Length 1:27:19 Date: May 30, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

As fiery protests rage through America, we discuss the horrific sadistic murder of George Floyd, the pandemic of police brutality and the vital cause of Black Lives Matter. We also have fun exploring cuckold play from the bull’s point of view on this multi-themed Bedside Chat, and we interview living legend Keli Richards, fabulous “Anal Queen”-Next-Door of the “Golden Age of Porn” and Caught from Behind 4 fame, now making a comeback as a hot MILF. Finally and quite climactically, we wind up Masturbation Month with a vibrating, jill-off CLIMAX.

Cracking the Whip with Sunshine to kick off another Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse in the midst of Fiery Protests. Photo: Harry Sapien

Wow, what a show!

America on Fire

It’s my 10^th Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse, inspired by FDR’s Fireside Chats.

Fire isn’t just a metaphor on this show.  America is on fire as we broadcast live.  As I write this, it’s still burning.

Fire and fury. Righteous fury and raging fires shining a light on racist police brutality.

George Floyd dying, crying “I can’t breathe,” with a policeman’s knee to his neck.

Breonna Taylor, shot to death by cops breaking into the wrong apartment.

Ahmaud Arbery shot to death being pursued by a former police officer and his son.

And that’s just last week.

Minneapolis Police Precinct on fire as protestors rage against the kind of police brutality and systemic sadism that killed George Floyd.

The fires of protest shine a bright light upon an ugly truth we’ve been grappling with since White Europeans stole—aka looted—this land from the Native Americans, then got rich through the brutal slavery of Africans.

The looting continues as the Trumpus, McConnell, Graham, etc., loot a trillion dollars from taxpayers during a pandemic.and hand the moneybags over to their billionaire donors.

This is not to condone stealing anything, but grabbing a comforter or a pair of sneakers from Target is nothing compared to the looting that corporations and billionaires do to the rest of America every day.

Our society needs more systemic changes to combat racism, sexism, capitalism and the cult of death that has ruled America since White Europeans literally looted this land for their personal benefit.

As of this broadcast, the huge protests were mostly peaceful with the majority of protesters even looking out for each other by wearing masks.

They started in the big cities, but branched out to wealthy enclaves like Beverly Hills, militarized cops surrounding them, as they shouted, “Eat the Rich!”

Yummmm… like sweet cannolis and cream pies, “the rich” make the perfect snack with coffee after an afternoon delight.

Don’t get nervous now; nobody’s advocating cannibalism here; more like just taxing billionaires so that the poor aren’t faced with the choice of stealing or starving.

Yes, some of the protestors turned into “rioters,” smashing windows, looting and committing sporadic violence. But most are peaceful, and some of the rioters, trashers and looters were MAGA goons and even a few bored millionaires.

So, what does our President do in this perilous moment? Instead of saying the simple but powerful mantra “Black Lives Matter” or anything to to try to calm the flames of rage, the Trumpus adds fuel to the fire, quoting the evil racist Alabama governor George Wallace who was quoting evil racist Miami police Chief Walter Headley, “When the looting starts, the shooting starts.”

That’s a clear threat to kill protesters, compounded by calling for “MAGA Night” so that his supporters might flock to the White House barricades to attack those protesting. Except for a few nutjobs, like the lunatic wielding a crossbow, they mostly didn’t answer his call as some were too busy pretending to be protestors while looting, while most were just sitting on their pale cowardly asses, getting off on the sheer sadism of George Floyd’s murder.

Sadistic Policing

Yes, pressing your knee against the neck of a handcuffed human for almost nine minutes as he pleads, “I can’t breathe” is sadism, pure and evil.

“Sadism”—the word stemming from the vicious pleasures documented, perpetrated and imagined by the notorious Marquis de Sade—is a little different from callous or indifferent brutality. It is conscious, very deliberate cruelty that sexually arouses the sadist.

There’s nothing wrong with consensual sadism, which is the basis for BDSM (the “SM” stands for “sadomasochism,” along with “bondage & discipline” and “Dominant/submissive), as long as the sadist is dominating a consenting masochist (someone who is aroused by receiving pain) with care for their safety and well-being.

Obviously, George Floyd was not consenting, and nobody cared for his safety and well-being except the anguished bystanders, whose cries of “Get off of him,” “You’re killing him” and “He’s a human being!” were ignored or even relished by the sadistic cop, one Derek Chauvin.

