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Length: 91:03 minutes
Date: 05/01/2010
Masturbation Month Blast-OffBreak out the maypoles and Pocket Rockets! It’s May Day and the first day of Masturbation Month. That means it’s XXXmas in the merry month of May, and all the naughty guests on radioSUZY1 have stayed up late for the best holiday in the Church of Pleasure (besides Eros Day, of course). This week’s show centers upon self-love: stimulation, sensation, gratification, liberation, conversation, vibration, and just a little intoxication, with the congregation all coming together via what else but masturbation. We find out what gets our guests and listeners off, from standard fetishes about feet and older women to Cadence St. John’s very specific fantasy about a certain celebrity sweating it out with another man. We all know some guys are practically employed full-time as hand-jobbers, but tonight we make sure our female guests—and caller Lorelai–get in on the action as well.
Cadence brings a pleasing rhythm to the airwaves with her eloquence, passion and whirring vibe, RubberNecro gets a little life breathed into her nether regions, and Asia and Christina blast off with their powerful little Pocket Rockets, with Asia squirting all over the studio floor again. It’s not all about the physical, though; a radioSUZY1 show always stimulates the mind as well. Dr. Suzy and Prince Max the Orator (the self-proclaimed “King of Masturbation) give us a little historical perspective on attitudes toward self-stimulation and divulge their methods for obtaining world peace. Hint: there’s no patriot missiles involved. And, lest we get too wrapped up in our own satisfaction, we’re reminded that May is also the month where we celebrate Mother’s Day, and Dr. Suzy gives Cadence a gift for her hot mom that’s just a bit more electrifying than the standard rose bouquet.
After all the talk’s gotten everyone highly aroused, they release some tension with a blood-pumping demonstration of what happens when self-love turns into an orgy. The excitement and bodily fluids spill directly into the bonobo-wild after-party, where the passion gets so heated it’s practically scorching. But we wouldn’t expect anything less at Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy, would we? Thus concludes this week’s therapeutic session with our favorite Love Doc. From everyone here at radioSUZY1, have a marvelous Masturbation Month, and remember to make love to someone you love tonight…especially if that someone is you. ;)
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Length 01:51:20 Date: April 7, 2018
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Times might be tense in Trump’s America, but here in Bonoboville, we release the pressure, and my Womb Room explodes into an orgy on this show. Then we hose down the Trumpus with gallons of fine golden rushin’ champagne, and it’s back to the orgy again.
Leo, Tammie Parrott, Sherry, Goddess Lillith, Eric John, Lexi Lore, tRUMP, Dr. Suzy, Rhiannon Aarons, Ikkor the Wolf, Mistress Tara Indiana, Phoenix Dawn, Rocky Foxx. Photo: Jux Lii
We certainly make like bonobos, not baboons!
Orgy in Bonoboville. Photo: D Harp. See more explicit pix in “Forbidden Photos”
Commedia Erotica Rap Opera Players
The “romantic leads” of the orgy are my featured guests, platinum blonde bombshell Erotique Entertainment contract star, Lexi Lore, and the amazing Eric John, MIT grad, former Boeing executive and current porn star/mogul/CEO of Erotique Entertainment, as well as 2016 SUZY award winner for “Best Male Ejaculator.” In love and in lust, Lexi and Eric engage in passionate, pounding, orgasmic sex in various positions throughout the entire show!
Erotique Entertainment Contract Star Lexi Lore and Eric John. Photo: Jux Lii
From Erotique to Politiques, my other featured guests are the fabulous and ferocious Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump (D.A.D.), in their fourth monthly visit this year to Bonoboville. Led by the prurient and prescient Mistress Tara Indiana, 2017 SUZY award winner for “Best FemDom of the Resistance,” this evening’s members include the sapiosexual and voluptuous Rhiannon Aarons (2017 SUZY award winner for “Most Well-Rounded Kinkster”), the beautiful and provocative Goddess Lillith and sweet, statuesque Sheree.
D.A.D. Director Mistress Tara Indiana and Goddess Lillith with Rocky Foxx. Photo: D. Harp
Rounding out the group is brand new porn star and experienced body builder Rocky Foxx who helps to keep the orgy hopping along with my excellent and effervescent assistant, Phoenix Dawn, decked out in hot new lingerie from Adult Warehouse Outlet.
Rapping to the rhythms of the orgy is our own Ikkor the Wolf. Between Ikkor’s raps, my gasping attempts at narration, the various moans of pleasure, sighs and spanks like drumbeats, it really sounds like a sex rap opera. Not that it compares with Opera for Bonobos, but listen to the audio link above or watch the fun.
Freud, Feet & Fornication
As for me, I’m just thrilled to be alive, teetering on the edge of these Trumpocalyptic times, fighting off pollutant-triggered sinusitis, as are so many other folks, thanks to the powerful toxins in our Trump-and-oligarch-raped environment.
I’m so grateful and excited to be surrounded by such beautiful bonoboesque movers and shakers, I even shorten my usual opening remarks on current events to get right into the erotic action.
Grateful to be alive on another amazing Saturday night in Bonoboville. Photo: Jux Lii
Actually, Mr. Erotique himself, Eric John, should get credit for initiating the erotic action, as he slides the super cute sneakers and pink heart-patterned socks off of the initially languid Lexi Lore, kissing, licking and sucking her beautifully pedicured toes with the tender delectation of an avid (though by no means submissive) foot fetishist.
Eric gets the foot fetish party started. Photo: C2E’S
As we marvel that such a sexy scene is tame enough for our Facebook camera, we suddenly realize that Eric’s jeans have a strategically situated hole in the crotch, and he is playing with his well-shaved balls. “I hate Facebook,” he declares, continuing to suck Lexi’s feet as he tickles his testicles. “I’d be happy to help you get kicked off Facebook, like I was.”
Fortunately, our Facebook cam hovers above Eric’s crotch and then backs off into the bar as Eric’s holey jeans come off, and foot-sucking turns to foot-fucking. That’s also when our DrSuzy.Tv cams zoom in. Languorous Lexi admits to not getting much personal pleasure from foot play, but she’s a bit of an exhibitionist and takes satisfaction in flexing her pretty feet into balletic arches that create an excellent opening for Eric’s thrusting.
This gets us talking Freud, who interpreted the woman’s foot as a phallus, though Ms. Tara observes that it’s actually more vaginal, especially when the two soles touch. Freud was a pioneer in sexology, as well as “talking therapy,” but he got a lot wrong, especially about women.
Lexi contemplates her Cunning Linguist. Photo: D. Harp
Seeing how they need more space to express their affection for each other, I invite the Erotique twosome into my broadcast bed.
As soon as they get comfortable, doll-like Lexi’s clothes come off (with Phoenix’s & Eric’s help, of course), revealing her lovely natural boobs, pierced nipples and hairless, very pink pussy.
Adult Warehouse Outlet Cock Rings. Photo: Jux Lii
The serious screwing commences in a scissors position with Eric pumping like a champ, now wearing a bright orange cock ring (Lexi’s choice) from Adult Warehouse Outlet. Eric announces that this is his first time wearing a cock ring, and I’m amazed we have stumbled upon something sexual that this porn vet has never done before.
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A “natural man,” Eric reports that he doesn’t feel much from the ring, perhaps because he’s too busy fucking to follow Ms. Tara’s expert advice to put it around his balls as well as his cock. The ring doesn’t appear to hinder his thrusting action though, and it isn’t long before he ejaculates exuberantly inside his beloved.
Eric enters a state of bliss inside his beloved Lexi. Photo: C2E’S. See more hardcore pix in “Forbidden Photos.”
Lexi’s body angles and facial expressions are porn-tabulous. When I ask her favorite fantasy, she says “DDLG.” But when I ask her if she came too, she hesitates and then confesses to her Mother Confessor that no, she did not, whereupon I give her a Glyde Condom-covered MFC vibrator, and she happily buzzes away as Eric gamely gets it up for round two.
This time, Lexi really comes. How do I know she comes? Well, with a woman, you never really know. But she says she comes, plus with her adorable head in my lap, I can feel the tension and release as her moans get really intense.
Within the same three seconds that Lexi climaxes, unflagging John boy comes again.
Oh, those expressive eyes! Photo: Jux Lii
“That’s the first time we’ve come together!” Eric exults—another first for them on DrSuzy.Tv—as the crowd goes wild.
When I say “wild,” I don’t just mean cheering and applause (though there’s plenty of that too), I mean bonobo-wild.
PHOTOS 1,2, 4: JUX LII. Photo: D. Harp
Good sex is contagious, at least in Bonoboville, and it isn’t long before Rocky, Phoenix and Rhiannon are having their own girl-girl-girl orgy on the Womb Room floor. Mistress Tara joins in with a spanking, and there’s even more sex happening in the Speakeasy bar and pretty much all over Bonoboville.
Whoa, whatta show. Just when you think it can’t get any wilder, it does.
SESTA/FOSTA Fiasco
In between sex positions (they even do it standing up!), I find out that Lexi grew up in Virginia with a Christian mom and a Mormon dad. Despite their religions (or maybe because of them), Lexi’s folks are pretty supportive of her porn career, which started with webcamming less than a year ago and connected her with Eric just this January. Lexi herself is more science-based than religious, like her MIT-trained comrade. The two of them attend physics conferences (where they engage in public sex that, thus far, hasn’t gotten them arrested), and she says she’s interested in computer science, the perfect complement to porn.
Happily Spent. Photo: Jux Lii
Well, at least it has been, until the current SESTA/FOSTA disaster. We warned you about it on Spring Showers, Woman Power, but it’s coming down even harder and faster than I imagined. Essentially, SESTA, the Senate’s “Stop Enabling Sex Traffickers Act” and FOSTA, Congress’ “Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act” do absolutely nothing to stop real sex trafficking and do everything to endanger legitimate sex workers. They also censor the Internet big time (maybe even bigger than the axing of Net Neutrality), decimating Section 230, the federal provision shielding web publishers and platforms from certain legal liabilities for the things their users post. Senator Ron Wyden (D-Oregon) and Rand Paul (R-Kentucky), the only Senators that voted no to this monstrosity, deserve our thanks. The day before this show, Feds busted BackPage, seizing their sites, and 20 FBI agents raided co-owner Michael Lacy’s home. Scared that they will be busted, or maybe just seizing an excuse to “clean house” for more corporate advertising revenue, Facebook is cracking down on anything that looks like sex. Twitter, having always been relatively uncensored, is now acting like Facebook, “shadow-banning” accounts (like mine!) that show nipples or other erogenous zones. Craigslist has shut down it’s personals section, Walmart won’t display Cosmo, and unfortunately, there’s more fall-out here.
It’s disheartening, to say the least, but there is a SESTA/FOSTA Resistance emerging. If you’re a sex worker who engaged in any professional sexual activity with a Congressman who voted for FOSTA or a Senator who voted for SESTA, and if you have evidence of your affair (make sure to save those semen-stained garments, people!), WTFosta will pay you $25 grand.
Though SESTA/FOSTA are especially egregious in terms of sex censorship, the darkness has been descending on the once “free” and friendly Internet for some time. For several months, Youtube has been censoring and “demonetizing” smaller, noncorporate accounts, from yours truly to the pitiful maniac, “Green Nasim,” who shot up YouTube HQ, wounding three employees before killing herself. Fortunately, she was just wielding a handgun, not an AR-15, or the carnage would have been much worse. Of course, there’s absolutely no excuse for such violence, but any individual who posts videos can empathize with Nasim’s frustration over Youtube’s often uncalled for censorship with no trial, no due process; just a nameless, faceless, algorithm-based “judge.”
Lexi & Eric, between orgasms. Photo: Jux Lii
But back to more fun stuff, like the sex in Bonoboville! Despite occasional forays into conversation (this is a talk show, after all), the sex just keeps on coming and, now that she’s got a vibrator, so does Lexi. Amen and Awomen to that. She’s may be “just” a teenager—nineteen years old with braces on her teeth!—but she’s a preternatural porn star. And oh, those amazing facial expressions.
April Showers for Trump
After all that hot loving sex, it’s time for a different kind of release, and oh goddess, do we get it.
Trump peeks into my Womb Room, contemplating his fate. Photo: Jux Lii
As usual, D.A.D. has brought along the Trumposity himself (consensually and quite courageously impersonated by Nemo, who dislikes tRUMP as we do), all suited up for the occasion, and severely subdued by Mistress Tara who berates him for his multiple failings and transgressions against America and humanity.
What do we punish him for? Oh, let me count the foibles… The mess America—and most of human civilization—is in is due to many factors, including a nasty mix of plutocrats, jacked up police, perma wars and corporate machines, with tRUMP as the figurehead, the very worst symptom of the capitalist disease. We punish him for his extreme greed, narcissism, racism, sexism and epic insensitivity. On the day of this show, a fire broke out in Trump Tower (was Don, Jr. burning evidence or did it emerge from Senior’s pants?), and the Trumpus tweets that all is well, bragging about his “well-built building.” Moments later, we learn that someone died in that fire.
Mistress Tara applies the bullwhip to tRUMP’s rump. Photo: C2E’S
Meanwhile, Scammin’ Scott Pruitt, tRUMP’s director and destroyer of the EPA, has been exposed for having rented a DC townhouse at way below market rates (just 50 bucks a night, paying only for the nights he stayed, and still the weasel was late on rent) from the wife of a lobbyist for major oil companies. But what’s a little corruption among swamp dwellers? It’s Pruitt’s—and tRUMP’s—decimation of EPA regulations, without a care for the air we breathe, the water we drink or the future of life on Earth, that’s truly evil.
