking about the value of pussy juice and lube, and not our blood for their oil; I’m talking about the value of hard dicks, and not hardnosed dickheads; I’m talking about the value of “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness,” and not “God, Guns and Gay-Bashing”; I’m talking about the value of Ethical Hedonism, and not Unethical Puritanism; I’m talking about the value of dildos and vibrators, and not cruise missiles and killing machines; I’m talking about the value of intelligent erotica and smokin’ BLUE movies, and not Mel’s Christian death porn or U.S. military snuff films showing the village greens of Iraq running RED with blood; I’m talking about the value of masturbation, and not occupation; I’m talking about the value of consensual BDSM games, and not colonial-style torture; I’m talking about the value of people in bed with their lovers, and not TV news shows embedded with the government; I’m talking about the value of science, innovation, open-mindedness and courage, and not superstition, creationism, bigotry and fear;I’m talking about the value of sexual connection, and not gender competition; I’m talking about the value of good wine and good weed, and not jamming more than 2 million Americans in prison, many for victimless “crimes”;I’m talking about the value of blue skies and a clean environment, and not red skies radiating pollution; I’m talking about the value of sex research and education, and not enforced sexual stupidity; I’m talking about the value of marriage, and not banning “certain people” from getting married; I’m talking about the value of helping those less fortunate, and not blaming the poor for being poor; I’m talking about the value of stem cell research, and not valuing the so-called “rights” of the unborn over the living; I’m talking about the value of The Bonobo Way, and not acting like a baboon. And now with another Presidential election ahead of us, especially now that I’m actually running it, as Frank Moore’s Veep for 2008. I stand by these Blue Values with as much passion and conviction as Red Staters believe that the Virgin Birth was a fact of life, and Dubya is an honest man.
Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, we are all Children of Sex. We may or may not be Children of God, but no matter what color our state, no matter whom we vote for, or whether our votes are counted or stolen, or whether we’re of the majority of Americans that don’t bother to vote at all, no matter how many people we kill or liberate or touch or heal, no matter whom we hate or how much we love, we are ALL Children of SEX. Praise the Lord and the Lady. Amen and Awomen.
Okay, now for the raunchy part: I called this show Bottoms Up for Blue Values because my special guest was Anal Gang Bang Champion Victoria Givens, a sweet Southern Belle who had just had anal intercourse with 100 men plus one woman with a strap-on in seven hours with no lube (do NOT try this at home). Alex’s photos show off Victoria’s beautiful nude body, with special emphasis on the glorious ass that launched 101 dicks. She’s slim, stacked like Jessica Rabbit and delicate as a flowering dogwood, which just goes to show, you don’t have to be a female Governator to take 101 guys in your butt (still….do NOT try this at home). Victoria and her husband (yep, she’s got a husband!) are Blue Values people living in the great Red State of North Carolina; just goes to show, you can’t judge a state by its color. After the interview part of the show, I wander into the audience and find a group of hot lesbians who had just seen “Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy” on HBO and came to celebrate the 28th birthday of Eileen C., a lovely young environmental designer, honorably discharged from the U.S. Navy where she was a First Class Petty Officer. The post-show party turns into Eileen’s Night Out. At first, she’s shy, and stoic as the soldier she’s been trained to be. But it’s her birthday, and I, upon sensing a need and a talent, do a little of my trademark “gentle coaxing,” and soon enough, Eileen is getting a bare bottom birthday spanking and dancing topless, not to mention getting tied up, whipped, written on (by me), groped and handled by various men and women, including her lover Charisse, her girlfriend Lisa, our camerawoman Mar, Bondage Master Dave, and sexy Big D (one of the stars of Dr. Suzy’s Squirt Salon).. It’s not exactly a Gang Bang; more of a Gang Grope.
Between gropes, Eileen takes a serious moment to speak about her fellow soldiers, including her friends stationed in Iraq, many of whom didn’t and still don’t have proper equipment and have become sitting ducks surrounded by enemies, thanks to the bold miscalculations of that Red State Frankenstein: The Bush Crime Family. The MOORE/BLOCK in ‘08 campaign supports our troops by doing what we can to get them home. In the meantime, watch the show and enjoy Alex’s brilliant Bottoms Up for Blue Values photos.