State of The Female Ejaculation Nation
World-renowned female ejaculation expert and Squirt Salon star Deborah Sundahl came over to the Speakeasy from Erotica LA the other night just in time to join me for a State of the Female Ejaculation Nation Address on RadioSuzy1.
It was an intense 90 minutes. Though Deborah and I keep in touch – both wet and dry – she hasn’t been here in the flesh since that amazing orgasmic night almost two and a half years ago when we flooded the Speakeasy with Holy Water, peace, pleasure and knowledge. Since she has recently been traveling the world helping women to squirt, it seemed like a good time to address the State of the Female Ejaculation Nation. Of course, this is more of an ocean than a country that we’re talking about here, and it encompasses the whole world. As for the “State,” it’s wetter than the City of New Orleans in the wake of Katrina – in a good way, of course, in an orgasmic way.
Women have been squirting probably for about as long as men have. But most ladies suppress this ability, consciously or unconsciously, or don’t even know that they have it. Lately, more and more women have changed their thinking about FE and are letting themselves squirt or learning to do it. More and more men and women are accepting female ejaculation as a natural, exciting aspect of female sexuality. Fewer and fewer are confusing it with urine. There is nothing wrong with a nice golden shower, if you’re into that. But female ejaculate, though it may contain traces of urine, has a totally different chemical composition. Learn more about it in our Squirting Index, check out the Squirt Salon or listen to Squirt Radio in our Radio Archives, where you’ll also hear Melo Girl Rachel, Speakeasy photographer and female ejaculatrix Lydia Teez, Yale Boy Romo, his hot squirting mama Lynn and Paul the Austrian from Sri Lanka all talking about their experiences with “amrita,” the tantric term for female ejaculate.
Men squirt too, of course. And the next day, after a particularly special blowjob, my H picked me up a dazzling reproduction of Alexandre Cabanel’s “Birth of Venus” (see above) showing the voluptuous Goddess of Love surrounded by baby Eros angels, born full-figured (and oh, what a figure!) from the Sea on a hot cresting Wave of Amrita.
Healing the Healer
A year ago, when my body was attacked by an out-of-the-blue invasion of almost-lethal septic shock, an excellent team of USC-LAC doctors and nurses saved my life. I owe all of them a tremendous debt of gratitude. One of the surgeons, whom I’ll call Dr. K, was particularly instrumental in bringing me back from the Underworld, thanks to his surgical skills, intelligence and medical team leadership, as well as the extraordinary, almost mystical empathy and encouragement he exuded toward me as I took my first tentative steps away from Hades’ edge, back to the Land of the Living. In a way, Dr. K was my Orpheus. But unlike Eurydice, I did not look back…
Since my release from the hospital exactly one year ago, we’ve kept in touch. Dr. K has helped me in my ongoing recovery, as well as in understanding my hospital “experience” for a book I am writing about “my date with death.” Over the months, I’ve come to admire some of the other facets of Dr. K’s intense dedication to healing the sick and helping the less fortunate, including volunteering at a clinic in El Salvador.
Now suddenly, the world has turned upside down, and the healer needs healing.
Last week, I invited Dr. K over for dinner just before I had to go in for another minor surgery related to my illness of last year. To my surprise, he told me that he too was going in for surgery, also “minor,” to correct a slight heart arrhythmia that made him susceptible to a stroke. Of course, no matter how “minor,” going under the knife is serious business. In Dr. K’s own words, “Surgery is the failure of medicine. It should only be undertaken as a last resort.”
This reminds me of a parallel observation by Robert Fisk: “War is the failure of diplomacy.” At least surgery sometimes saves lives (like mine); war never does.
I called Dr. K a couple days after his surgery. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was just exhausted from his stint on the other side of the scalpel. I didn’t worry until yesterday, when David told me that Dr. K’s father, also a physician whom I’d met at one of our holiday dinners, was on the line. My heart sank as I listened to the senior Dr. K patiently informing me, “during the operation, there was a blood clot in his brain… When he woke up, he was unable to remember his own name. ”
Now the hero who saved my life is struggling to regain his own.
He is a very strong man, strong enough to “feel the pain” of his patients, as well as open up their fragile bodies and heal them. I believe he can heal himself. I’ve spoken to him several times over the past 24 hours, and he seems to be regaining his formidable mental faculties. He has a family of fellow doctors all helping him deal with this. But it is a very slow, scary process. As Sara Sioux commented when I told her the news: Doesn’t it just suck that the brainy guy is the one to get brain damage?
Yes, it does. And yes, life tends to be like that, always skateboarding around the rim of death.
But there is hope for my doctor, my hero, my friend. More significant, there is already evidence of improvement. There is a chance that most, if not all of the damage is not permanent. As those of you who know me know, I’m not a big believer in the power of prayer, and my skepticism is buttressed by recent studies. But I do believe in hope as a catalyst for recovery, I have faith in the power of human determination. He’s got a terribly rough road ahead of him, but I believe that Dr. K will heal himself and become a healer again.
I believe that he will be an even better doctor for this. Stay tuned…
August 4th: A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream @ the Speakeasy
Our next live TV broadcast and orgiastic after-party will be Saturday night, August 4th. Get ready for another extraordinary erotic night of fantasies-come- true with artists and exhibitionists, voyeurs and connoisseurs, singers and swingers, professors and porn stars, masters and maids, mistresses and slaves, clowns and Melo girls, where we will launch our hot new community site bonoboway.com, and make mad passionate merriment in the sizzling heat of another El Lay summer at the living legendary Speakeasy. Don’t miss out! Get current with your Block Studios Membership, and make your August 4th Reservations now (before the suggested donation goes up ;-).