For that, Ms. Tara cracks the bullwhip on our Presidunce. Ever trying to turn our Trumpanzee toward the Bonobo Way, I book-spank the big old baby, and Rocky wallops him hard.
As for the lovely Goddess Lillith—named for the first woman and the first FemDom, whom Adam rejected because he couldn’t dominate her, leading lusty Lillith to satisfy her desires with demons—she straddles Trumpty-Dumpty’s back and whacks his bottom with a rolled-up copy of the Forbes that Stormy says she spanked him with.
Speaking of Stormy, three cheers and a bonobo beer for Counterpunch, which picked up my Stormy & the Students blog last week. Stormy’s doing great. As I write this, the Feds are raiding the office and home of Trump’s personal attorney, Michael Cohen, including evidence related to his $130,000 hush money payment to Stormy. The plot is thickening into a nice Orange Chicken Stew.
However, unfortunately, since I wrote the piece, there have been more shootings of innocent people by raging ammosexual civilians and, even worse, by police, goaded and equipped with more and more army gear from the Military-Fetishist-in-Chief (who never even served in the military). Now tRUMP wants to put the military on our border with Mexico. This in addition to planning a fascist-style Military Parade. Maybe we’ll have a Military Parade on the Border?
The ladies jeer as tRUMP reveals his shortcomings. Photo: C2E’S
Our punishing of tRUMP crescendos as he strips off his suit and shows his shortcomings to jeers from the crowd. He lies down compliantly on the tarp, and then all the FemDoms—and a few of the porn stars—proceed to shower him with golden sprinkles galore. It’s another Russian Hooker Pee Party! Rhiannon goes first, scoring a bullseye in the Presidential bellybutton, and the rest of us follow, putting him through the proverbial urinary car wash, until he’s gleaming gold as Trump Tower (isn’t urine a disinfectant?).
Second up in the pee party is Goddess Lillith who, until this point, has been rather reserved. But as she hikes up her skirt, revealing her dazzling tattooed flesh, and unleashes a torrent of yellow thundershowers all over the chest and face of the already soaked Corpus Trumpus, we all gasp in amazement at this gal’s urinary capabilities.
April showers indeed!
Phoenix & Lexi let loose on tRUMP. Photo: Jux Lii. See the uncensored hardcore pix in “Forbidden Photos”
Later, Goddess Lillith teases tRUMP sadistically with her high heels, but when he shakes, the pee splashes on the rest of us, so she kindly refrains from hurting the bastard as much as she’d like to.
Sweet Sadistic Goddess Lillith scratches the soaking wet Trumpus with her stilettos as Lexi buzzes away in my lap. Photo: Jux Lii
Then its Sheree’s turn; with her “something extra down there,” she takes aim at tRUMP’s chin, giggling gleefully as she hits her mark. Mostly watching the spectacle from Eric’s arms, Lexi then agrees to do her “duty.” and joins forces with Phoenix as the two porn stars laugh and let loose their sparkling showers in tandem.
All this sparkling golden woman power inspires me to get up there and (despite the drying antihistamines I’ve been ingesting) I release a glistening river of sunshine that rushes into the Sea of Resistance my sisters have delivered all over the big Orange Mess. Yes indeed, the harbinger of the Blue Wave might be the Golden Waterfall.
Each of us wipes herself with a few squares of Trump Toilet Paper (thanks Jux Lii!), which we then stuff in the Big Baby’s shithole… no, not his ass (in this case); his mouth!
Shout-Outs & More Sex on Golden Pond
Feeling intoxicatingly empty, I stand among the puddles and shout-out Nanine McCool for standing up to self-help “guru” Tony Robbins’ misogyny, and New York Judge Jennifer Schecter who just ruled that former Apprentice contestant Summer Zervos can sue Trump for defamation when he said she lied about him sexually assaulting her in his Beverly Hills Hotel bungalow.
Friends, Romans, FemDoms, I come to bury tRUMP, not to praise him… Photo: Jux Lii
Having rested for a half hour or so, Eric and Lexi go at it for a third time, this time with Lexi on top.
Good Butt Crack Vibrations. Photo: Jux Lii. See the uncensored hardcore pix in “Forbidden Photos”
Then Eric stands up and tromps across the pee-soaked tarp as he continues to screw his flexible lady, Next thing I know, the lovely little doll is in my lap again, and I have to hold her tight to keep her from falling into Golden Pond as she comes. The sexual chain reaction activates Rocky and Phoenix, and my broadcast bed metamorphoses into an orgy mat yet again.
PHOTOS: JUX LII
Meanwhile tRUMP lies as if comatose in the sea of pee and wet TP etched with his irate visage, the monster “drowning” as the angels make love above him.
It’s awfully disgusting and really beautiful, just like humanity.
Happy Endings All Around
After the show, we mostly recover.
I must admit I feel so good about our tRUMP-dumping that I don’t even try to talk my favorite tRUMP voter (the beautiful Tammie Parrot) out of her unconscionable support for the Mango Meathead.
Especially when I hear that she was one of the people having sex in the bar. For that, I have to give her some Adult Warehouse Outlet cock rings.
Moreover, Tammie’s boyfriend Leo has the coolest little Vanderhall three-wheeled car (reminds me of motorcycle taxis I used to ride in Pakistan). Eric, Lexi, Phoenix, Rocky and Lillith just love draping themselves all over it.
Erotique Vanderhall in Bonoboville. Photo: C2E’S
I can’t hate Trump supporters, some of whom are my friends and clients; I can only hope they change their minds, go bonobos and see the golden light… before it’s too late.
Post-Show Speakeasy Selfie.
Then, it’s time for Capt’n Max and I to give each other our own “monogamish” orgasms, which doesn’t take long, what with all the orgying angels dancing and romancing through our fantasies.
Thanks for the erotic inspiration, guys! It certainly helps keep the lust alive in a longterm love affair like ours. Speaking of which, we will be celebrating 26 years of lawfully wedded, bonoboesque bliss with a galaxy of stars this Saturday, April 14th. Themes are jade, roses, art works and RƎVO˩ution.
Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers— Kris A, Gideon; Photographers – D. Harp, C2E’s Photography, Jux Lii; On-Campus Bonobos – Phoenix Dawn, Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Gideon Grayson, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel
© April 7, ,2018. 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.
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Length 1:32:29 Date: Sept. 26, 2020
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by Dr. Susan Block.
From the depths of epistolary sex confessions to the heights of aerial silk performance art, this show takes us on a trip of amazing sights and erotic discoveries.
First we dive deep into the very personal letters of Marco Vassi, the celebrated “Marco Polo of sex” in the 1960s-80s, with veteran author/editor David Steinberg. Then we fly high in the sky (well, up to the skylights) with stunning erotic aerialist Crystal Taylor.
Bedside Chat with Erotic Aerialist Crystal Taylor & “The Shepherd and the Nymph: The Erotic Letters of Marco Vassi and Eve Diana” Editor David Steinberg.
Oh, and we also discuss politics!
Talk about highs and lows. What crazy, precipitous times we are living through.
New Bonobo Way & Old Censorship
It’s my 22nd Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse, inspired by FDR’s Fireside Chats, here to comfort, inform, eroticize and inspire you to seize the day—in a Bonobo Way.
Speaking of which, my newest Bonobo Way talk at DomCon 2020 Virtual is now on Youtube!
Unfortunately, you’ll have to sign in with your birthdate. Even though this video contains no naked humans whatsoever—just a few naked bonobos—it has been thrust nonconsensually into the “Age-Restricted” gulag.
It’s not just me and the bonobos; Youtube has let it be known that the future is censorship, the censoring primarily of erotic expression.
In a period of sex panic, scandal and heightened suspicion, it’s tough to stay sex-positive.
In the era of SESTA/FOSTA, all sex workers are treated as terrorists, and everybody else who tries to express themselves sexually is treated as a dangerous pervert that must be censored lest the tender populace get the dangerous idea that erotic pleasure might be fun.
The only thing the Trumpus likes better than a “stacked” woman is a court stacked in his favor.
In the time of the pussy-grabbing Trumpus, the radical anti-sex Religious Right is flexing their murderous might, pushing one of their “Handmaids,” Amy Coney Barrett, a longtime devotee of the fringe Catholic sect, People of Praise, as a replacement for the late great champion of women’s rights and sexual freedom, the “Notorious RBG,” Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Barrett appears likely to vote towards overturning hard-earned women’s liberties like Roe vs. Wade, and LGBTQ rights, not to mention minority voting rights, environmental regulations, government support for health care, as well as freeing the rich to buy even more political influence than they already have. Despite all this—or maybe because of it—tasteless Republicans are calling her “The Notorious ACB,” in a clear insult to Ginsburg before her corpse is even in the ground.
Beyond that, cute, sweet-looking little Amy was on the team that handed the 2000 Presidency to Bush! So were Brett Kavanaugh and Chief Justice John Roberts. No wonder Trump wants SCOTUS to determine the election. The only thing the Trumpus likes better than a “stacked” woman is a court stacked in his favor.
The energized American Religious Right is also pushing another ultra-Catholic legalist, the slimy, Trump-butt-licking AG Bill Barr (who should be disbarred for behaving more like Trump’s personal lawyer than U.S. Attorney General) into cracking down on all forms of sexual expression—except Daddy Donald’s pussy-grabbing, of course. They’re painting porn as a “public health crisis” more serious than COVID-19. Interesting factoid: Bill Barr’s Dad (born Jewish, but converted to Catholicism and soon out-Catholic’ed the native Catholics) hired Jeffrey Epstein to teach kids in his elite private school.
Whacking the Presidunce for Stacking the Courts. Photo: Unscene Abe
Now they’re trying to resurrect ancient obscenity laws that years ago imprisoned sexual pioneers like my husband Capt’n Max, who was shackled and tortured (and not in a fun, consensual way), so we could be free.
Now that freedom is being taken away, a little bit every day.
READ “FALWELL FALLS” in COUNTERPUNCH
Arch Evangelical Jerry Falwell, Jr. has fallen from grace—and he didn’t fall well.
He literally fell down drunk, hitting his head on a trashcan, after he was forced to resign as president and chancellor of Liberty University—a fully accredited American college that teaches “creation science,” the idea that Earth was created 5,000 years ago, and forbids its students from indulging in alcohol or any kind of sex outside of marriage.
Liberty was founded by Jerry, Jr.’s Dad, the late Reverend Jerry Falwell, Sr., a.k.a. Mr. “Moral Majority,” the rabid reactionary segregationist Southern Baptist pastor and Reagan-boosting televangelist who put rightwing Evangelicals squarely on the political map, planting the seeds of White Christian Nationalism now blooming under the least Christ-like President ever and his piously hateful Veep.
There were a few triggers for Junior’s demise, all containing a sexual element that would have been excoriated by Falwell, Sr… if he hadn’t crossed over to the Promised Land in a sudden attack—no, not of conscience, but of cardiac arrhythmia in 2007.
One such trigger was Jerry, Jr.’s exposure as a cuckold engaged in a three-way relationship with his “hot wife” Becki and a Miami pool boy named Giancarlo Granda (called a “bull” in the world of modern consensual cuckoldry). Though Jerry likes to describe Becki and Giancarlo as “cheating,” the bull has got the goods.
Photos, receipts and phone records make it clear as the heavens above that Falwell set up the sex the same way he set up the deal for the Fontainebleu Hotel pool attendant to acquire part ownership in a building Falwell purchased containing an LGBTQ-friendly youth hostel, restaurant and liquor store.
As Giancarlo describes their fateful first meeting at the pool, “Becki [Falwell] approached me and invited me back to their hotel room to have sex while Jerry watched… After that night, Becki actively pursued me.”
Sounds like the sex was divinely inspired.
Thus, Jerry Falwell, Jr. joins the swelling ranks of prominent Trumpus-loving cucks-who-deny-their-cucks, including Paul Manafort and Roger Stone.
Unlike tweeting racist memes or calling a COVID-concerned parent of one of his students a “dummy,” Falwell’s cuckold scandal was a bridge too far for Liberty.
Hotwife Becki, Bull Giancaro & Cuckold Jerry Falwell, Jr.
Then there’s that viral “yacht” photo of Falwell, Jr. jauntily posed with his pants unzipped, prosperous belly protruding, glass of dark liquid in hand, which he cheekily described as “just black water… I promise.” Looks like a Black Russian… straight up Orthodox, of course.
“Falwell Unzipped!” would be enough of a Fundamentalist Christian crisis, but his arm (the one without the drink) is wrapped cozily around a smiling woman who is not his wife, her shorts similarly unfurled.
Heaven forfend!
Nothing wrong with unzipping as you unwind, indulging in a little erotic play among friends or consensual cuckolding with pool attendants, at least not in this sexologist’s not-so-humble opinion.
However, this sort of natural, slightly kinky, bonoboësque behavior becomes a big issue when you regularly thump the Bible, support anti-sex legislation and preach to your tender, trusting flock that sex should only be for procreation purposes between husband and wife. Jerry Junior isn’t a pastor like Dad was, but as president and chancellor, he was the spiritual leader of Liberty, and he certainly cashed in, making millions off devout Christian students who yearned so badly to believe.
Furthermore, Granda’s accusations of the Falwells “grooming” him for his bull role at the tender, albeit legal, age of 20, are pretty disturbing.
All in all, the whole duplicitous, sordid cluster-church qualifies as the 2020 textbook definition of religious hypocrisy.
So, it’s Good News to see Falwell fall like an untrained aerialist who had a few too many Black Russians tumbling off the high wire into a puddle of poop.
That’s a metaphor; there’s no evidence (yet) that the Evangelical scion is into brown showers. Just “black water.” Wait, isn’t Blackwater the former name of the nefarious private military company owned by tRump’s Education Secretary Betsy Devos’ brother Erik Prince that serviced Born-Again Bushie’s faith-based Perma Wars? Yep, this Crusade’s been going on for years.
