Length 01:30:37 Date: July 13th, 2019

by Dr. Susan Block.

Brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners: a socio-sapiosexual milestone has been reached, and an erotic barricade has been breached.

Pre-Show Selfie

Though we’ve done almost a dozen shows in the new Bonoboville of the verdant hills, in this twelfth night of show nights on the Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth, our little Love Church of the Bonobo Way is baptized, verily, by the Holy Waters, the revelatory tongues, the sacred juiciness and spectacular lovemaking of that SUZY-award-winning “Most Bonobo Couple” of bonobo couples, Danièle Watts and Chef Be*Live.

Danièle Watts and Chef Be*Live French-Kiss. Photo: Bianca

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord and the Lady (especially the Lady).

It’s the eve of Danièle and Be*Live’s third wedding anniversary, the day they eloped to legally seal their love match with the blessings of the “DeadHead Reverend” of Las Vegas.

With Sunshine McWane, Chef Be*Live and Danièle Watts. Photo: Harry Sapien

They say “three’s the charm,” but it can also be the death knell of many a not-so-great love. Before I married Max, my relationships would almost always end at the three year mark. But as the clock strikes “three” on their merriest of marriages, Danièle and Be*Live show themselves to be happier, more harmonious, sexier, more loving and more in love than ever.

Joyeux Jour Bastille!

It’s also the eve of Bastille Day!

Bonne Fête Nationale du Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Photo: Harry Sapien

Ah oui, oui, oui… mes freres et mes soeurs… mes coquettes et mes baguettes…  le Marquis de Sade  et le Moulin Rouge…  Bonne Fête Nationale du Joyeux Quatorze Juillet!  Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais… “Happy Bastille Day!” Vive la France!

Vive la France avec des Feux d’Artifice! Photo: Selfie

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Can-Can! 

Can-Can Yoga. Photo: Harry Sapien

Though it’s Bastille Day Eve in Bonoboville LA, in France, it’s already Bastille Day, the biggest French holiday of the year, and not just because it’s Danièle and Be*Live’s wedding anniversary.

On Bastille Day, we eat French baguettes… though sometimes their phallic shape makes us want to suck them. Photo: Bianca

Bastille Day commemorates the “storming of the Bastille,” the dramatic, opening shot of the French Revolution. Old ideas about tradition, monarchy and religious authority were overthrown by the new Enlightenment principles of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité.

Danièle sucks My Big Baguette as Be*Live watches hungrily. Photo: Harry Sapien

That phrase “storming of the Bastille” has certain erotic connotations, and in the second too-hot-for-Facebook half of this all-around amazing show, Danièle and Be*Live act it out for us with bonoboesque exuberance, orgasmic pleasure and lots of French-kissing.

Danièle and Be*Live reenact the Storming of the Bastille. Photo: Harry Sapien

However, the actual July 14^th, 1789 “storming of the Bastille” itself was rather bloody, to say the least, including a mob lynching of the Bastille Governor, followed, over the years, by mass executions of royalty, nobility, clergy and even revolutionaries who had fallen out of favor with other revolutionaries via the famous French guillotine.

The Storming of the Bastille by Jean-Pierre Houel

I’m all for Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité but mass executions—or any executions—are so NOT bonobo.

Menstrual Blood Sacrifice

Danièle and Be*Live see the “bloody” aspects of Bastille Day a little differently, telling tales of Danièle’s menstrual blood to make their garden grow, as well as to create mystical, magical, sacrificial rituals that appear to bring good fortune into their lives. I’m all for recycling and, though I’m no mystic, but I do believe that menstruating is a great monthly sacrifice of pain and loss that a fertile woman makes for the (generally) good fortune of not getting pregnant… at least for that month.

Talking with Danièle and Be*Live about love and menstrual blood. Photo: Bianca

Moreover, it’s a sacrifice in which the victim isn’t killed, though the cramps might make you like you’re going to die. Thank Goddess for cannabis, chocolate and good sex to ease the pain.

The Bread of France and the Blood of Danièle. Photo: Harry Sapien

Of course, shedding menstrual blood is quite different than shedding the blood of one’s fellow humans, even greedy creeps like the French King Louis XVI, the equivalent of today’s billionaire class, with far too much wealth and power for anyone’s good, including their own.

Marie Antoinette as Melania tRump

As I say that, I have to wonder, how different is Melania wearing a jacket that says “I really don’t care. Do U?” on a visit to a migrant children’s concentration camp from Marie Antoinette saying “Let them eat cake” in response to the outcry, “The people need bread!” At least Marie probably never said that phrase, whereas we know Melania wore the jacket.