Bedside Chat on the dangers of sadistic police. Photo: Harry Sapien

Interestingly, Chauvin and Floyd both worked as part-time security guards at the same nightclub, El Nuevo Rodeo. It’s hard to say at this point how well they knew each other. According to the club’s former owner, Maya Santamaria, Chauvin (who worked outside) had a tendency to pepper spray unruly patrons, especially on “Urban Nights.” I can just imagine that Officer Chauvin might have been jealous of George Floyd (who worked inside), a popular, tall, dark and handsome “sweetheart” whom “everybody loved.”

In other words, this seems to have been a very personal, very sadistic lynching under color of law.

There’s also a rumor going around that Floyd performed in porn.  Some are circulating a clip featuring a guy who looks a lot like George Floyd and calls himself “Floyd the Landlord… from Houston,” trying to shame Floyd and his supporters. This is all too common in our slut-shaming society, even when the porn is produced legally by consenting adults. Others say it’s irrelevant to his murder.

That may be so, but it’s also possible that, since they worked together, Chauvin heard the rumor or watched the clip of Floyd’s porn adventures. Maybe he was jealous or felt cuckolded (in a negative “cucked” way) by his fellow security guard, fueling his sadistic tendencies when fate put Floyd into Chauvin’s hands and under his knee.

The sadistic quality of Chauvin’s knee on Floyd’s neck as he dies, begging for his life and his mother, makes the videos of his death especially vile to most of us.

However, I’m afraid that these virtual snuff films are quite arousing for many sadistic racists, some of whom happen to be fellow cops.

This is one reason why so many are on the streets; because just showing the police brutality that’s caught on our ubiquitous cell phones is not enough to foster change in our society.  Not at all.

In fact, for the worst among us, it’s a voyeuristic, sadistic turn-on.

Sadism is usually very personal, like when violent incels take out their jealous rage on victims they feel are getting more out of life than they are. Chauvin wasn’t exactly an incel (involuntary celibate), though the way his wife divorced him so quickly, I doubt they were having much sex even before he murdered Floyd.

The greater problem is that in American police forces, like in the American military (see Abu Ghraib, for starters), sadism is systemic. Sadists like Chauvin often have a history of similar actions because they have a propensity to engage in them, and their colleagues either join in or stay silent. One obvious step our police departments need to take is to fire—and sometimes arrest—bad cops like Chauvin more quickly and easily.

This needs to happen at the lowest and highest levels. One cop that ought to go right now is LAPD Chief Michael Moore who had the despicable gall and/or supreme stupidity to say that George Floyd’s “death is on [protestors’ and looters’] hands, as much as it is on those officers’.” Moore later apologized, but the damage was done. Even the Trumpus couldn’t say something more ignorant.

Then again…

When former San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kapernick and others took a knee to protest the police knees and guns that were and still are killing human beings for nothing but being black, our Presidunce fueled that fire by calling them “sons of bitches.”

Now the Big Bully-in-Chief has his knee on the neck of American democracy. If we don’t somehow get him off of us, he’ll keep on choking it until democracy dies.

His presidency is already killing a lot of us. COVID deaths in America have passed 100,000, and the dead are disproportionately poor people of color, many crying, “I can’t breathe!” in their final moments.

Of course, sympathy isn’t tRump’s thing. Mr. “Law and Order,” to the chagrin of even the Pentagon and “Mad Dog” Mattis, exhorted governors and police to “dominate” the protestors.

By “dominate,” he doesn’t mean fun furry cuffs and consensual spankings. He means tear gas, mace and rubber bullets. The made-for-TV Dick-tator’s sadism is very nonconsensual.

So, it was appalling but not surprising that his unctuous asslicking attorney Bill Barr (yes, supposedly he’s the U.S. Attorney General, but he might as well be the Orange One’s personal lawyer), had peaceful protestors teargassed so Dear Leader could pose with a Bible for his divisive and absurd “leadership moment” at St. John’s Episcopal Church, aka the Church of the Presidents, whose ministers were outraged by his blatant exploitation of their Church as a backdrop to call for a Christian Crusade against protestors.

Of course, this is the same Presidunce who, instead of uttering the simple but powerful mantra “Black Lives Matter” or anything to try to calm the flames of rage, poured fuel on the fire, quoting evil racist Alabama governor George Wallace who was quoting evil racist Miami police Chief Walter Headley, “When the looting starts, the shooting starts.”

Mobilized by this sadistic rhetoric, like teenage boys excited by dirty talk, “riot” police in military gear and National Guard all over the country are using clearly excessive force against peaceful protesters.