Falwell’s fall is especially good news since, back in 2016, his support (secured by Disloyal Drumpf henchman Michael Cohen whose Mafia-lite intimidation skillset helped Falwell keep Granda quiet for a few years) got Trumpty Dumpty the White Evangelical vote—from one trashcan to another—even after the notorious “pussy-grabber” video emerged.
Apparently, the Combover Caligula is worthy of their worship—as long as he remakes the Supreme Court in the image of his favorite female body type (“stacked”) —but Jerry Unzipped is a liability.
Now that they’ve fallen—literally and figuratively—maybe Jerry and Becki will make cuckold porn.
I’d watch it!
Though they might need another bull. Granda’s ascent from pool boy to part owner of that gay hostel to scandal celebrity has probably made his current rate higher than a fallen Falwell can afford.
Of course, they could repent and be born again. America loves a comeback, and Evangelicals often adore a sinner who swears off the sin and returns to the faith with even greater gusto.
On the other hand, it would be nice if, after Falwell’s head heals (there was “a lot of blood”), he sobers up a bit and gets into some good sex therapy and/or relationship counseling. Then he could announce that he and Becki are a polyamorous, swinging or cuckolding couple (I’ll leave the kink descriptor for them to work out), and withdraw his support for Proud Boy-Loving, Pussy-Grabbing Don the Con.
I’m not holding my breath, but stranger things have happened in the whacky world of sex, religion, politics and cuckoldry.
P.S: Let’s tax the churches—and all houses of religion. They are not unbiased sanctuaries of spiritual worship. They are financial juggernauts powering political vehicles that are often driven by drunks.
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Meanwhile, there is no justice for Breonna Taylor and so many other Black Lives that matter.
Meanwhile, Civil War brews on American streets, stoked by the Combover Caligula (with apologies to the real Roman Emperor Caligula who may have gotten a bad rap, at least according to the late great Lady Caligula author and porn auteur Lasse Braun) in the White House who’s really just a failed businessman with the skills of a lifelong grifter.
Saint Breonna
Meanwhile, corporations are taking over what’s left of America, as the “rich get richer” (with appreciation to Percy Bysshe Shelley), and the poor die faster. The Covid death count in America passes 200,000, disproportionately striking poor people of color, which the Trumpus defines as “virtually nobody.”
Meanwhile, when a reporter asked tRump if he’ll respect the vote for a peaceful transfer of power, he casually replied, “Get rid of the ballots and there won’t be a transfer… there will be a continuation.”
Say what?
A joke, mistake or planned strategy to unconstitutionally hold onto power, them’s fascist words, Brothers and Sisters.
Masked Up & Merry, telling true tales of fallen hypocrites & exhorting YOU to vote BLUE. Photo: Harry Sapien
So, I’m in Blue not just because I like the hue, but because I want you to Vote Blue.
The Dems are not perfect. Indeed, like almost all politicians these days, they’re pretty bad, corrupt, craven and beholden to their corporate benefactors. Nevertheless, they are by far the “lesser of two evils,” and that other evil is so great, we ought to do whatever we can to stop it.
So, let’s not Make America (the) Great(er Evil)!
Let’s make America Bonobo. Let’s make America decent. Let’s make America loving.
I’d love to say “We can do it!”
However, this country is so viciously torn apart right now, I honestly don’t know if we can.
I do know that we have to try. Well, I have to try, and I hope you try too.
My Bedside Chats are one way we try to make a difference in a Bonobo Way.
Bee & Mee throwing shade in shades. Photo: Harry Sapien
First, I introduce the beautiful and bubbly Bunny Bee, one of this show’s associate producers.
She’s looking festive and stylish in her handmade Versace fabric facemask and shades.
During a break, she goes off, then comes back wearing pink bunny ears.
I ask if she’s “releasing her inner rabbit.”
“Yes!” she exclaims and reveals her nickname is “Bunny Bee.”
Bunny Bee is just as excited as I am to meet our two featured guests.
Bee puts on her bunny ears and I remove my shades. Photo: Harry Sapien
If she had a cottontail, it would be wiggling with anticipation!
Going Deep with David Steinberg & Marco Vassi
Our first guest is David Steinberg, prolific writer, author, editor, activist, “sexual enthusiast” and old friend of Capt’n Max.
David Steinberg on DrSuzy.Tv
I first encountered David when Max and I were newlyweds, in the early 1990s, when he wrote about some of Max’s old, sex-revolutionary, reader-written publications from the 1970s and early 80s, Love and Finger, for the Spectator Magazine.
That article has since been published in This Thing We Call Sex: A Radically Sensible Look at Sex in America, a collection of David’s writings and photographs.
We also published one of David’s articles that was written back in 1994 (and that we posted in 1996, in the very early days of the Internet), “A President and His Underwear,” all about Bill Clinton’s briefs… and I don’t mean his legal documents.
Now David has edited a very special, historic and enthralling new book, The Shepherd and the Nymph: The Erotic Letters of Marco Vassi and Eve Diana.
Just in case you don’t know your sex-revolutionary literary history, Marco Vassi was the Marco Polo of sex in the 1960s and ‘70s when sexual revolution accompanied political revolution.
Marco Vassi was a great, sapiosexual, confessional writer, sometimes compared to Norman Mailer, always writing about what he did, felt and lived in as authentic a voice as could be mustered in those days of mass erotic awakening.
This book of private letters between Marco and his lover, Eve Diana—also an excellent erotic writer and sexual confessionalist—is a fascinating exploration of lust and trust, love and despair, openness and jealousy and deep personal discovery.
I told you we go deep on this Bedside Chat!
These profoundly personal, sometimes erotic letters were never meant for publication, but just for the eyes and heart of the other lover. Nevertheless, I can’t help but wonder if, on some level, Marco Vassi knew they would at some point see the light of publication, and if there’s a heaven, he’s smiling to see it happen at the hands of a masterful, minimalist editor (he only fixed some typos and left almost all of the original content as it was), David Steinberg.
Bedside Chat with David Steinberg and two of his books, “This Thing We Call Sex” and “The Shepherd and the Nymph: The Erotic Correspondence of Marco Vassi and Eve Diana,” plus Capt’n Max, with Marco and Eve in the middle.
We do know that Eve Diana is happy about it as she provided the letters, stored away for over thirty years. So is Marco Vassi’s son, Eric Van Johnson (whom David tracked down for permission to publish the letters), a married professor leading a relatively normal family life, but not so “normal” that he’s not proud of his sexual renegade father.
Eve met Marco in 1986, introduced by longtime friend and lover, Dr. Annie Sprinkle, and she almost immediately fell in love with him, even though she wasn’t really on the market for sex or an intimate relationship, and even though our other friend and mutual mentor, Dr. Betty Dodson, warned her against falling into the deep dark well that was Marco Vassi.
But she fell for him anyway, and Marco fell hard for the beautiful, intelligent, sexually adventurous Eve (over 20 years his junior)—body, mind and soul—though the fire of their intense relationship burned out after just eight months.
These beautifully composed letters overflow with love and lust, but also serious trust issues and white-hot jealousy, mostly on Marco’s part, even though he admittedly cheated on Eve. Whoever said jealousy depended on fairness?
Marco’s sadomasochistic obsession with Eve’s “lovers” (with whom she didn’t even have sex… for the most part) is so deep and somewhat shocking—especially considering his reputation as a pansexual satyr for whom anything goes, as long as it’s consensual—that I wonder if he had a bit of a cuckold fetish with a dash of emotional humiliation for that spice that burns the palette and the heart.
From Marco Vassi to Jerry Falwell, Jr., the cuckold fetish cuts across party lines and moral constructs.
Eve Diana on My Island ;-)
Not that he’s mentioned in these letters, but the 1980s was also the decade when Donald Trump emerged in New York media as a brash real estate mogul (mostly propped up by his father’s millions), who was famously despised by New Yorkers of taste and decency. Little did we know how far the “short-fingered vulgarian” would go…
Filled with personal revelation and kaleidoscopic detail, Marco and Eve’s letters pretty much never discuss politics. Nevertheless, one senses that deep foreboding that pervaded the Reagan years (for some of us), as the American pendulum was swinging towards sex-negativity, though lots of folks were just swinging—even more than during the Sexual Revolution of the so-called “Swinging” ‘60s and ‘70s—and having a helluva time.
In 1986, people were also just starting to take the bitter medicine of truth about AIDS and HIV, how it was transmitted (mainly through rough, unprotected anal sex and sharing needles, but sometimes through other acts of sexual intimacy) and its deadly, devastating impact on human life. This lingering ignorance was, in part, due to the reluctance of the Reagan administration to address the reality of the “gay” disease that was killing so many human beings. Sound familiar?
Marco Vassi and one of his many lovers. Photo: Charles Gatewood
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Marco contracted HIV, getting the diagnosis shortly after his break-up with Eve. It is somewhat surprising and very disturbing that he didn’t tell Eve!
Leave it to no-nonsense, down-to-earth Betty Dodson to tell Eve the bitter but vital-to-know truth. The good news is that she—somewhat miraculously, considering all the unprotected anal and other kinds of sex they had—tested negative.
Did Marco Vassi die of AIDS? In his afterward, David attributes Marco’s death to “self-induced pneumonia,” though he doesn’t explain exactly what that means, so I ask him on our Bedside Chat.
Apparently, a distraught and sickly Marco ventured outside on a very cold Winter’s night wearing nothing but his boxers, deliberately contracting pneumonia which soon killed him.
Early in their letter-writing saga, Marco expresses despair that all the sex-revolutionary enlightenment and progress, to which he and so many others had dedicated their lives, was being eroded by rightwing backlash.
Eve before the Fall
With the nomination of Amy Coney Barrett to the U.S. Supreme Court, the erosion continues apace.
David is keenly sensitive to this situation. Indeed, his own Facebook avatar is a photo of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Ironically, when I first saw it, I thought it was just an odd photo of him or maybe his Aunt Ruth. We laugh about that, then sober up as he contemplates the SCOTUS with yet another radical rightwing jurist on the bench.
Capt’n Max and I also congratulate David, along with the Free Speech Coalition (FSC) and several other erotic artists, photographers and pornographers, for their legal triumph, a “victory of common sense over hysteria” in hysterical times.
Essentially, the Federal Third Circuit Court of Appeals ruled on their Section 2257 lawsuit challenging the constitutionality of extreme record-keeping requirements related to the production of sexually explicit photographs and films.
Watch the show below or listen above to David give more details on this refreshingly positive ruling that’s so important to everyone who makes erotic and/or sex educational content.
It’s great to chat with David, whom we haven’t seen since he and his longtime partner Kim Mears were at our Bonobo Way Launch Party. We’re thrilled for his latest literary accomplishment and we hope to see him again soon… Coronapocalypse willing!
Flying High with Crystal Taylor
Having plumbed the depths of sexual revelation, we now ascend the heights of erotic aerial silk performance art with Crystal Taylor.
Crystal Taylor on DrSuzy.Tv.
A beautiful, multi-talented actress and erotic performer, Crystal found DrSuzy.Tv through our good friend Ikkor the Wolf.
She’s an erotic aerialist as well as a roller skater. Both activities make her feel like an “angel,” she tells me.
Crystal certainly looks like an angel. Watching her skate, climb the aerial fabrics or “fly” around her ceiling is certainly a heavenly experience.
She reminds me of one of my former producers, acrobat Tasia Sutor, who often “flew” on her trapeze in the huge afterparties we held in our gigantic Downtown loft 2011-13, as well as one of our recent guests, Dutch champion gymnast-turned-porn-star Verona Van de Leur.
But Crystal’s more Circus-y—like Cirque du Soleil for adults.
According to the notorious Dr. Sigmund Freud, dreams of flying tend to be about sex.
After we chat for a bit, she treats us to a visual spectacle that lifts our spirits as she rises.
I’ve seen aerial silk performance before, and I’ve even done a bit of it myself, but Crystal is clearly a pro.
She commands those silks with great skill, doing splits, flips and head-spinning spins.
And she makes it all look as natural and effortless as a bonobo swinging through the trees.
According to the notorious Dr. Sigmund Freud, dreams of flying tend to be about sex. Of course, Freud said the great majority of items and actions in dreams are symbols of some kind of sex, fetish, frustration or desire.
Upside Down Angel Crystal Taylor flies through the sky on DrSuzy.Tv
But flying is rather special because it symbolizes sexual release, a.k.a., orgasm.
Crystal enthusiastically agrees that flying—on her skates or her silks—feels like an erotic release for her.
She also takes it to the next level, having sex with a physical trainer while she’s hanging from her silks.
Wow!
Though she does some very cool “regular” porn, we’re most impressed by her aerial erotica.
We’re also impressed when she says she’s 39 years old, since she looks at least a decade younger than that.
Apparently, flying is a fountain of youth—at least for Crystal.
She’s also very Zen about life. When I ask what her future plans or fantasies are, she shrugs and expresses gratitude for all she has and what she does right now. She’s as happy as she can be, says this Angel of Aerial Erotic Art.
Bedside Chat with Erotic Aerialist Crystal Taylor
And we’re very happy to watch her!
Post-Show Denouement
Then before we can say the show’s over, it is.
Seven Masked Bonobo Sapiens & One Pomeranian. Photo: Unscene Abe
Half my crew joins me on stage, masked up and physical-distancing.
Well, our physical-distancing won’t win any awards.
But we are wearing some cool masks.
Mine is a graphic of the Milky Way (not the candy).