America Now VS France in 1789

As America’s refugee prisons grow, with more and more children, as well as adults, in cages,  as environmental conditions worsen for everyone (but especially the poor), as more power and cash gets gobbled up by the greedy mouths and grasping hands of the ecocidal plutocratic American oligarchical billionaire class, it’s tempting to say, “Guillotine the bastards!” 

No guillotines in BonoboVille. We just spank your butt with a baguette… and gag you with another one. Photo: Bianca

Nevertheless, here in BonoboVille, we’d rather make love not war. 

Shoot Water Pistols, Not Real Pistols–especially in this HEAT! Photo: Harry Sapien

We’d rather shoot water pistols than AR-15s.

Giving Sunshine’s Sapiosexual Bottom – “I have the pussy, so I make the rules” – a Baguette-Spanking. Photo: Unscene Abe

And instead of the guillotine, we just spank your bare bottom with a fresh baguette.

Le joix de la fessée avec une baguette fraîche! Photo: Unscene Abe

Whack! Whack! Ooh la la, le joix de la fessée! The joy of spanking, indeed.

The American who really needs a spanking—and not a joyous one—is, of course, Monsieur tRump. The Trumpus takes the worst of the French—Macron’s Bastille Day military parade—and tries to copy it (badly), and he loves French fries, which aren’t even French (they’re Belgian). Meanwhile, he rejects the best of the French—the Paris Climate Accord—and spurns fine French champagne.  

Putting our tRump voodoo doll under gag order with a baguette before spanking him with another one. Photo: Harry Sapien

This week’s horrific images include Pence looking tense while touring tRump’s concentration camp in his too-long jacket (to cover his vulnerable ass?), scrunching up his Christian nose at the terrible smell as sweltering, suffering refugees fling themselves at the wire barriers, shouting “No shower! No toothbrush! No food!”

Pence looking tense at tRump’s refugee concentration camp

The terrible irony is that we say these people aren’t “American citizens” (not that their citizenship matters as the conditions they’re suffering are the Constitutional definition of “cruel”), yet their ancestors are the Native Americans who lived here before most of our own ancestors came here from Europe, Africa (by force) and Asia. Prisons have better facilities, and they are pretty bad.

Unfortunately, the leading Democrats are not much better. The Trumpus and Nancy “Impeachment is Off the Table” Pelosi are best friends now, both ganging up on Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and the other progressives in Congress.

Danièle smacks (or caresses?) the big furry balls of the baguette-gagged Trumpus. Photo: Harry Sapien

Even Danièle, who “loves” tRump—partly because she “loves everybody,” partly because she’s in awe of his performance art (Hitler and Mussolini were pretty effective performance artists too), partly because she has “daddy issues,” and partly because she feels burned by the Dems (don’t we all?)—gives our tRump voodoo doll’s big balls a whack and a stern talking-to.

PHOTOS 1,2,4,5: HARRY SAPIEN.  PHOTO 3: BIANCA

They bring a friend (who shall remain nameless) who’s a super tRump supporter and drives half of Bonoboville crazy in the post-show party. Call us old-fashioned socialists (with a capitalist endeavor to pay rent, Internet and edibles), but Capt’n Max and I find it increasingly disturbing that more and more artsy types are giving up or going nuts and jumping on the Trumpus bandwagon to Hell. It’s worse than Post-Trump Sex Disorder, and will probably cost us and many other species the livability of the very Earth we live on.

Happy Year of the Pig! Some pigs (like most billionaires) are greedy but others are generous (like Be*Live!). We got these fabulous fornicating pigs in Cannes. Les cochons d’amour français! Photo: Bianca

Everything is Free, including Pee

Okay, off of my political soapbox and back to my beloved, loving couple of the night who French-kiss and canoodle, as they talk about how their relationship has evolved to be more loving, sharing, forgiving, harmonious and, dare I say, more bonobo.

Danièle Watts as Coco in Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained

I squeeze in a plug (yes, pun intended!) to Danièle’s latest mainstream cinematic project, Everything is Free, starring and directed by Brian Jordan Alvarez (now appearing on Will and Grace), and in which Danièle (who starred in Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained) co-stars in as well as co-produces. Gary Goldstein writes in The LA Times that the Everything is Free “evokes one of those uninhibited, free-love youth flicks circa 1969—just more self-aware, less self-serious and a whole lot gayer.”