Of course, not all cops are sadists. Some even appear to be moved by the demonstrations, “taking a knee” along with the protestors. Maybe it’s just for show, but it’s a far better show than tear gas rubber bullets. Still, there are too many Chauvin-types, ready and armed to “dominate” those they are sworn to “protect and serve” with deadly force. Extra deadly if you’re a “son of a bitch.”

So, the Trumpus Rumpus has got to go! Vote him out, take him out, whip his sickening, incendiary, narcissistic, sadistic rump out of the people’s White House.

But that can’t be the end of our fight for racial justice, equality and the right for to live without deadly, often sadistic police harassment.

It must, in my opinion, be a peaceful fight. That’s the Bonobo Way, not to mention the Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Way. But it’s a relentless fight. Hopefully, the George Floyd Uprising is taking the fight several steps forward.

It’s not just about firing a few bad cops, though that’s a good start. Police should receive training in how to manage their emotions—including their anger, jealousy, insecurity, sadism and, of course, racism.  If they want to express their sadism or sadomasochism, they should learn how to do it in a consensual way (off-duty!), perhaps at DomCon 2020 (where, it happens, I will be Mistress of Ceremonies). There are actually often quite a few off-duty police at these BDSM gatherings; they tend to be the good cops because they know how to separate their sadistic desires from their police work.

Police forces could also start implementing Campaign Zero’s eight policies to decrease police violence, though more radical police reform is needed.

The fires of protest shine a bright light upon ugly truths we’ve been grappling with since White Christian Europeans stole—aka looted—this land from the Native Americans, then got rich through the brutal slavery of Africans.

The looting continues as the Trumpus, Mitch McConnell, Lindsay Graham, etc., steal a trillion dollars from taxpayers during a pandemic that disproportionately afflicts people of color, handing the moneybags over to their billionaire donors, who happen to be disproportionately Caucasian.

This is not to condone stealing anything, but grabbing a pair of panties or a microwave from Target is nothing compared to the corporate and billionaire class looting of working Americans and people all over the world every day.

Dump tRump, to be sure, get his big fat fascist knee off our neck and send him to prison for higher education in nonconsensual sadomasochism.

But America needs much deeper, radical and systemic changes to combat the violent racism, sexism, capitalism and the cult of death that has ruled this land since white Europeans began looting it and enslaving their fellow human beings for their personal economic benefit and nonconsensual sadistic pleasure over 500 years ago.

Speaking of violent sexism, check out my newest piece on Incel Terrorism in Counterpunch, which also has many other illuminating articles on the Floyd lynching, the protests and the changes we need to make going forward.

Cuckolding Bull’s Eye

On the lighter side, the live broadcast of this show is the CLIMAX of Masturbation Month. Though we mourn George Floyd and too many others killed by police brutality and ugly sadism, we also discuss and celebrate SEX… and “Love in the time of Coronavirus.”

Sexual fantasy is a great accompaniment to self-pleasure. Many guys and some women are especially aroused by cuckold fantasies.

Just watching porn is a form of cuckolding, since the straight porn viewer is usually looking at a woman he finds desirable having sex with another man

They might be very intrigued by the call we take from “Chris Logan,” who had responded to one of my tweets about providing phone sex therapy for a cuckold fetishist, saying that he was a bull, and is now calling to explain and explore his lifestyle of the past seven years.

In cuck-speak, a “bull” is someone who has sex with hotwives in cuckolding couples. A bull could be a woman or a gender-fluid individual, but usually the bull in a cuckolding threesome is a man.

Chris enjoys sexual dominance and even has a bit of a sadistic streak, having long loved the fantasy and reality of seducing another man’s wife. He started by cheating with married women, then realized it was better and more “logical” to do it with the cuckold husband’s enthusiastic consent.

At this point, Chris has had a few very positive sexual relationships with couples. Once, he even impregnated the hotwife, with the cuckold husband’s consent, and now the couple is raising his baby. In that context, he considers himself a “sperm donor”… though it sounds like a lot more fun than looking at a porn magazine in a clinic before jacking off into a little jar.

Speaking of sperm, Chris says he read my Sperm Wars journal with great interest. Just as a cuckold’s sperm count rises, his erection gets harder and his ejaculation is more powerful when he sees, suspects or just fantasizes that his wife is having sex with another man—whether he “likes” it or not—so a bull is also more aroused by having sex with a woman who’s married to someone else.

The cuckolding fetish is more common than you might think. I often say that just watching porn is a form of cuckolding, since the straight porn viewer is usually looking at a woman he finds desirable having sex with another man.