The only one without a mask is Chico Peggles Quintana, Ana’s new and ridiculously adorable Pomeranian puppy who lets me hold him for the photos, as long as he can lick my face between shots.
Masked Banquet in Bonoboville. Check out Harry Sapien holding the Midori. Photo: Selfie
Speaking of shots, almost-teetotaler Harry Sapien gets half of Bonoboville drunk as Jerry Falwell, Jr. on a bender.
The drink of choice is Midori, a sweet Japanese jade liqueur that tastes like liquid marzipan, though it’s supposedly “melon”-flavored.
Whatever it is exactly, it’s too delicious to resist for most of Bonoboville.
Drunkenly, we slobber over Adriana’s special deck of sexy Tarot cards, the Tarot of Sex Magic, that almost makes my Aleister Crowley Thoth Tarot Deck look like the Disney version.
Well, not quite. Aleister’s deeply kinky deck will always be my favorite.
Then we drink some more, engaging in intense political discussions that I can’t possibly remember, thanks to Midori.
And we all stumble off to wherever we’re going, Capt’n Max and I falling (but not like Jerry Falwell please!) into each other’s arms in orgasmic bliss that might not be as wild as Marco Vassi or as high as Crystal Taylor and certainly isn’t as sacred as Amy Coney Barrett.
But it’s just right for us.
One Last Kiss. Photo: Selfie
September 26, 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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It’s still LGBTQ Pride Month, and I am a walking, talking, licking, sucking rainbow of love.
Happy Pride Month 2019! Photo: Harry Sapien
Shout-out to the amazing Texas Geyser of Desire, bisexual squirting MILF Queen Deauxma, for giving me my slinky gay pride scarf.
However, like many, I have noticed that Pride has gone corporate, and I have mixed feelings about that.
Apple Pride.
Now sponsored by Wells Fargo, Walmart, T-mobile, Bud Light, Apple and other huge commercial enterprises, Pride parades are no longer revolutionary.
First Pride Parade: Gay Liberation Day on Christopher Street in 1970
That first Pride March, the 1970 Christopher Street Gay Liberation March on the one-year anniversary of the Stonewall rebellion, the amazing spontaneous riots against the ongoing police raids of the Stonewall Inn, a bootlegged dive bar owned by the Genovese Mafia Crime Family, on June 28th, 1969 (yay ’69!)–now that was revolutionary.
The only authentic photo of the Stonewall Rebellion
Now fully armed gay police march in uniform in Pride Parades.
Now armed cops march with Pride.
A lot of people love it, and the cops look like they’re having a ball, but it makes me queasy to see them strutting down the rainbow-strewn street with their guns and ammo, especially with so much police brutality still harming LGBTQ people, especially migrants and other people of color.
Lter in the show, three-time SUZY award winner Chris Gagliardi calls in to share his emotional experience watching Englewood, New Jersey City Hall raise the Rainbow Flag. Tale like this make me happy that Gay Pride has gone mainstream.
Macy’s at Pride 2019
But Pride Marches are now like a Macy’s Day Parade with rainbows instead of turkeys, and not much wild public sex anymore (don’t want to offend those corporate sponsors). Gay Pride, once a force for radical change, is becoming just another revenue stream into the capitalistic corporatization of human life that is destroying all life on the Earth.
As My Rainbow Shades attest, I am NOT on the side of the Pride Anti-Party Brigade. Photo: Bianca
On the flip side, a Straight Pride Parade is in the works, gearing up to mock LGBTQ “identity politics,” being put forth by a group of dangerous dorks called Resist Marxism who have organized racist gathering and guns rights rallies, as well as having leaked neo-Nazi affiliations. We the people need to get more Marxist (or Bernie-style Dem-socialist) and resist the juggernaut of corporate fascist capitalism before it kills us all.
Not that I’m in the side of the anti-party brigade. Pride has been about pleasure and the LGBTQ right to party since Stonewall. Like Emma Goldman, “If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution”(even though she didn’t exactly say it that way).
By the way, bonobos are gay and that’s okay! Actually Pan paniscus is pansexual!
Mad Moderator Teaser
Capt’n Max and I just got back from AASECT in Philly. I got to see Billy Penn, eat Hoagies, deliver the Bonobo Way, and deal with the Mad Moderator of AASECT, Ms. Roz Dischiavo, EdD, MA, CSE, CSES. I know you want to hear the details of this debacle, and they are coming soon to this Journal. I would have finished it this weekend, but I had this show to do, as well as this show blog. So, stay tuned for the full, unexpurgated story of the Mad Moderator of AASECT that powerful people are now begging me not to tell.
Mad Moderator AASECT teaser talk. Photo: Harry Sapien
As those of you who know me know, I scrupulously protect my sex therapy clients’ privacy and confidentiality. But Roz is not my client. Like the bonobos, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Max relishes a good fight, but I hate it. I just want everyone to get along. However, if someone assaults me (mostly verbally, though there was a bit of close-range spitting), I have no choice but to fight back… if I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror with… well, pride. And you know I love to look at myself in the mirror—or selfie stick (lol).
Pride Selfie: I couldn’t take it if I shirked the Truth.
You’d think a gathering of sex therapists might be sexy, but no, not exactly, at least not for me. Aside from a couple of super duper orgasms with Capt’n Max, my sexiest couple hours was chatting on the plane with an about-to-get-married guy about cuckolding and sperm wars.
The theme of the conference was “Let the Body Rejoice,” but aside from Max, my body was most touched, as well as groped and poked, not in an AASECT session, where touch is essentially not allowed, but in a TSA pat-down! In order to get on the plane, I guess you could say I “consented” to this groping, but you could certainly call it “coerced.”
Ana and Miguel laugh at my TSA jokes while Luzer checks his phone. Photo: Bianca
Listen above, watch the show on DrSuzy.Tv or check out the censored version on Facebook Live for the gory, gropey details.
Hello Sunshine!
Introducing Miss Sunshine McWane!
Introducing My New Show Assistant Sunshine McWane! Photo: Bianca
Sometime striptease artist, all-the-time comedienne and all-around sweetheart, Sunshine has been a guest on DrSuzy.Tv several times, most recently playing the role of the sacrificial goat in our Lupercalia Bacchanal.
Sunshine Selfie. Check out that Weiner!
She’s also in one of the photos in our brand spanking NEW Speakeasy Journal: SPANK ‘n’ ART, censored by Amazon, but available for YOU.
Now Sunshine is my new on-camera assistant, decked out for the occasion in pride-ish colors, with a juicy-looking hot dog garnished with squiggly squirts of relish that says “I <3 Weiners” emblazoned upon her chest.
PHOTO 1: BIANCA. PHOTOS 2-3: HARRY SAPIEN
And yes, Sunshine is her real name, given to her by her mom in North Carolina.
In the after-party, Sunshine avidly licks my Pride Lolly… and a little bit more.
PHOTOS 1, 3, 4: BIANCA. PHOTO 2: HARRY SAPIEN
Speaking of dildonic devices, during my talk about TSA’s aggressively gropey pat-down, Sunshine chimes in that whenever she flies, they steal her vibrator.
Gay Pride Dildo Doggie-Style. Photo: Harry Sapien
This is why I always pack my sex toys in cargo.
Twersky in Palestine
Luzer Twersky, three-time SUZY award winner for “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee,” is back from shooting “No Name Restaurant,” a German film in which he plays a Brooklyn Jew who gets lost in the desert and is saved by a Bedouin.
Luzer Twersky gets ready for his big DrSuzy.Tv interview. Photo: Bianca
The filming took place in Jordan, Israel and Palestine. What a wild country combo. What an adventure!
Talking with Luzer Twersky about his latest adventures filming “No Name Restaurant” in Palestine, Jordan and Israel. Photo: Bianca
A former Satmar Hasidic Orthodox Jew, Luzer now an atheist mentored by Penn Gillette, who I interviewed, along with Teller (the silent one; though in the interview, he talked more than Penn) for the San Francisco Bay Guardian 30 years ago before he got famous. Still, it’s kind of amazing that he went to areas where Israelis aren’t allowed to go, and Jews aren’t usually welcome either. Then again, Luzer’s a winner at weaseling his way into places—in every sense.
Sunshine enjoys Luzer’s stories. Photo; Harry Sapien
He regales us with amazing and disturbing stories regarding the highly restricted and perilous lives under Israeli occupation led by the Palestinians he befriended. One poor guy was on the road near an Israeli checkpoint when his engine sputtered. He got out of the car to see what the matter was and, within minutes, an Israeli soldier shot him (assuming that if he left the vehicle, it must be rigged with a bomb)! When the guy’s friend came to help, the soldier shot him dead.
Of course, this is unconscionable. Horrifying. How can this be perpetrated by people whose great grandparents lived, and often died equally horrible deaths, in the Nazi holocaust?
Luzer’s a funny guy, but some of his anecdotes of Palestinian life are horrific. Photo: Harry Sapien
Luzer’s experience gives him a nuanced perspective of the multi-faceted inferno of Israel/Palestine. Several of his relatives live in Israel, including a sister whose backyard was hit by a Palestinian rocket that almost killed her whole family. Now he has Palestinian friends who have to constantly deal with the grim reality of occupation, the constant possibility of sudden death or injury, and suffocating restriction of their movements.
If Luzer ever gets laryngitis, he can always talk with his hands. Photo: Harry Sapien
He compares the way Israeli soldiers, many as young as 19, perceive Palestinians as uniformly threatening to the way American police racially profile African-Americans. It’s an apt comparison, but no excuse for either group, especially when the deadly bigotry is stoked in various, insidious ways by leaders in American police forces and the Israeli army. Instead, this racist attitude should be extinguished and countered with training in non-lethal conflict de-escalation. That’s the Bonobo Way.
Even under occupation, some Palestinians manage to lead what we might call “normal” lives, especially in Ramallah on the West Bank (which is less treacherous than Gaza), which Luzer visited in between shooting scenes in the ancient Biblical town of Jericho (fortunately, the walls didn’t come “tumbling down,” at least not while he was filming). He talks about the wide variety of attitudes that different Palestinians have toward Israel. Still, it’s sad to hear about the day-to-day limits of life in Palestine, where even if you have the money to buy a house, you don’t dare to because you never know when the Israelis might blow it up, or just claim it’s theirs.
Presenting: Tales of Twersky on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Bianca
What about sex? Our lusty Luzer had quite a bit, of course, all with Israeli ladies. Not that he wouldn’t have expanded his horizons, but all the Jordanians were in burqas and, when he managed to *get* a Palestinian gal to check into a hotel with him, the desk clerk wouldn’t let them in because they’re not married.
With Luzer, showing off Sunshine in SPANK ‘n’ ART. Photo: Harry Sapien
Speaking of sex, after the show, Luzer tells me that in shopping for an RV, he told a salesman he works with the Dr. Susan Block Show, and lo and behold, the guy has been a fan since my HBO days! Hopefully, now he’ll give him a good deal.
Hanging out with the winning Luzer post-show, talking about our fans in RV sales. Photo: Bianca
Breaking news: Luzer got an RV from the guy who used to watch the show and is now going to start watching again! And yes, he got a good deal.
Back to the heavier notes: tRump is threatening ICE raids and mass deportations, one day saying he’s going to round up millions, the next day saying he won’t. Will he or won’t he? People are going nuts with fear, and that appears to be the point here.
Meanwhile, the tRump administration is torturing children in refugee camps, aka concentration camps. No, they’re not death camps where inmates are deliberately exterminated… yet. So, people who hold the Nazi Holocaust against the Jews (and many others, including LGBTQ) as sacred can quit whining that it’s an unfair comparison. These are concentration camps for kids, and they’re worse than prisons. Since Camp Commandant-in-Chief likes to put his shithole name on everything, we could also call them “Trump Camps,” aka #TrumpCamps. Children are being drugged, denied food, beds, soap, diapers and medicine while forced to sleep on concrete with the lights on. They’re being abused and sexually assaulted. All of this is currently being defended in the courts by another evil incoherent blonde Trump lawyer named Sarah Fabian. I don’t particularly *like* most children (come see me when you’re over 18), but the immorality of this situation is shocking. Again, that appears to be the point.
Cruelty is tRump policy.
For this reason and many others, I agree with AOC: The President Needs to be Impeached!
Keeping the Camp Commandant under gag order with a penis pacifier on Jeffrey Vallance Art Trump Puppy Pee Pad. Photo: Bianca
More tRump news: the Orange Menace raped another one: Longtime Elle advice columnist E Jean Carroll in Bergdorf’s dressing room!
Here’s tRump chatting with E. Jean Carroll whom he claims to have never met.
Speaking of which, I spent tRump’s bday (6/15) with his 11th sexual assault victim to come forward, the lovely Jessica Drake. Apparently, his tiny hands were all over her like a TSA agent without her consent on the same weekend he had sex with Stormy Daniels. I show the “11” on my palm in bonobo female solidarity with Jessica’s courage in coming forward despite the Liar-in-Chief denying everything and doing all he can to degrade his accusers.
Showing the 11 on my palm in solidarity with tRump’s 11th sexual assault accuser, Jessica Drake. Photo: Harry Sapien
I’m so embarrassed that tRump’s a Gemini! This is why we keep the Presidunce under gag order with a penis pacifier while in Bonoboville.
Bonoboville Communion Comes Back
To celebrate Pride, as well as surviving the assault of the Mad Moderator of AASECT, Luzer’s return and Sunshine joining our merry crew, we perform our First Communion in our new space!
Breaking out the Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur for our first Bonoboville Communion in the new space. Photo: Harry Sapien
So we break out the salt and Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.