Nevertheless, ever since her erotic automobile adventure with Be*Live that led to traumatic encounters with the LAPD (rhymes with PTSD), Danièle has been on a slightly left of Hollywood path, a scenic route that led the two to Bonoboville on Max’s and my 24^th Wedding Anniversary, then a Pansensual special, an appearance with me on The Doctors, a Splosh ‘n’ Art show that turned into our first Speakeasy Journal, a tour de force Lupercalia (in which they played Romulus and Remus), our 26^th Wedding Anniversary, a Valentine Splosh spectacular and many more amazing shows in between.

Showing off Danièle and Be*Live’s wedding anniversary gift: the new SPANK ‘n’ ART Speakeasy Journal. Photo: Harry Sapien

Speaking of our Speakeasy Journal, after Max segues from Danièle and Be*Live’s menstrual tales into memories of the “Kotex Issue” of Love Magazine, we give the anniversary couple a fresh, unbloodied copy of our newest Journal,  Spank ‘n’ Art, censored by Amazon, but available here.

As we’re looking at the fabulous photos featuring the two of them, including a fabulous one from Lupercalia 2017 featuring naked Be*Live dancing on the bed and naked Danièle putting on (or taking off?) the Putin mask, I notice Danièle is missing.

One of the Lupercalia pages in SPANK ‘n’ Art… Photo: Jux Lii

I call her name and suddenly, she appears from behind my desk, next to my adorable assistant Sunshine McWane, holding a glass of what looks like water, but… isn’t.

Danièle shows off her crystal clear pee in a glass. Photo: Harry Sapien

“I had to pee!” Danièle proclaims.

Let the baptizing begin!

Sloppy French-Kiss. Photo: Harry Sapien

Amen and Awomen.

Happily Married SEX!

Be*Live and Danièle love to get naked, though they also wear great clothes, most of which is what Danièle delightedly calls “trash,” obtained by their benefactor Jacob Sokoloff at the various swap meets he attends like Church on Sunday.

In keeping with the French theme, Danièle’s blue grass skirt (well, half a skirt) is evocative of Josephine Baker, the marvelous 1920s jazz dancer, spurned in her native U.S. just before she was crowned Queen of Paris, in her more famous “Danse Sauvage” skirt, made of a string of rubber bananas.

Who’s That Ape? Photo: Author

We talk about being sapiosexual homo sapiens, being great apes, being huggable mammals, human animals, and how important it is to get in touch with our animal nature, especially our bonobo side, if we are ever to save ourselves from impending Capitalogenic doom.

It’s Danièle Watts! Bonobo mask by Mario Saucedo. Plus check out who’s between the ears: Ana! Photo: Author

I don’t often use the word “authenticity” since it has been so overused by some of the world’s most inauthentic poseurs; but Danièle is the real deal.

PHOTOS: HARRY SAPIEN

With great passion that seems to come up from her womb, she declares that her acting training is what gives her the authenticity that she so bravely displays. I think it goes a lot deeper than acting training; we all know of actors who have had plenty of training, yet display about as much authenticity as a set of boob implants.

No implants here! Photo: Selfie

Nothing against implants; if you want ’em, go ahead and get ’em! Enjoy! Nevertheless, they’re sort of the antithesis of authenticity.

Who says Da Vinci’s “Last Supper” isn’t a pillow? Photo Bianca

Always a child of Christ, as she and Be*Live both were raised in the Seventh Day Adventist faith (though at this point, you could say they are as “lapsed” as you can get, yet as spiritual as can “Be”), Danièle seesaws between “good girl” and “bad girl” as she moves and grooves through life.

Spanking Danièle on “The Last Supper” with a baguette and Jackhammer Jesus. Photo: Harry Sapien

I throw the “Last Supper” pillow down on the carpet for her to rest upon Christ’s face, surrounded by his good and bad disciples, as I spank her naughty “embarrassed” (“mmm bare assed”) bottom with a baguette and her favorite dildo—Jackhammer Jesus.

Is Christ’s “body” the baguette? Is Christ’s “blood” Danièle’s menstrual blood?

Hubby spanked baguette-stuffed Wifey. Photo: Harry Sapien

Of course, after a few spanks, the baguette falls apart, giving new meaning to the old phrase “breaking bread.”

PHOTOS 1,4,5: HARRY SAPIEN. PHOTOS 2-3: BIANCA

Then Be*Live joins the fun, the clothes come off, and the party is on.

Rest your head on Mama’s knee, My Blessed Beloved Child of Sex. We may or may not be “Children of God,” but we are all Children of Sex. Photo: Harry Sapien.

Obviously, this is the part where we turn the Facebook Live cam into the forest, for Marky Z not to see/

Keep the Body of Christ close to your heart. Photo: Harry Sapien

There are even some photos we can’t show you on this blog, though you can see them in the Bonoboville “Forbidden Photograph” Gallery for “Be*Live and Danièle Storm the Bastille.”