Chris especially likes the “push-pull” of a cuckolding threesome: the cuckold/husband “pushes” the hotwife towards Chris the bull who “pulls” her towards him. One of his favorite positions is to “pump (his) potency” into the hotwife as she lies in her cuckolded husband’s arms.

He often makes friends with the cuckold as well as the hotwife and tries to get a sense of what both enjoy.  His goal is to please both of them. This stands in stark contrast to the sadistic dominance of cops like Chauvin who use their power to hurt people and so-called “leaders” like the Trumpus who, in Anderson Cooper’s choice words, “seems to think dominating Black people, dominating peaceful protestors is law and order. It’s not. He calls them thugs? Who is the thug here? Hiding in a bunker? Hiding behind a suit? Who is the thug?”

If only more dominant men could be like Chris Logan and not Derek Chauvin or tRump.

It’s the Bonobo Way!

Keli Richards: 80s Anal Queen-Next-Door

My featured guest has been the object of many fantasies for almost 35 years.

Keli Richards THEN (masturbating) and NOW (on DrSuzy.Tv!

Keli Richards is an adult film legend, star of over 70 films and videos from The Golden Age of Porn in the mid-80s, known for her Girl-Next-Door, all-natural, good looks, Back East style and great go-for-it, Boston-accented spunky personality.

She’s also known as an Anal Queen, based on her stellar booty-packing performances in such classics as Caught from Behind 4. So I call her the “Anal Queen-Next-Door.” After all, when she emerged on the porn scene in 1984, she was a lot of guys’ fantasy of the girl-next-door who, if you treated her right—or even, unfortunately, if you didn’t—would take your throbbing member through her beautiful back door.

Keli is still a lot of guys’ fantasy, though now she’s more of a MILF, of course, and her goal is to win an award for “MILF of the Year.”

She also wants to reestablish her reputation for taking some of the biggest cocks in the business in her bootang.

Yes indeed, after over three decades, Keli Richards is making a cum-back!

Keli the Survivor

We start by chatting about her life. It’s been tough, to say the least, but Keli’s a survivor, and she’s learned a lot that she feels can help others, one of her personal crusades being attaining and maintaining “mental health.”

Bedside Chat with Keli Richards

I already know some of the facts of her life from listening to an excellent though harrowing Rialto Report interview with her, and her chat fills in even more.

Born in Boston to a big Italian/Irish Catholic family, Keli was the youngest of eight kids.

Her mom was very strict and spanked her over-the-knee with a wooden spoon.

As I often say, don’t spank your children; it will only teach them that violence is the answer to problems. Do spank consenting adults who enjoy being spanked.

She was closer to her father, a World War II veteran who held two jobs to support his family, one as a police officer. According to Keli, he was a “good cop,” always helping people and working hard, teaching her a “strong work ethic.”

But he suffered from PTSD, and one terrible night, he shot himself in the head, dying instantly. Little Keli, only 12 at the time, was devastated. She blamed her mother who had initiated divorce proceedings right before the fatal shot. Keli also thinks her mom was having an affair, but would never admit to it.

“I love my mother,” Keli declares. “But I don’t like her.”

Though they never met, you could say Keli took after her grandmother who she later learned was a “Lady of the Night.”

Keli’s first experience with sex was awful as she was raped by a classmate in his family’s basement. She didn’t tell anyone, thinking she’d be blamed. Unfortunately, she was probably right about that. In those days, teenage sex was always considered to be the girl’s fault. In many places, it still is.

Masked Mars FX and Unscene Abe man the broadcast bay as I chat with Keli Richards on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Harry Sapien

She wasn’t the greatest student, but Keli loved running track. Was she trying, on some level, to run away? “I’m still running,” she laughs.

Soon enough, she was “running” off to California to live with the older brother she hardly knew.  Just before the move, she’d discovered her nemesis: cocaine (through her older sister). She was hardly fit for her brother’s strait-laced ways. After she got arrested trying to cash a bad check, her brother kicked her out, and she was on her own.

That’s when she saw an ad in the paper that would change her life.

New Girl On Set

She thought she was auditioning to be in a commercial, but when she showed up at World Modeling Talent Agency, and Jim South requested that she strip for some Polaroids, she got the idea.

Keli Richards in Black & White.

She didn’t mind. Having been insecure about her appearance in high school, she was feeling more confident.