Handsome Hollywood Jake & Beautiful Rica. Photo: Bianca
As if sent by the Heavenly Concierge, our favorite bartender from the old Bonoboville happens to drop in: Handsome Hollywood Jake and, as if his own handsome self isn’t enough, Jake brings along his adorable girlfriend Rica.
Jake pours the Agwa into the ceremonial shot glasses like a pro. It’s too much for Waterboarding Bonobo-Style, but he slurps off the excess, also like a pro.
Rica Sunshine Selfie
Sunshine and I settle in on the tiger rug which is really sheepskin, a gift from a fan; I would never buy animal skins, even if sheep aren’t any more endangered than chickens.
Boobalicious Sunshine and I settle in on the tiger pattern sheepskin rug. Photo: Harry Sapien
Bonoboville Communion is kind of like Catholic Communion, but vive la difference!
Hello Bonobos! Not you, Marky Z! Photo: Harry Sapien
No Facebook Live cameras allowed! Marky Z will turn into a porcupine if he so much as sees what Tumblr so disturbingly calls “a female presenting nipple.”
Sunshine takes Communion from My Altar. Photo: Harry Sapien
First, I play Altar Girl, as Sunshine “prepares the altar” by giving my nipple a nice lick.
From her Gay Pride towel, Betsy eyes Bonoboville Communion hungrily. Photo: Harry Sapien
I look over at Betsy the Dog, hoping she doesn’t get any ideas, then sprinkle on the sacred salt (“the body”), and she slurps that up. Next, she nestles her head between my thighs, and I perform Waterboarding Bonobo-Style on her open mouth. Bonzai!
First Waterboarding, Bonobo Style in the New Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way! Photo: Harry Sapien
Then I take Communion from one of Sunshine’s lovely, large, natural boobs.
I take Communion from Sunshine. Photo: Bianca
“I grew them in high school,” she explains, semi-sarcastically.
PHOTOS: HARRY SAPIEN
Then she waterboards me. Ooh la la!
Sunshine Waterboards Me. Photo: Harry Sapien
I feel like we’ve baptized our new little Love Church of the Bonobo Way: Let the Body Rejoice! Let the Mind be Free! Let the Spirit Soar!
Baptizing the New Bonoboville with Agwa. Photo: Harry Sapien
Amen and AWOMEN.
Show’s Over, Orgasms On
Then before we can say #GoBonobos, the show’s over.
I call Ana, wearing a rainbow pride lei, up “onstage” and we all blow kisses good-bye to all of you.
Ana joins the Summer Solstice Pride Players. Photo: Bianca
Make like bonobos, not baboons. Make love, not war. Make love to someone you love tonight, even if that someone is YOU. I love you.
Practicing the Bonobo Way every day. Photo: Harry Sapien
I really do. I guess it doesn’t seem that way to some people, especially those that attack me. Then again, maybe they do it, like tRump, because cruelty is their policy. The Mango Mussolini has made cruelty very fashionable these days. Even folks that despise him seem to be getting into it, in their own particular ways.
I admit it; sometimes it’s tough to meet all this hate with love. But I will not surrender to the dark forces that take so many down these days. I will follow the Bonobo Way.
Capt’n Max makes “Dr. Suzy” possible. Photo: Selfie
I don’t know how I’d do it without Capt’n Max. In fact, I know I couldn’t do what I do without him—body, mind and spirit.
After the after-party, we collapse into our paradise of pillows, roll into each other’s arms and give each other healing orgasms that clear our sinuses and our souls, even if just for a few blissful minutes, then drift together “over the rainbow” in continuously ripening love.
Still Jet-Lagged in Love, Pre-Orgasm Selfie.
Happy Sunny Sapiosexual Summer Solstice, Brothers & Sisters!
© June 22, 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.
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Aaliyah Corsets, Odile, Dr. Suzy, Dr. Charlie Glickman, Livia Godiva (row 2) Kush Collective, Nick Morningwood, Kitty Doll, Bella Belluci, JuxLii. Photo: L’Erotique
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Radio2013-0420-420_Edit.mp3Length: 1:47:04 Date: April 20 , 2013
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As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.
Since one of the many code terms for maryjane has long been 420 or 4:20 (see below for explanation of why that number), it’s only fitting that the cannabis cultural holiday would fall on 4/20 or April 20th. Since April 20, 2013 came on a Saturday, here in smokin’ Bonoboville, we just had to do a 420 show with marijuana experts, a few of our favorite potheads, and some of the season’s finest Indicas and Sativas. As those of you who know us know, we love to give conventional religious holidays an erotic twist. On Easter we play with the Divine Interventions Jesus Jackhammer dildo, and on Passover we flog each other with scallions for Dayenu. 4/20 is not exactly a religious holiday…or is it? Pious potheads would certainly say it’s spiritual, and the elation they feel upon taking a ritual toke at 4:20 (AM or PM) on 4/20 is downright reverential. Some of the most devout I’ve ever encountered are the Shiva-worshipping Sadhus of India and Nepal who sanctify their hash-packed chillums before puffing by holding it to their foreheads and joyfully intoning “Boom Shiva Bombalai!”
The Judeo-Christian holidays tend to be rather stuffy or cloyingly child-oriented, so here in Bonoboville, we give them a much-needed erotic and irreverent twist, helping to make them fun and relevant for adults. The cannabis culture holiday of 4/20, once you suck down your first puff, is already pretty blatantly erotic and irreverent, no twists necessary.
But there’s always something erotic, irreverent and sex-educational happening in my Womb Room, and on this show, we’re pleased to welcome Charlie Glickman, PhD, aka Dr. Charlie, author of The Ultimate Guide to Prostate Pleasure: Erotic Exploration for Men and Their Partners. Charlie doesn’t smoke pot—and the only Saturday night he’s in LA would be 4/20! But he does help several 420-inspired volunteers to explore their P-Spots (thus the name of this show), one of whom takes it deep and wide to the point of anal fisting (!).
Moving along to another orifice….we manage to shock and delight even the 420 experts with our marvelous Pussy Pipe, aka the Peter Piper. More on the smokin’ hot wonders of the Pussy Pipe below (and on this show). Boom Shiva Bombalai!
FEATURED GUESTS
Charlie Glickman, PhD: This is Dr. Charlie’s first visit to the Womb Room, but his second time on DrSuzy.tv. His first was P-Spot Revolution, Bday Celebrations and Nymphomaniacal Fun, in which he joined us by phone from the Bay Area, guiding the lovely Shay Golden through finding and fingering her boyfriend Brock Hard’s never-before-explored prostate. Now he’s here for in-person demos with two volunteer couples who have very different responses to his P-spot guidance (see more in their descriptions below). Dr. Charlie enjoys turning people onto new things, and his Ultimate Guide to Prostate Pleasure: Erotic Exploration for Men and Their Partners is the only book on the market to focus on the P-Spot. This is the portion of a man’s internal genital anatomy that many experts, including Dr. Charlie, consider to be the “male G-Spot,” the little plum-shaped organ responsible for producing 50-75% of a man’s semen. Prostate stimulation is important to men’s health, and can be achieved through regular sex, but there’s extra benefit—and pleasure—to penetrating the anus and directly rubbing that very personal, juicy, semen-making plum. Read the book and watch/listen to this show to learn more.
Aaliyah Corsets and Nick Morningwood: These two intrepid Dr. Susan Block Institute therapists are our first volunteers for Dr. Charlie’s prostate pleasure guidance. Both are P-Spot virgins, and neither even had much experience—or interest!—in anal sex. But like good Bonobovillagers, they are up for an erotic challenge and open to a new sexual experience. But they both have a little streak of healthy exhibitionism and relish performing for the appreciative, voyeuristic Womb Room congregation. Some high-grade 420 for 4/20 also helps loosen things up, and before you can say “Lights, Camera, Prostate!”, saucy Aaliyah, tightly wrapped in a gorgeous weed-green corset, has Nick stripped naked, his cock hard and eager for more. Then Aaliyah dons her Measure B-compliant rubber glove, lubes it up and starts spelunking into Nick’s cave, under Dr. Charlie’s expert guidance. Things go pretty well at first, Nick acknowledging that Aaliyah’s finger “feels good” as it searches for and finds (we think) his prostate. But then, when it’s not as “hot” as he expected, he finds himself getting turned off. Of course, an erection is not at all necessary for successful prostate exploration. Some men can even climax from P-Spot stimulation without an erection. But for many guys, a hard cock helps keep things fun. Since Aaliyah is romantically involved with someone else (our magnificent manager!), she doesn’t “do what it takes” to keep Nick’s erection going during the P-Spot probe, so he’s not exactly blown away by the experiment. Maybe he just needs to try it with someone who will give him all the manual and oral sex he wants during the P-Spotting. Meantime, kudos to both of them for trying something new and helping to educate our audience.
Odile: We’re delighted to have this “seductive service whore, pain princess, and sex slave” (her own words) from the halls of Kink.com as our very special guest for the 420 Pot & P-Spot festivities. While not explicitly turned on by pain, it could be her competitive nature, honed on school athletic teams, that makes her such a fine BDSM operator, able to meet the challenge and tolerate more pain (for more gain!) than the next slave. Redheaded Odile (last seen in the restroom with Ron Jeremy at our Harry Reems Memorial) is another non-smoker, which could get us weirded out on 4/20 if she weren’t so much fun. Morever, she is a fantastic pussy pipe holder, stretching her athletic legs into a perfect Chinese split, as she holds the elegant glass Peter Piper between her beautiful, shaved and glistening labia. The rest of us “line up” to smoke from her pussy pipe, like ardent worshippers in some demented but very joyful cult of Venus Cannabis. Odile is also game for P-Spot exploration, though is also a P-Spot . Since Odile doesn’t have her a P-Spot of her own, she volunteers to explore someone else’s, and does such a good job, she not only fingers the P-Spot, she gets her WHOLE HAND inside the rectum! Odile will visit DrSuzy.tv more often if she gets more paying work in LA, so come on, LA producers: hire this hot chick!
Kitty Doll: Yes, male-to-female transsexuals have prostates, unless they get them removed. And this 420-loving, statuesque, TS economics major has a really pleasure-sensitive P-Spot, as is her entire anus, sphincter and rectum…which we see as soon as she spreads her cheeks for Odile’s nimble, rubber-gloved fingers—and thumb. Kitty’s bodacious 36JJJ breasts (that’s right: 36-triple J!) bounce and jiggle as she pants, moans, screams and is pushed to climax, guided by the P-Spot wisdom of Dr. Charlie, as well as her own rapacious anal lust and Odile’s desire to please, until the awesome Miss O gets her entire hand inside! Admittedly, Odile has a very small hand (and appropriately well-trimmed fingernails), but still folks, this is anal fisting (careful about trying this at home) here. Hallelujah! Praise the P-Spot.
Kush Collective: Kush is the man and the collective, located at 1111 S La Brea Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90019. He’s a little late, probably celebrating 4/20 over at the collective until it closed at 11pm. When he does arrive, Kush brings the Kush, making the holiday merrier than ever. When I ask him to explain the meaning of the magic numbers “420,” he gives one of the standard replies: Some Oakland high schoolers used to meet at 4:20pm to smoke weed. Others say it has something to do with a Grateful Dead concert in Marin County, or maybe San Rafael. Typical stoner story.
Jux Lii: Happy 40th Birthday to DrSuzy.tv photographer and maker of fine JuxLeather floggers, crops, paddles and other kinksterphernalia. When you’re the birthday boy, you get to put down your camera for a minute to have Bonoboville Jello Shots (created by Jello Shots LA) preceded by salt sucked off the pert nipples of a hot blonde who also sucks off yours.
Livia Godiva: This is the hot blonde, a pixie who pirouettes onto the Womb Room and doffs her hat, top and pantyhose, like the 4/20 Angel of Venus Cannabis. We’re happy that her hair isn’t as long as Lady Godiva’s or it would cover the lovely little bod that she displays so fetchingly.
Bella Bellucci: This gender universal 2012 Tranny Awards Nominee is a devout 420ist. She gets a front row seat for everything—right in front of all the P-Spot action and right next to the Kush. And she gets a toke on the pussy pipe from between Odile’s glorious gams. Bella indeed!
Fawnia: Our Naughty Realtor doesn’t talk much on the mike this show, but she looks so gorgeous in her hot pink cocktail dress, contrasting nicely with everyone else’s ganja green, that I just had to give her a shout-out.
WEAPONS OF MASS DISCUSSION
420 Is Now a Major Holiday, Rising 420 Enthusiasm, Pot Is An Aphrodisiac, Chocolate is What You Have Instead of Sex, The Male Prostate, The P-Spot & The G-Spot, Female Ejaculation, History of 420, Bonobos Probe Their P-Spots, We Have To Say “No” Not Only To Guns Now But to Explosives, Women Have a G-spot While Men Have a P-spot, Great Expectations, Male Sexual Squeamishness, Bonobos Act Stoned
PERFORMANCE EROTICA
Happy 420, Snake Play, Sexy Corset Modeling, Male Striptease, Dick Stroking, Penis Play, Rectal Exam, P-Spot Probe Doggystyle, P-Spt Probe Into She-Male Ass, Stripper Pole Dancing, Bonoboville Jello Shots by Jello Shots LA, Nipple Sucking, Spanking, Beautiful Naked Vulva, Smoking Out of the Pussy Pipe, Worshipping at the Altar of Venus Cannabis, Happy Birthday Jux Lii, Anal Fisting, Nude Hula Hooping
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Helles Belle, Biz Bonobo, Luzer Twersky, Dr. Susan Block with Cold Cock Whiskey, Hans Petter Gundersen, Tuesday Thomas with The Bonobo Way, Jason Hiller, Maesa Pullman. Photo: L’Erotique
Length 1:50:13 Date: July 11, 2015
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/13/20150711_the_luzers_edit.mp3by Dr. Susan Block
As the clothes come off in Bonoboville, the Confederate flag comes down in South Carolina, and the sweet sounds of the winsome Luzers greet the Bonobo Summer of Love. Toe-tapping Norwegian pop rock with a Hasidic twang, big fake boobs and pierced labia, Cold Cock and Cosby-itis… this show is eclectic with a capital Eeeee! It’s the kind of live broadcast that brings people together from all walks of life, setting The Dr. Susan Block Show apart from all the other shows and making it kind of uncategorizable. On the other hand, it’s just a 21st century spin on old-time Commedia: live music, burlesque and a bit of behind-the-scenes sturm und drang with a bonoboësque twang.
