Sex-Positive in the Trumpocalypse on DrSuzy.Tv
Length 1:51:31 Date: December 10, 2016
Gathered together in our Womb Room, a multi-colored congregation of pundits and porn stars, journalists and fetishists, monogamists and polyamorists, singers and swingers, vamps and veterans, from Hollywood to Tehran, faces the impending Trumpocalypse with lively discussion, Bonoboville Communion, erotic play, music, laughter, striptease… and protective gas masks, just in case.
In the last few decades, the sex-positive movement, Sex+ or, as Capt’n Max prefers to call it, the “pro-sex” rƎVO˩ution, has made big bonoboesque strides forward, opening America society up to greater sexual freedoms, tolerance, communication, women’s rights to health care, same-sex marriage, transgender awareness, polyamory, BDSM, fetish play, the importance of consent in any sexual interaction, the idea that sex work is work, and sex publishing is protected by our First Amendment rights . Speaking of which, three cheers and a beer for Sacramento County superior court judge Michael Bowman who recently rejected pimping charges brought by former state attorney general and current Senator-elect Kamala Harris against Michael Bowman, proprietor of Backpage on the basis of Free Speech rights. We the Sex-Positive People are also very proud to have defeated Michael Weinstein’s draconian, sex-negative Prop 60 here in California.
It’s all part of the Sex+ or pro-sex movement away from old-time religion and sex-repressive governance and toward erotic freedom, consent-conscious sexuality, tolerance, tantra, more orgies, more shameless sexual fun and what I call a “Bonobo Way” of being.
Trickle Down Misogyny
But now here we are, teetering on the edge of the Trumpocalypse, led by a self-proclaimed Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief, flanked by a rabidly religious, sex-negative veep, a prospective cabinet of hardline conservatives, and a newly empowered base of armed and ignorant “Trump Bros,” KKK and neo-Nazis euphemistically dubbed the “Alt-Right.”
With such cold winds blowing into our warm Womb Room, what’s a concerned, fun-loving sex-positive citizen to do? How do pro-sex progressives swim against the current of “trickle down misogyny and trickle down racism” (as the now-groveling Mitt Romney once eloquently put it), bullying, intolerance and “rape culture”? Why are some people sexually aroused by The Donald? These are some of the questions that our congregation addresses with smiles, Bonoboville Communion and joie de vivre, even if some of us wear gas masks, given Agent Orange Hair’s statements on the EPA and climate change.
Dirge for America
First up on my broadcast bed is Dirge Magazine senior editor Reneé Asher Pickup in her virgin appearance on the show, thanks to associate producer Paniscus Brecht (now a therapist with the Institute) who also appears on this show. A “dirge” is a funeral song and though it seems a bit early to declare the death of democracy, the ghostly, darkly witty Dirge style seems an appropriate song to sing on this show. Pan and I festoon ourselves with skulls, the archetypal symbol of mortality that fascinates as it repels, like the Dirge logo and the emblem of Yale’s oldest, most elite and most secretive secret society, “Skull and Bones.”
Reneé, raised Mormon and a U.S. Marine veteran, discusses some recent articles in Dirge, including the The Satanic Temple (TST) vs. Trump and Pense (for which I invoke the Divine Interventions Satanic Dildo ) and her own article on hybristophiliacs, people (usually women) who romantically fetishize serial killers (usually men), mass murderers (like Elliot Rodgers), burglars, rapists, war criminals, Fuhrers and quite possibly a certain Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief.
Speaking of T-Rump, Reneé spends a good portion of the show sitting on the face of our plush-and-rubber Trump the Dick with Small Penis Syndrome, partly to protest the UK’s misogynistic ban on “face-sitting” porn, and partly for what I call “Trumpocalypse Therapy.” See last week’s Sploshing Trump segment for more along those lines. We also agree that it is, symbolically at least, a good way to keep his mouth shut.
Later she sticks her fingers in Trumpty Dumpty’s cut-out eyes like a happy witch playing with her voodoo doll.
Reneé also gives an enthusiastically consensual Jacquie Blu a short but spirited book-spanking with The Bonobo Way, as well as a riding crop (her first time giving a spanking on camera!), then returns to her seat on Trump’s face.
One of several of Reneé‘s blogs, “Does this Sex Column Make My Ass Look Fat?” is her witty and often spot-on critique of the sex advice in in Cosmo and similar magazines aimed at a young female readership.
Since I happen to be a sex advisor who is occasionally quoted in Cosmo (just last week, I was interviewed twice by two different Cosmo writers about anal sex—both giving and receiving!), I feel compelled to defend the magazine which has historically been Sex+ and pro-women’s rights since I was a young Cosmo girl in the 1970s, when Helen Gurly Brown took it over, and the only other alternatives were staid Redbook and Ladies’ Home Journal. And it’s doing a pretty good job conveying the sex-positive movement to so-called Middle America, with Cosmo girls from Tallahassee to Temecula enjoying anal-gasms and learning to give their boyfriends P-gasms and, according to my anal-ysis, that’s a good thing.
Wry, Loni & Gypsy
My next featured guest is sex educator Wry Mantione, last seen in Bonoboville with his two sexy girlfriends in Poly on Wry (one of whom plays a wicked violin). He’s been conducting a series of talks and town meetings on the subject of consent, leading workshops in BDSM and polyamory, and organizing Sex-Positive LA events as well as Kinky Salon parties with previous DrSuzy.Tv guest, Polly Superstar. Wry and I chat about the meaning of “consent” in the Trumpocalypse and how the election of a boastful sexual predator for President has many survivors of assault struggling with nightmare flashbacks and paralyzing fears. It’s true that a little bit of fear can be an aphrodisiac, like spice in your enchilada. But too much fear spoils the meat, and Trump-triggered terror is ruining a lot of survivors’ appetites for sex and a lot more.