No doubt, Keli doesn’t have one of those blank Barbie Doll faces that are traditionally considered the epitome of loveliness in Western civilization. She’s more of an ethnic beauty; though she’s Italian, she could look Jewish, Spanish or Armenian. H

er features convey a certain raw authenticity, and her face is never blank, always showing joy, sadness, anger, passion, desperation, ecstasy or whatever intense feeling is passing through her.

People who like intensity tend to love Keli Richards.

And wow, what a body! All that running paid off.

Keli is intensely enthusiastic about Jim South, now 90 years old, and what a gentleman, great agent, father figure (as might be expected knowing her parents’ past, Keli loves her father figures) and good friend he was throughout her life, even during the decades she had nothing to do with porn.

Testify, Sister Keli! Photo: Harry Sapien

Though she always carried porn in her heart.

The Making of an Anal Queen

It all started in 1984. Ronald Reagan had been president for almost four years, and Ron Jeremy had been doing porn for almost a decade.  It was towards the end of the “Golden Age of Porn” which commenced in the 1970s, featuring some of the older big budget porn film stars like Ron, John Holmes, Vanessa del Rio and Jamie Gillis as well as the newer video-era stars like Nina Hartley, Ginger Lynn, Karen Summer, Sharon Mitchell, Tom Byron, Traci Lords and Dick Rambone.

Keli with Dick Rambone and our old friend Ron Jeremy. Photo: Harry Sapien

Keli was the new girl. Immediately, she felt comfortable having sex on camera, and her feelings never changed over the two whirlwind years that she did porn.

Interestingly, she says though she partied throughout those two years, and she did for many years before and after, she never snorted coke, smoked crack or did any drugs at all on set. Though often, she’d show up after having been up all night partying.

 “We didn’t have to suit up, we just showed up,” explains Keli.

Porn filmmaking was fun and relatively easy for Keli who was used to a tougher life, though of course, her family disapproved. And then there was the time her film set got raided as part of the infamous Traci Lords scandal in which Traci used a fake ID to conceal the fact that she was two years underage.

Ironically, when Bonoboville was raided just before a show, my featured guest was Ginger Lynn. Fortunately, that nightmare (check out my briefs) had a happy ending and we won a nice settlement from the LAPD.

Throughout these non-porn years, no matter how prim-and-proper or down-and-out she was on the outside, Keli was always the Anal Queen on the inside.

We show a few clips of Keli’s work, including a scene from the notorious Caught from Behind 4 that starts with a very cute, curly-haired Keli talking on the phone to Ron Jeremy as a doctor about her lover’s “15 ½ inch cock” before taking said cock (attached to Dick Rambone, who looks a little like a young Ron Jeremy, though in those days, he preferred being compared to Sylvester Stallone) in a blistering-hot anal scene that shows off Keli’s dirty-talk skills in between her moans, screams of passion and chewing the sheets.

“Was Dick Rambone really 15 ½ inches?” I ask skeptically, having read/heard that the biggest human phallus logged in at 14 inches, which was John Holmes’ measurement.

“Yes,” Keli insists, standing by her measurement. “He was bigger than John.”

Keli Richards gets “Caught from Behind” by Dick Rambone.

We also play a clip from Doctor Lust that starts with Keli on the phone (I love how so many of these old pornos start with a phone conversation as foreplay) with the fabulous Vanessa del Rio playing “Dr. Lust,” advising young Keli on doing her first double penetration (DP).

“At least you know what you want,” says Dr. Lust. “That’s more than most people.”

As Jux Lii says on our Facebook Live feed, “Vanessa Del Rio was just surprisingly insightful!”

Vanessa del Rio as Dr. Lust.

Keli in 2020 seems to love watching Keli in 1986, even though she says she “never watches (her) own films.”

“I’m available now for DP!” squeals Keli.

She is so psyched for her cum-back. “I’m the anal queen!” she exults, accepting her title without shame.

Testify, Sister Keli!

Whereupon Sister Keli turns around and shows off her famous booty. And it’s still quite booti-ful and well-toned, as is the rest of her.

Anal Queen Keli shows off those legendary buns as I buzz along for Masturbation Month Photo: Harry Sapien

In solidarity (something like bonobo hoka hoka), Sunshine strides up to the camera to show off her booti-ful booty too.

The Cum-Back Kid

We don’t have time to get too deeply into her post-porn life, but Keli seems to have left porn as suddenly and randomly as she got into it. She went on to get married a few times to a couple of abusive, jealous husbands, have a son whom she adores, work in a bank, go to prison (for another forgery), do a lot more coke and then, most importantly, get clean, as she now is and has been drug-free for seven and a half years.