The Luzers Play Bonoboville. Photo: Hollywood Jake
Our very special musical guests are The Luzers in their virgin appearance in Bonoboville and, indeed, all of America. Named for the band’s lead singer who also happens to be a recurring guest on DrSuzy.Tv, Mr. Luzer Twersky, the Luzers are the brainchild of the merry, mutton-chopped, musical Mad Hatter of Bergen, Norway, Hans Petter Gundersen, a.k.a. “H.P.” In addition to being LA’s most up-and-coming ex-Hasidic Jew, winner of two “Best Actor” awards for his performance in Félix & Meira and a recurring player on Amazon’s hit series Transparent, Luzer is also the unofficial Bonoboville chauffeur which is why parts of this show feel like a performance at a big family dinner, if your family gathers around for Cold Cock and a striptease. Listen to the archive to hear the romantic story of Luzer and Hans’ meeting at the Laurel Canyon Country Store.
With the winsome Luzers and snake Eve on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Hollywood Jake
Banging the drums is the lovely and multi-talented Maesa Pullman (star of The Last Hurrah’s “Weight of the Moon”) who aptly describes The Luzers’ music as “super tasty pop nuggets.” Bringing it back home to Bonoboville, on bass is Jason Hiller who confesses to having watched The Dr. Susan Block Show when “there was nothing on TV like it” back in our HBO and public access era. Capt’n Max declares Jason to be one of “our millions of children” (thank Goddess, they’ve all been pain-free births).
Though the bright, soulful music of the winning Luzers drives this show, we do bare some boobs and some impressive pierced labia, both sets belonging to the sultry and rather sleepy Helles Belle. Belle’s mysteriously drowsy demeanor is especially curious as we, like every other media outlet in the universe, are chatting about Bill Cosby’s Sleep Fetish. In fact, darling Belle seems soooo somnolent that I feel moved to announce that we are NOT serving Cosby Cocktails at the Bonoboville bar. But what we are serving is an amazing view of Helles’ Belles jingling around her trimmed vulva. and a provocative topless and bottomless dance all over Hans Petter’s peter, as well as his other instrument. In fact, for a minute, it looks like Belle’s nipples are strumming HP’s guitar. Then we realize she’s about to fall on it, and show producer Biz Bonobo nimbly catches her as they dance.
Helles Belle plays HP’s guitar with her nipples. Photo: Hollywood Jake
Next up is the comedic portion of the entertainment (although everyone on this show is kind of funny in some way, some unintentionally): stand-up comic Tuesday Thomas who, between Cosby quips and showing her boobs, really stretches the eclecticism of this show by explaining exactly how and why she will be getting her implants removed next week; one is leaking and both cause her pain. Wow, what an ordeal. Good luck Tuesday! Keep your sense of humor, doll. We’re with you, boobs or boobless; the important thing is your health.
Introducing The LUZERS LiVE from Bonoboville! Photo: Hollywood Jake
“Leaky” and “Sleepy,” Tuesday and Belle join in on Bonoboville Communion with several delicious, stiff shots of Cold Cock. Our new favorite drink packs a wallop, mainly because it tastes so good, you forget it’s hard liquor, but no, there’s no connection whatsoever to Cosby Cocktails. Boobs out for Communion!
Topless/Bottomless Helles Belle. Photo: L’erotique
We support Pope Francis in his brave and vital crusades against poverty and ecological destruction. Nevertheless, we’ll take Bonoboville Communion over Catholic Communion any day. It’s the Bonobo Way.
Hollywood Jake gives his birthday spanking to Biz. Photo: Unscene Abe
Happy Bonobo Birthday Hollywood Jake! And thanks for the tweets, Del Rey and Chelsea, both therapists with the Institute. Speaking of which, if you think you might have Sleeping Beauty syndrome, don’t be a Cosby—give us a call…
Celebrating the Bonobo Summer of Love with Capt’n Max, Biz and Cold Cock Joaquin. Photo: Hollywood Jake
© July 11, 2015. 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.
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Finally, here’s a very short film about the Life and Death of Jesus Christ that I can relate to! It is too funny…and so sad. Somebody should send it to Mel Gibson. Frank Moore sent it to me after Annie Sprinkle sent it to him. If you enjoy it as much as we did, you may want to check out more of the work of the very cute Argentinian director Javier Prato. This bloggamist predicts he’ll go far!
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Length 02:07:40 Date: Oct. 19th, 2019
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/13/20191019_three_graces_3_MP3.mp3by Dr. Susan Block.
Seducing us all with their kinky charms, the Three Graces of Kink grace the Womb Room for Kink Month III, two thousand and nineteen.
With the Three Graces of Kink – Madame DeSade, Quinn Rain and Cass Roze – for Kink Month III, as well as Betty Boop and Gourdy the Gourd with Peach Balls for Our 4th ImPEACHment Party! Photo: Bianca
Between an elegant Jewish Black Domme, a very busty (34K!) porn star (who’s also a Bernie Bro!) and an adorable 20-year-old newbie, our Three Graces have a lot of the best kinks covered in just one great show.
They even have all the basic hair colors: platinum blonde, streaked brunette and vivacious va-va voom redhead.
BOO to YOU from BOOnoBOOville! Photo: Bianca
Something for everyone to enjoy the Scary Season!
Pinktober Witch & Betty Boop haunt BOOnoBOOville
I release My Inner Witch on this show with a pink and black peaked hat trimmed with dangling shoes like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz discovers poking out from under the house of the Wicked Witch.
Pan Maleficent of BOOnoBOOville. Photo: Bianca
Pan horns sprout from my witch’s hat, inspired by Angelina Jolie in the new Malificent 2, as I ride into the Womb Room on My Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom.
It’s a dildo, vibrator, paddle and Halloween costume prop all-in-one! Plus you can use it to sweep the floor of Trick or Treat candy wrappers when the party’s over, if you’re so inclined.
PHOTOS 1, 2, 6: HUGH. PHOTOS 3, 5, 7: SELFIES. PHOTOS 4 & 6: BIANCA
My assistant Sunshine McWane is all made up and pushed up to look like Betty Boop.
She even wears special contact lenses from Japan to make her eyes look big and cartoonishly round.
Pre-Show Selfie with Cutie Quinn, Ravishing Roze & Betty Boop
Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Witches and Bitches, Vamps and Tramps: It’s almost Halloween, and Bonoboville is turning into BOOnoBOOville, celebrating the Scary Season with pumpkins, Gourdy the phallic green gourd and fresh juicy peaches for our fourth peachy Impeachment Party.
Is the Trumpocalypse Tide Turning?
Impeachment is on the Congressional agenda, and the Wicked Witch of the West, the Trumpus, is melting.
Boss Pelosi scolds Crybaby Donnie and the Guilty Boys.
Apparently not seeing the irony, Donolf Twittler tweeted “Nervous Nancy’s unhinged meltdown!” along with a photo of her not looking the least bit “nervous” or “unhinged,” but rather magnificent like Malificent, standing like a boss over a table of naughty man-children, shaking her finger at Don the Con right across from her, mouth open, quivering like a schoolboy whose hand’s been caught in the cookie jar. A general and two other men sitting to his right are all staring down at the table as if they know they’re in big trouble.
Everyone is turning on the Trumpenstein this week, from Democrats to Republicans to the bedbugs at the Doral. Even Mitt Romney, aka Pierre Delecto the Twitter “lurker,” now a Senator (how do you go from Governor of Massachusetts to Senator from Utah?) is after the Presidunce.
Bedbug Bully Boy
It’s ironic (for me) that Trump’s clumsy anti-war moves (attempting to pull out of Syria, not bombing Iran… yet), which could be considered positive, bonoboesque features, are his worst offenses in the eyes of most Repugnicans and many Democraps. I’m inclined to support whatever reduces the deadly power and pollution of the Military Industrial Complex (MIC), even if it comes out of the mouths of douchebags. America should withdraw all our troops from the Middle East, but you’ve got to start somewhere. So Trump’s tweets sound sweet to my anti-war ears when he says that America “GOING INTO THE MIDDLE EAST IS THE WORST DECISION EVER MADE,” and that he’s “bringing our great soldiers & military home,” But tweets are cheap–you don’t even need a press secretary–it looks like Old Bone Spurs is just “redeploying” the troops from one theater to another. and that doesn’t count the 1800 more troops going to Saudi Arabia to “deter potential Iranian aggression.” But the deeper problem is that, Trumpus or no Trumpus, both parties are controlled by the notorious MIC.
Nevertheless, the Tromposity is a special affront, a constant annoyance and a serious danger for so many other reasons, I’m for almost anything that spanks this racist, sexist, narcissistic, nepotistic, corrupt, child-caging, ecocidal, emoluments-loving, billionaire-coddling, big-bully crybaby right out of the White House… and into the Big House.
Who knows what the future may bring in our topsy turvy political world? In a few months, tRump could be imprisoned, coronated King of Gilead or maybe he’ll just resign.
Seasons Beatings for our gagged Presidunce Trumpus voodoo doll. Photo: Bianca
But at this moment, Nancy Pelosi, the first female Speaker of the House, owns his flabby, greedy, egomaniacal ass.
Seasons Beatings!
PHOTOS 1-2: HUGH. PHOTOS 3 & 5: BIANCA. PHOTO 4: SELFIE
What’s next? Again, who knows? If they impeach and convict the Trumpus and man-loving Mike Pence, then “Nervous Nancy,” who is next in line for the Presidency as Speaker of the House, would become President Pelosi, who then, if she chose to run, would probably win in a landslide.
Bernie’s Cure for Affluenza
Meanwhile, there’s a platoon of Democratic candidates running for President, any one of whom would be better than tRump, which isn’t saying much. A dumpster fire would better than the Trumpster Fire burning in the White House now.
As those of you who know me know, I’m a Bernie Bro, and on the day of this broadcast, “Bernie’s Back” and flexing his political muscles with a huge rally in Queens, New York right across from the Gordon Gekkos of Wall Street.
Bernie & AOC & the Movement: ‘Not Me. Us.”
Perhaps most significantly, he’s just been endorsed by amazing U.S. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, known to her fans and foes as AOC.
Yes, some oppose Bernie because he is the oldest candidate, but in my opinion, he’s the best candidate. Yes, he just had a heart attack, but he has HEART. Yes, he’s loud, hunched over, crabby and Jewish—like my Uncle Bernie (if I had an Uncle Bernie)—but he has energized a movement of all religions, colors, genders and ages. Besides, like his slogan says, “Not Me. Us,” it’s not just about Bernie Sanders the individual; it’s about us, the U.S., the people. It’s about feeling that bonoboesque connection with your fellow creatures and “fighting for someone you don’t know.”
And it’s about taking Bernie’s “cure” for the American disease of affluenza (too much money in the hands of just a few billionaires and not enough for the rest of us) that led to the awful, painful symptom, the Trumpus in the White House, we’re now suffering from with everything from mass-murder and families torn apart to Post-Trump Sex Disorder.
Elizabeth Warren has picked up some of Bernie’s ideas, and now that she’s been (falsely) accused of having hot Cougar sex with a young Marine, she’s got some sex appeal. But she’s a Janey-Cum-Lately to progressive causes, having previously identified as a Reagan Republican. This doesn’t disqualify her, and if Bernie can’t run, she’s my next choice. But Bernie’s progressive authenticity is, to use a popular term these days, unimpeachable; he’s been anti-war and pro-people for decades.
I know what you’re thinking: Bernie’s not sexy, at least not in the conventional sense. But he’s very bonobo. He has a beautiful wife, Dr. Jane Sanders, who seems to be his biggest fan, and that’s saying a lot. He also has the support of AOC, the personification of sexy politics. And to me, Bernie’s sexy. I love balding old revolutionaries who can whip a crowd into a frenzy by the sheer energy of their own convictions, who believe in the power of the people, and in Health Care for All (including the health of planet Earth!), because good health is the foundation of good sex. So, I “go bonobos” for Bernie and the bonoboesque movement he has spearheaded, a movement of love, compassion and changing our destructive, uber-capitalist ways… before it’s too late.
Once I’m off my political soapbox, I’m onto my exciting guests!
Jewish Black Domme
First, I welcome back the marvelous Madame DeSade, aka Mastyr Mina DeSade Fatale, aka Mina Nietzche.
Mastyr Mina DeSade shows off her double truck page in the new Speakeasy Journal: SPANK ‘n’ ART, featuring her SUZY award-winning performance in “Sex Not Guns.” Photo: Hugh
The statuesque, voluptuous “Jewish Black Domme” was mentored by DomCon’s esteemed Mistress Cyan, anointed Miss West Coast Olympic Leather (2008-9) and is, according to “Time Out,” one of the top pro-Dommes in LA.
Now a blonde, she is as stunning and imperious as ever in a shiny black catsuit and corset that she has to be laced into by another guest’s driver.