Later Wry demonstrates the popular and rather dangerous art of “choking,” first on fellow guest, budding adult star, Loni Legend, and then on my assistant Gypsy Bonobo (also a therapist at the Institute). Do NOT try this at home, unless you’ve taken a good workshop in the subject as you can easily kill your partner with an accidental wrong move. Nevertheless many people, including a high percentage of attractive young ladies, love to be “choked” into ecstasy during sex. Loni and Gypsy both characterize Wry’s demo as “mild.” I’m usually all for extreme fun but, on my show, I prefer Wry’s “mild” to wild. Better safe and slightly unfulfilled than, well, dead.
We haven’t seen sexy Loni since our No Prop 60 show, and we’re delighted to hear that two of her recent films have been nominated for AVN awards. Loni models her leatherette bustier to the tune of Carmina Formosa‘s Bonobo Way-inspired “The Kinkster.”
Then she doffs her top to reveal her lovely natural boobs (which seem to have grown at least one cup size!) which serve as a luscious altar for Gypsy’s Bonoboville Communion. Then Gypsy returns the favor. It was just a few months ago that Loni was too young to take Communion, so the Womb Room erupts in applause as I waterboard her, bonobo-style, with Xmas-green Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.
GasMaskGirl Returns with Persia
This show also features the return of “GasMaskGirl” co-owned and operated by retired U.S. Army Major Manny Garcia, associate-produced by Sarah Bella Bonobo. This time, Manny brings a beautiful new GasMaskGirl named Persia who comes from where else but Iran. Persia happens to have a Jewish mother and Muslim father, a living example of the #JewsandMuslimsRefusetobeEnemies meme. As I’ve often said, the best answer to bigotry is integration through sex. We chat a bit about life, latex and Tehran. Read more about sex parties from LA to Tehran in Step 10 of The Bonobo Way: “Create Your Own Bonoboville.”
The GasMaskGirls don’t bring their gas masks this time, but that’s okay because Persia looks luminous in an elegant pink and purple latex dress designed by Kathlrrn Kissam, a cousin of Anderson Cooper who has visited Lola ya Bonobo, the bonobo orphan sanctuary that we help to support, even when Manny ties her to a chair.
Though it’s a shame to cover her pretty face, even for a few minutes, we put Bonoboville fetish-connoisseur-in-residence Del Rey’s gasmask on Persia as she sits in chair bondage, just to get a taste of that GasMaskGirl experience.
When a foot fetishist named Kevin calls in from Atlanta, Manny removes Persia’s shoes to reveal her beautiful pedicured feet. My other guests and staff, including premiere foot masseuse Capt’n Max, chime in to give Kevin advice on how to get a woman to let him enjoy his fetish with her feet.
We Are One & We’re On The Doctors!
Diverse as we are and divided as we feel, Ikkor the Wolf steps up to the stage to remind us that “We Are One,” as everyone throws up their index fingers (our fingering fingers!), and Reneé wiggles her butt on Trump’s face.
Shout out to our beloved Team Bonobo reps Daniele Watts & Chef Be*LIVE who came on THE DOCTORS with me to talk about erotic hypnosis, hypnotherapy and the power of orgasms. This show aired Wednesday, and if you missed it, you can see it here.
Kudos to the adorable Dr. Travis Stork, sexy Dr. Nita Landry and winking Dr. Andrew Ordon for a Sex+ interview with me about our work at the Institute, and talk with Daniele and Be*Live about their experiences under hypnosis with me. It’s too bad The Doctors staff wouldn’t let me wear my hat (but at least my hair had recently been done by awesome hairdresser Mark Brown), and of course, the editors cut out my best and funniest lines (and sliced off significant portions of Daniele’s and Be*Live’s stories). I suppose that, like our friends at Cosmo, they felt the need to homogenize us, the better to deliver us in soundbite-sized portions to a fragile America that they feel can’t take my sense of humor. But I’m grateful that they treated the subject matter with respect and seemingly genuine enthusiasm, and hey, it’s good for Biz-Ness.
Speaking of which, if you’d like to experience erotic hypnotherapy, call the Institute at 213-291-9497, and let us take you on a relaxing yet exciting journey into the erotic theater of the mind. If you’d rather learn how to put yourself under, read Step 2 in the 12 Steps to Liberating Your Inner Bonobo in The Bonobo Way.
After the show, the conversation continues under the roof in the Garden of Bonoboville, as we watch the red, green and white lights glitter in the rain, transforming our little garden into a misty waterworld of fairytale fantasy and infinite possibility. The Trumpocalypse looms and, considering the lessons of Weimar Berlin and other similar periods in history, we feel compelled to resist and protest anti-sex repression, racism, misogyny, bullying and militarism. On the other hand, there is always the possibility that things will be different, that it won’t be “so bad,” that miracles happen, and Sex+ goodness will win the day. Though probably not without some effort on our parts.
Well, ‘tis the season to make merry, party like bonobos and share lots of good cheer and loads of big orgasms which, after the guests have left the Garden, I share with my Captain, as always, doing our best to practice what we preach. The Doctors would approve.
© December 11, 2016. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.