Though the video is completely uncensored and FREE on DrSuzy.Tv.

With the “Most Bonobo Couple” of Bonoboville. Photo: Harry Sapien

Be*Live and Danièle have gotten pretty wild before on DrSuzy.Tv, but this might be the wildest they’ve gotten—in a purely sexual sense—like an emination of the ancient Greek God Eros and his great love who became his wife, the human girl who evolved into a Goddess, Psyche.

Maybe it’s the new space.

With Jackhammer Jesus on her back and a baguette on Mmm Bare Ass, Danièle speaks before (and after) performing “French” on Be*Live’s baguette! See more in the Forbidden Photographs. Photo: Bianca

Maybe it’s because it’s Bastille Day, and “French” is oral sex which Danièle joyously gives to a very hard Be*Live (see the Forbidden Photographs) in between making profound sapiosexual declarations of love, passion and performance art.

Authentic Third Wedding Anniversary Sex! Accept No Imitations! Photo: Bianca

Maybe it’s because we haven’t seen them in five months.

Are we not blessed to have these precious beings in our sanctuary? Photo: Harry Sapien

Maybe it’s because, for the first time, they’re the only guests on the show, so they don’t have to worry about “stealing it” from anyone.  They can just relax and take over.

Mystery Bonobo listens to Danièle as Be*Live spanks her ass and pushes his hard cock up against her wet vulva. Photo: Bianca

Maybe it’s the mysterious bonobo who hovers nearby like an angel or an alien escaped from Area 51.

PHOTO 1: BIANCA.  PHOTOS 2-4: HARRY SAPIEN

Maybe it’s because, between the baguettes, Jackhammer Jesus, the microphones, the Eiffel Tower and Be*Live’s cock, there are a lot of phallic objects in this show.

Be*Live begins to storm the Bastille as Danièle opens the gates while I woman my position with the baguette. Photo: Bianca

Maybe it’s because it’s their third wedding anniversary!

Amen and Awomen!

The Storming of the Bastille

They almost have intercourse, but not quite (got to save something for next time!), though the happy hubby fingers his wonderful wifey into an anniversary orgasm of stupendous performance art proportions.

Be*Live STORMS Danièle’s BASTILLE. Photo: Harry Sapien

It’s the Storming of the Bastille, bonobo-style.

Our cover image uncensored. Photo: Bianca

Ooh la la, indeed. C’est merveilleux!

Post-orgasm (or continuing orgasm?), Danièle pees (or squirts?) again into a glass. Photo: Harry Sapien

Then Danièle declares her need to pee into a glass yet again.

PHOTOS: BIANCA

Her “urine” is so crystal-clear, it makes me wonder if it’s female ejaculation. Squirt, amrita or golden nectar, it’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters! The water of life.

Danièle turns our couch into a trampoline!  Photo: Bianca

Then the clock strikes 12 midnight.

PHOTOS 1-4: UNSCENE ABE.  PHOTO 5: AUTHOR

That means it’s officially Bastille Day in LA, and Be*Live and Danièle’s third anniversary.

Signed Journals – one old (1995) and one new (2019) for the Special Couple. Photo: Selfie

It’s also time to wind up the live broadcast with a kiss, couch-jumping, fine French champagne (lol), some silly selfies, a bunch of political arguments (mainly between the tRumper and various denizens of Bonoboville), Journal-signing, more baguette spankings and a lot of love.

PHOTOS: UNSCENE ABE

Then before we can say “my how time flies,” it’s just the two oldsters—married nine times as many years as Danièle and Be*Live—taking to bed to take all that excitement into our own orgasms.

27 Years & Counting! Photo: Selfie

Oh and one more thing: Thank you Women Fitness Magazine for thanking me for virtually inventing the “phenomenon” of “phone sex therapy” back in the 1980s.

What a great article! True, it’s mostly about me (lol), but it’s also about the “healing” benefits of phone sex therapy.

Capt’n Max says, “Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone and Dr. Suzy invented Telephone Sex Therapy.” Photo: Harry Sapien

As Capt’n Max says, “Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone and Dr. Suzy invented Telephone Sex Therapy.”

I’ll close this journal with more happy anniversary wishes to Danièle and Be*Live!

Be*Live’s got the scoop! Photo: Abe Bonobo

Keep it going, growing, flowing and bonobo-ing—for yourselves and for the world.

Your love is such a great inspiration to all of us.

Much love to YOU, Danièle and Be*Live, on your third wedding anniversary, from all of us here at the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in the new BonoboVille. Photo: Selfie

© July 14, 2019. 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.