PHOTOS 1, 2, 3, 5, 7: BIANCA. PHOTOS 4 & 6: HUGH
She’s also the winner of the 2018 SUZY award for “Best Attitude Adjustment,” honoring her spectacular performance in Sex Not Guns: Happy Year of the Dog, where she brandishes a paddle with those words emblazoned on it against the gorgeous bare butts of two subbies, one black and the other white.
Indeed, it’s such an iconic scene that it earns itself two “double truck” pages in our new Speakeasy Journal: Spank ‘n’ Art.
It’s the perfect gift for Kink Month or anytime for that special kinkster in your life… even if that kinkster is YOU. Get it now.
A Budding Roze
Next on the couch is super cute Cass Roze, aka Black Roze, just 20 years old and brand new to porn.
Roze is just peachy. Photo: Bianca
Her Twitter bio says, “I bet I can fulfill all of your fantasies in one night. New to this who wants to show me the ropes?”
No bondage on this broadcast, but later we show sweet, slim and very sexy Roze “the ropes” of Bonoboville Communion.
Though she hasn’t had much experience doing porn, Roze has been an extra in a few Disney films.
Chatting with the Three Graces of Kink on Kink Month III. Photo: Hugh
From one former Disney princess to another, she gives a shout-out to her idol, Miley Cyrus, now a sex icon, living a bonoboesque life, going from guy to guy to girl and back to another guy.
She lets Miley know she’d love to get together, and I suggest they do it on DrSuzy.Tv. After all, we’ve loved Miley since her twerking days on the VMAs, and judging by her choice of lovers, I think Roze is just her “type.”
Sneak Peek: Roze unveils her Altar for Communion. Photo: Hugh
Thank you, Violet Coxx, for suggesting Roze for the show!
Boobalicious Bernie Bro Quinn
Last but not at all least is petite, voluptuous and very vivacious Quinn Rain who calls herself “the tits” on Twitter, and for good reason.
Burlesque Dancer, Porn Star, Activist & Bernie Bro, Quinn Rains, on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Bianca
She’s a 34K!
Quinn keeps her giant gazangas discreetly tucked into her dark green velvet dress during the first part of the show, when she discusses her ideas about modern porn being rooted in burlesque.
That leads to striptease talk and a great segue for me to shout-out my latest Counterpunch article (based on last Saturday’s show), “How Hustlers Hustles Us.”
PHOTOS 1-5: BIANCA. PHOTO 6: HUGH.
Later Quinn talks about voting for Bernie at the 2016 Nevada caucus and vows to vote Bernie again in 2020.
Anyone who thinks Bernie supporters are a bunch of bro-y dudes should check out Quinn the Bernie Babe!
Also a good friend of fellow Yalie, porn performer and artist, Zak Sabbath Smith (last seen on DrSuzy.Tv in La Porno Boheme avec Burlesque), Quinn really gets around.
Sneak Peek: Quinn reveals her “twins” to the amazement of the Womb Room. Photo: Bianca
Quinn’s “twins” make their first appearance during Bonoboville Communion, which is next on the DrSuzy.Tv agenda.
Four-Way Bonoboville Communion
With all these beautiful guests, we simply have to do Bonoboville Communion and Waterboarding Bonobo-Style with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.
Since none of them have ever experienced such a Communion before, Sunshine—I mean Betty Boop—and I show them how it’s done.
Betty is one of my favorite cartoon characters, so I really enjoy taking Communion from her cartoon titties.
Taking Bonoboville Communion from one of my favorite cartoons as DeSade and Quinn watch hungrily. Photo: Hugh
Yum!
I explain Bonoboville Communion to my guests by comparing it to the kind of Communion they might have taken in Church, Mosque or Temple; if not recently, then perhaps in the religious rituals of their youth.
Madame DeSade is Jewish, and Jews don’t do “Communion” per se, though we drink a lot of sacred wine and eat Matzah, which is somewhat similar to a Communion wafer, on Passover, all of which is performed with a prayer, sometimes mumbled, sometimes sung like an angel.
Perhaps that’s why Madame DeSade sings like an angel, holding the Jackhammer Jesus dildo in the Wondrous Vulva Puppet like a sacramental relic, as we go through the ritual of Bonoboville Communion.
Quinn the Altar Girl
Quinn was raised and even home-schooled by two Christian pastors.
Home-schooled Christian Pastors’ Daughter Busts Out Her 34Ks for Communion. Photo: Bianca
So she’s all-in for Communion.
While her parents don’t know about her porn career, her mother did attend one of her burlesque performances.
I’m often amazed at how some porn performers like Quinn are able to juggle so many identities, including a flourishing career in porn, without their loved ones getting a clue. It’s like having an affair, but even more complicated because you’re all over the Internet.
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Identities aside, Quinn can certainly juggle her titties.
Or, as they are referred to in Bonoboville Communion terms: her Altar.
And wow, what an Altar our double Pastor’s Daughter has.
Quinn’s a 34K. For those of you unfamiliar with the bra-measuring system, I’m a 34B. That’s a full nine letters bigger!
And they look even larger because Quinn is just five feet tall.
Little Quinn’s jugs could feed a football team.
PHOTOS 1-3: BIANCA. PHOTOS 4-6: HUGH
And they’re all-natural. No silicone needed. They are big as Mother Nature made them.
Feeling very “High Priestess,” I sprinkle the sacred Himalayan pink salt, the “body” of the Goddess, on Quinn’s Altar, which she presents to Betty and me as if she’s serving us bowls of creamy pudding.
Quinn Twin Communion. Photo: Bianca
Yum, yum, yum!
Then I change the rules of the Bonoboville Communion game which would have her Waterboarding me.
So I Waterboard Quinn, Bonobo-Style.
PHOTO 1-2 & 5: HUGH. PHOTOS 3-4: BIANCA
Speaking of waterboarding, Mastyr DeSade is an expert in the real deal, BDSM-style.
At least, we don’t do it CIA-style.
Waterboarding Quinn, Bonobo-Style. Photo: Hugh
Later in the after-show that becomes part of the show, Quinn tells us the story of how she got into porn because she couldn’t get laid at art school.
So, we make sure Quinn gets lei’ed… with an Agwa lei.
And she puts her titties on my head (that’s also later).
That’s a heavier hat than I’m used to!
34K Boobs on My Head – Impeachment Party Peach in Quinn’s Mouth. Photo: Bianca
But I like it. Someone should design a hat for me in the shape of giant boobs.
Roze Water
Back to the broadcast, which is almost at an end, but we have time for one more Altar Girl, and that would be lovely Roze.
Now Roze is Our Communion Altar Girl. Photo: Bianca
Roze was raised Catholic, but she’d never been an Altar Girl… until now.
Her velvet dress is very demure, but she pulls it off, upon request, pretty quickly, and soon she’s just sitting there in her black panties ready to serve her sacred role.
For Roze, I really change the rules.
PHOTOS 1-2: BIANCA. PHOTOS 3-5: HUGH
First Rule Change: Even though she’s the Altar Girl, Betty and I waterboard her.
This seems more efficient, since we have so many guests.
Though it winds up feeling more like a sorority induction challenge than a religious ritual.
Second Rule Change: Since Roze is only 20, I waterboard her with water, not the sweet green “blood” of the Goddess, Agwa, Liqueur of the Gods.
Giving My Maleficent Evil Look while Waterboarding Sweet Roze. Photo: Hugh
But waterboarding with water is fun. Of course, that’s the CIA’s liquid of choice, but they tend to stick your head under it until you feel like you’re drowning. We just pour a little down your throat while we ogle your prone body.
Post Show Playtime
After all that ogling on the show, it’s time to ogle each other some more in the after-party, without the cameras.
PHOTO 1: BIANCA. PHOTOS 2-6: SELFIES
In the commissary, where Capt’n Max cooks up some of his legendary pasta, we encounter “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee” SUZY award winner Luzer Twersky.
Luzer’s also a winner of “Best Actor” at the Toronto Film Festival, but his SUZY is the prestigious one.
With Guy, Quinn Rain, Madame DeSade, Luzer Twersky & Betty Boop, aka Sunshine McWane. Photo: Selfie
All that ogling is definitely an aphrodisiac. If you ogle in just the right way (for you), copping the occasional consensual feel, lick or naughty phrase, it can satisfy that bonoboesque urge to have sex with numerous people.
And so, with “numerous people” dancing, juggling and licking up the sacred salt of our imaginations, my Captain of 27 years and I ride our magic brooms into the orgasmic skies of fantasy, intimacy and sleep.
Pre-Orgasm Shenanigans. Photo: Selfie
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If you’re looking for our XXXmas Saturnalia show from 2005, you’ve come to the right place! But since this show originally aired in December 2005 and then was posted several months later in 2006, here’s the blog from that release…
XXXmas Saturnalia, as those of you who were fortunate enough to be here will recall, was totally orgiastic in the finest polytheistic sense of the term, an unbridled ecstatic celebration of Sun Birthday, XXXmas, Horny Hannukkah, Kinky Kwanzaa, Busty Bodhi Day, Polyamorous Pancha Ganapati, Greek Dionysia, Mesopotamian Winter Carnaval and Roman Saturnalia combined, with an ecstatic erotic release of psycho-political frustration into a swirl of Solstice lust and passion that made all the Gods and Goddesses smile with delight and all the Bushies (whose polls are now plummetting to new lows) shiver with fear of the impending revolution right under their noses and mistletoeses.
We’ve got a bit of just about every kind of pagan Winter Solstice festivity short of human sacrifice here: Naked dancing to the driving Dark Trance rhythms of DJ Adam Wiggins, fingering, frolicking, flogging, spanking, screwing, golden showers, intense Mother Earth-shattering vibratory orgasms, and kissing, lots of incredibly sensuous deep soul kissing with and without the mistletoe. A few interesting calls too. After all, the Dr. Susan Block Show is not just a self-absorbed orgy; we are a Faith-Based Sex organization, and we reach out to help the needy across the phone wires (call us during the show at 1.866.289.7068), as well as the air waves.
Featured “XXXmas Saturnalia” guests begin with Kat stripteasing her man BD, working him and the whole Speakeasy Cathedral Congregation up for a tremendous Saturnalian release. Plus Miyoko of Playboy TV, the Return of Blonde Sex Bomb Hollie Wood, along with Dick Chibbles and the delectable Daisy May of “Clown Porn,” the always outrageous Ms. Genevieve lighting her tits on fire to celebrate the Solstice and giving Sissy Maid a very kinky champagne treat, Ms. Crystal looking stunning in transparent latex, and adorable stripteasing Angel of XXXmas Amber the Dancer.
But some of the best erotic *performances* are given by members of the congregation, that is, our beautiful vibrant audience – like Suzette, Vania, Cary, Brandon, Jennifer, Megan — as well as our very own Margo, Kim, Julie and Chris as a very Naughty Santa – and various other couples and single nymphs, erotic angels, horned devils and XXXmas elves do their sexy part to raise the orgiastic vibrations of this Winter’s Solstice to the very Heavens Above.
We are still behind in posting all the photos BACKSTAGE from the fantastic photographers who come to Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy. But “behind” can be a great position for sex, right? Still, coming out with Winter Holiday photos during the Spring Holiday season is kind of ass-backwards (reverse cowgirl?)… Well, no more excuses: We have posted Lydil Lydia Photos from “XXXmas Saturnalia.”
We are also playing the raw footage of “XXXmas Saturnalia” tonight on RadioSuzy1TV, so, whether you were lucky enough to be here or not, you can hear and see all that holy orgiastic fun.
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by Dr. Susan Block.
It’s coming up on Max’s birthday! So, we celebrate the extraordinary life of my beloved prime-mate, partner, lover-boy, butler, producer, witness and husband of over 30 years, the man we call Capt’n Max.
Prince Maximillian Rudolph Leblovic di Lobkowicz di Filangieri (a prince on both his Czech Lobkowicz and Italian Filangieri sides), life-long sex revolutionary, real rƎVO˩utionary, my romantic hero and my bonoboësque inspiration, has long been a great First Amendment freedom fighter and pioneer in 20th century erotic expression, as well as reader-written publishing—which evolved and then exploded into what we now call “social media.”
Happy Birthday Capt’n Max! Photo: Heberto Ferrara
He’s also a great designer and a really great kisser. Va-va-va-voom! Capt’n Max is my “V” without the violence, and if you tuned in live to this ride, we “remember, remember the 5th of November” from V for Vendetta, that classic, cinematic, anti-totalitarian, Guy Fawkes-streaked celebration of masked revolution.
Bonobo Kink Not WarIt’s also the 8th anniversary of The Bonobo Way (now with over 50 five-star Amazon reviews), more evolution than revolution, as well as conflict resolution via peace through pleasure, female empowerment, male well-being, sharing, caring and a Bonobo Sutra of erotic activities. Eight years ago, I wrote The Bonobo Way, and gave it to Max on his birthday.
Our most recent offering, Version 6.0 of the Bonobo Way at Domcon LA is now making its way through the leftist and kink community: Make Kink Not War: Be Bonobo!
Get the MKNW T-Shirt! Stand for peace and proudly wear your kink across your chest. Show the arms dealers and war profiteers that there is another way—the Bonobo Way.
It also makes a great holiday gift for the peaceable kinkster in your life!
Happy Birthday DaLove!And it’s our first F.D.R. of Naughty November, 2022, as well as our third live Callin show, as the birthday festivities turn into a Block Party that explodes into a freewheeling, far-reaching, deep-diving, sexy, lefty, bonobo-evolutionary, media-therapeutic discussion.