Throughout these non-porn years, no matter how prim-and-proper or down-and-out she was on the outside, she was always the Anal Queen on the inside.

Keli and I tease each other about quarantining as she maps out her next erotic adventures.

Now she’s driving from state-to-state, she explains as she shows us a map. “Not quarantining?” I tease.

“Quarantining in my car,” she teases right back before adding that she’s studied to be a nurse, so she understands the exigencies of the Coronapocalypse.

But it ain’t gonna slow her down…. Even though she’s been at the wheel of five car accidents(!). And that’s just so far this year.

Note to self: Love Keli Richards, but don’t let her drive you anywhere.

Question to Keli: Don’t you think maybe you shouldn’t be driving?

Turns out she hates the word “can’t.” I guess “shouldn’t” goes along with “can’t.”

Of course, the porn world is a lot different than it was 30 years ago. Some of her colleagues disappeared like she did; others died. Rather than being concentrated in “Porn Valley” (San Fernando), porn is being shot everywhere and nowhere in particular.

That “family” feeling of the Golden Age of Porn industry that Keli and so many other adult industry performers enjoyed back in the day just isn’t there anymore.

But Keli’s still game to get back in the game.

Keli is game to celebrate Masturbation Month with us! Photo: Harry Sapien

There are wonderful sublime surprises, like discovering the Gin Blossoms’ song about her that’s called none other than Keli Richards. It’s a catchy, peppy song that starts off describing the singer’s infatuation with the porn star in a sweet, almost romantic way, then suddenly turns dark as he buys “a gun.”

In real life, the singer/songwriter—the amazing Doug Hopkins—killed himself shortly after writing that song.

Wow.

In so many different ways, Keli’s life is touched by terrible violence, but she survives. Though there are various factors, her few years in porn seem to be a key to her survival.

She also makes a point of expressing her solidarity with all who protest police brutality and mourn the terrible death of George Floyd under the sadistic knee of Officer Derek Chauvin. As you’d expect from a cop’s favorite daughter, she has several friends in the force, all of whom, she says, are shocked by this. Some of the more compassionate cops are even taking a knee with the protestors.

Can we translate that shock and compassion into systemic change or will things go back to “normal” where people of color, and some white people too, are killed for nothing by trigger-happy, knee-jerk, scared-stupid, sadistic police?

Time to go the Bonobo Way.

Masturbation Month Climax

After we solve America’s problems, if only America would do what we say(!), we have a few minutes left to celebrate the last Saturday of Masturbation Month!

Keli watches herself masturbate for Masturbation Month.

I get my Hitachi, Keli strips down while Sunshine waves her favorite vibrator.

Keli is a bit technologically challenged by the placement of her phone camera, but she gives us a good show.

So good, it makes me cum (with the help of Hitachi). Merry Masturbation Month 2020!

Keli doesn’t exactly cum, and I appreciate her honesty about that, so we show a video of her masturbating to what looks like a climax.

At one point, we show Keli masturbating as she watches herself masturbate.

Jill-Off Stereo!

What a great CLIMAXXX to a very unusual but truly marvelous Mmmmm Month in Quarantine on DrSuzy.Tv, and the grand finale to my 10^th Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse featuring awesome 80s porn star Keli Richards on the cusp of her cum-back.

Another great night in Bonoboville.

Nine Fine Benefits to Masturbation in the Coronapocalypse. Photo: Unscene Abe

After the show, we do a little masked, physical-distanced partying.

No, it’s not like the 80s. No cocaine, no orgy, not even a dance party. Just some edibles and alcohol, as well as Chef Ana’s delicious cuisine.

Though Sunshine, creative art grad that she is, sets up a little shadow box set featuring a photo of Keli Richards as well as our photographer Yoel DeJesus playing my great grandmother’s 1926 Steinway baby grand piano, with my mom’s tiny doll-sized bowls filled with real food and little chocolate liqueur bottles (courtesy of Miguel) in front of them.

Apparently, quarantine is driving Sunshine nuts, but in a good, creative way.

In the wee hours, Capt’n Max and I take off our masks; that’s one fun, sexy thing about masks: taking them off.

Visions of Keli Richards’ beautiful big 80s hair flying as she gets banged to the tune of the Gin Blossoms still strumming in our heads, we enjoy our own private Masturbation Month climax.

What a way to send off May—the Bonobo Way!

May may be over, but the self-pleasuring never stops.

RIP George Floyd. The fight for justice and equality never stops either.

May 31, 2020 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 213-291-9497.

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