Joining us live on Callin are Daniele Watts, aka DaLove, and Chef Belive, last seen on our amazing Bonoboville Reunion (soon to appear on Vice!). It’s also that Happy Birthday change of season for DaLove, one of the most beautiful radiant spirits and greatest performance artists we have ever known. We’re delighted to have DaLove and BeLive join us for this special Scorpio Birthday Callin show, and they have many erotic and traumatic confessions, revelations, insights and adventures to share in the crisp, not-so-clean, Naughty November air
Then Dale from Minneapolis hops on the Callin line to share his enthusiasm for what he’s hearing, as well as a fantasy of a blissful female-male-female threesome with him as the lucky monkey-in-the-middle, plus he learns an important lesson in pussy-positive and sex-worker-respectful discourse.
Strangers in the NightWe also welcome an intriguing Callin character with a strong voice and a big sex drive who calls himself “Schnarf,” his ironic spin on Thundercats’ Snarf. Recommended by the lovely Samantha, aka “poshproletariatspice,” Schnarf is rather dramatically struggling with what he feels is “hypersexuality,” instigating a round of true stories, tall tales, questions, sex tips and conversations about so-called “sex addiction” and having sex with strangers (“Strangers in the Night”). We all try to help Schnarf handle his high sex drive, fear of intimacy, relationship with kink, “addiction,” issues with respect (for himself and for his partners), childhood memories, feeling “dirty” about desire and despondent about love. But honestly, with this many issues, sexy Schnarf really could benefit from some off-the-air therapy.
Speaking of which, that’s what the Therapists Without Borders of the Dr. Susan Block Institute provide!
It’s also the last Saturday before Midterm Madness, one of the craziest most polarizing Election Days in the history of the USA, meaning it’s lesser-of-two-evils time. So, get off your ass and vote for the damn Dems by Tuesday, or Wednesday, our body politic could be infested with MAGAts. It’s true, we don’t have a perfect democracy; we have an oligarchy and a terrible war. It’s awful, but if there’s anything that 2016 taught us, it’s that “awful” can get worse. Much worse.
It’s also Native American History Month… coming up on a Slappy Spanksgiving. Let’s have a Native Tribal Council integrated with Congress. In the meantime, let’s try to hold off that fascism folks. Hopefully, by the time you read this, it won’t be too late.
It’s already too late for my poor Twitterverse, now being ruined by Elona Musky quicker than tRump ruined our country. #GoElon is trending alongside Musk-mocking memes. It’s feels like fast-forwarding on the freefall of civilization.
This brings up the eternal question: stupid or evil? Is Apartheid Elon deliberately and diabolically destroying Twitter purely to “own the libs” or is he just being a massive idiot with billions to burn? Regardless, this whole Musk/Twitter horror show is a great example of why Elon’s nemesis Liz Warren is right: We need a massive wealth tax.
Meanwhile, we slip, slide, fumble, fuck, fight, dance and trip along to our dystopian destinies, hopefully mitigated by the Bonobo Way. Make like bonobos, not baboons, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners! Save the humans.
Happiest of Birthdays to the Very BEST of Husbands, my big bonobo, my Little Prince, my sweetheart, Capt’n Max. As deep is our trust, so wide is our lust. You’re my best friend forever, but you’re also my mysteriously sexy Stranger in the Night.
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© November 5, 2022 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 626-461-5950.
Explore DrSusanBlock.comNeed to talk? Sext? Webcam? Do it here. Have you watched the show? No? Feel the sex. Don’t miss the Forbidden Photographs—Hot Stuff, look at them closely here. Join our private social media Society. Join us live in studio 😊. Go shopping. Gift shop or The Market Place. DrSusanBlock.tv, real sex TV at your toe tips. Sex Clips Anyone? FASHION, we have fashion! We also have politics. Politics? Have you Read the book? No? How about the Speakeasy Journal? Click here. Ok, how about some free sex advice?
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From the mythical village of Bonoboville to the dairy farms of upstate New York and the lost culture of Atlantis, from the lethal tragedy of Colorado’s Club Q to the romantic island of Vieques near Puerto Rico, from the candy-colored incel dream of “Don’t Worry Darling” to the mountains of central Italy, birthplace of the great grandparents of Florida Governor Ron DeSantis, the phony “cafone” now appears to be turning his once Blue state into a raging Red launching pad for his racist, sexist, neocon, fascism-lite 2024 U.S. Presidential ambitions—our last Love Train of Naughty November takes the scenic route through time…
If you’re tuned in live, it’s still Thanksgiving/Spanksgiving 2022 weekend, so we hope you got stuffed good (in both ends, of course), that you’re feeling juicy, and your buns are still warm.
Here in mythical Bonoboville, we had a real feast for which we are thankful to God and the Goddess, but mainly to Chef Gideon who whipped it all up. After dinner, Capt’n Max and I watched Olivia Wilde’s Don’t Worry Darling, plus indulged in a little light spanking for Spanksgiving, and then I got stuffed good. Hope I didn’t wake the neighborhood squawking like a turkey on the chopping block, but that’s the crazy joy of senior sex. Yes indeed, the Captain and I went on a real date: Dinner and a movie… plus sex! And a little consenting-adult spanking for Spanksgiving, which, according to Max’s scientific research, is not only fun, erotic, symbolic and therapeutic, it’s also good for circulation, which is good for everything… including erections.
That brings us to the erection joke of the election: Herschel Walker solemnly stating, “this erection is about the people,” flanked by Ted Cruz and Lindsay Graham looking like the left nut and right nut of Walker’s Walking Willy. The punchline of this joke? If you live in Georgia, you need to abort this nonsense and vote for Reverend Raphael Warnock. If not, throw a few bucks to the Reverend’s campaign. Amen and Awomen!
Speaking of Election Erections, our “VOTER Boner” Block Party is finally up on Youtube, after it abruptly censored our Coup Anon Kink show from six months ago and threw us in Youtube Jail for a week. The charge was “Harassment and Cyberbullying”… to which, we asked, “What? Why?” and received no reply. And of course, we didn’t “harass” or “cyberbully” anyone on that show it counts to be critical of tRump.
You never know what these Social Media Corporatocracies will censor, but VOTER Boner is still up(!), which brings me to Max’s and my favorite nicknames for each other these days, “Big Bones” and “Little Bones.” Guess who is who. We also break a turkey wishbone, and though I assume Max is the winner, I actually win without realizing it (story of my life). When Max and Unscene Abe tell me I’m the Wishbone Winner (the Wishboner?), I make a wish for peace on earth, pleasure for all. It’s the Bonobo Way.
Unfortunately, it feels like we’ve veered off the path. Which brings us to the Club Q massacre which, unsurprisingly and tragically, seems to have been a targeted antigay rightwing hate crime, in Colorado Springs, Colorado, land of ammosexual heartthrob Lauren Boebert and other LGBTQ-despising gun nuts. What is surprising about this latest massacre is the fact that the killer Anderson Lee Aldrich’s dad, Aaron Brink, is a parttime pornstar. Of course, there are many Republicans in porn (go figure), but what is really disturbing is Brink stating he’s more worried about his son being gay than a mass murderer. Brink explains that he is a “conservative Republican” and a “Mormon,” and “We don’t do gay.” I guess Mormons do porn though, so how does that work? No excuses whatsoever for his monstrous crime, but it sounds like this mass murderer (his maternal grandfather is MAGA-supporting Republican California Assemblyman Randy Voepel) was doomed from the start.
The one good part of this tragic tale is the heroic way a few of the Club Q patrons subdued the killer—without killing him. Special mention goes to the courageous thus-far unnamed trans woman who stomped on Aldrich with her stiletto heel. You Go Girl!
With all the vicious, anti-LGBTQ rhetoric gushing forth from the Right, is it any wonder atrocities like this happen? Which brings us to sadistic “Don’t Say Gay,” Insurrection-defending Ron DeSantis (Yale, 2001, also a Delta Kappa Epsilon frat boy), like G.W. Bush, who introduced over 3000 anti-LGBTQ bills just this past year. Thanks to Mike Prysner (the marvelous Abby Martin’s awesome husband), whose eye-opening interview with a former Guantanamo prisoner gives us an inside look at DeSantis’ personal record of torture and deception when he was a CIA lawyer stationed in that hellhole, we know more of the truth behind this diabolically phony “cafone.”
Besides telling the GOP to stop worrying about consenting-adult sexual activities, I give a thumbs up to “Don’t Worry Darling,” and not just because director Olivia Wilde is the niece of my late great Counterpunch publisher Alexander Cockburn, nor because she has an active sex life that the MSM and social media can’t stop tearing apart for sport. Don’t worry, Ms. Wilde, I’m recommending it because it really is a good film, sexy and romantic, yet deep and feminist enough to be a great Date Night Movie, as Max and I can attest. Sure, the romance is based on an awful, incel-ish lie, and no, all the plot points don’t add up perfectly, and yes, it’s a spin on Stepford Wives—but isn’t everything a spin on something these days? Moreover, it’s a pretty dazzling spin, with marvelous moments, such as the glorious parade of 1950s classic cars (Max drove Harry Styles’ character’s 1957 Thunderbird!) in more colors than Baskin Robbins has flavors, a fun burlesque cameo by our old friend Dita Von Teese (see much more of her in Art of the Teese) and an exciting cunnilingus-driven orgasm on the fully-set dining room table… reminding us of our own even more exciting Kitchen Table Orgy starring Shay Lynn. See them all!
Though the first half of this ride is all about us—our stories, opinions and goofy jokes—in the second half, we listen to a couple of Callin callers’ stories, opinions and goofy jokes. First to “callin” is Lance, aka PurplePundit.com, calling in from his dairy farm-adjacent house in upstate New York, so he wins a copy of The Bonobo Way. We can appreciate Lance’s dream of creating a “workers coop” for “ex-prisoners,” but he loses us when he dives into “aliens from Atlantis” conspiracy theories. When we end the call politely, he continues to comment prolifically in the chat, calling FDR “highly entertaining,” among other alien-Atlantean things.
We also touch base with our old Callin pal Schnarf, who just returned from Puerto Rico and the pristine beaches of Vieques. He has a bunch of questions for us about masturbation, penis size, exhibitionism and body image. But it’s late in the show; in fact, we go into overtime trying to reassure Schnarf that his (alleged) eight-inch penis is big “enough.”
Thanks to the evil machinations of the Megamachine of capitalism, conquest and competition, nothing is ever “enough.” That dogma is pretty powerful—these days, it’s devastatingly powerful—but we believe it can still be defeated, at least in small mythical villages throughout the world, by the power of sharing pleasure, the Bonobo Way.
Peace on Earth. Pleasure for All. Step away from the MegaMachine. That’s my Mythical Wishboner-winning wish for the impending Holy Daze!
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https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/13/20180811_Hot_Summer_Kink_edit.mp3We’re having a heat wave, which sounds sexy but it’s kind of crazy. Is it normal? Is it the new normal? Fire tornados are whirling out of massive infernos, one the size of the city of LA.
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/13/20180811_Hot_Summer_Kink_edit.mp4Scientists call it “climate change.” But our stable genius Presidunce—his tiny orange hand spotted emerging from the Holy Fire by the artist Jeffrey Vallance — would sooner say “shithole” or “grab ‘em by the pussy” than those two dirty words: Climate change.
The Trumpus’ Tiny Orange Hand emerging from the Trumpocalyptic Holy Fire. Spotted by Jeffrey Vallance.
Meanwhile, here in California, if we’re not burning or fleeing, we’re inhaling smoke and the toxic ashes of an incinerating civilization. Soon we’ll all be wearing gasmasks just to breathe.
GasMaskGirl in the Womb Room. Photo: Onyx DeValle
Some of us already are.
GasMasks, Hollywood, Comedy & Porn!
Always on the cutting edge between yesteryear and tomorrow, the Dr. Susan Block Show brings onto our Womb Room stage a brand new GasMaskGirl, sweet, svelte and bubbly Coralee Summers, to show us how to make living in a toxic environment sexy and fun.
Manny & GasMaskGirl Coralee Summers: Too HOT for Facebook Live. Photo: Jux Lii
We also bring on budding porn star Eva Yi, wry comedian Lamar D. Sol, sensuous sexual healer Shana Lay, sexy model Larissa and Bonoboville’s favorite rapper Ikkor the Wolf, plus an exciting surprise visit from award-winning actor Luzer Twersky.
Shoot Water Guns, Not Real Guns! Photo: Onyx
It’s quite a varied bunch, but we all get along like bonobos—talking,, stripping, spanking, playing, dancing, foot fetish fun, telling funny stories and getting into arguments. Hey, conflict is the spice of life. The key is to resolve conflicts in peace through pleasure.
Preaching from the Pee Pad Podium. Art by Jeffrey Vallance. Photo: Jux Lii
That’s the Bonobo Way.
Bonoboville Pool Time
It’s so sweltering hot, I take a dip in the pool to cool off just before showtime. Yes, Bonoboville has a pool, if you can call a six-foot diameter, three-foot high, plastic, water-filled, trailer-trashy receptacle under a hedge of shedding bougainvillea in a parking lot a “pool.”
Getting Cool in the Bonoboville Pool. Photo: Selfie
Maybe more of a bird bath.
PHOTOS 1-5: SELFIES. PHOTO 5: ONYX
What the Bonoboville pool lacks in class, it makes up for in convenience.
Birdie in the Bath. Photo: Selfie
It’s right outside the Womb Room studio, so after my dip, I slip on some pink high heels and accessories, and open the show in my bikini (which is still nice and chilly wet), sitting on a bright pink Madonna towel.
Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners, welcome to the Little Church of Bonoboville where it’s HOT, though my ass is nice & cool fro the pool… Photo: Jux Lii
Space Force Follies
I begin by fulminating against Toilet-Mouth Trump and closet-gay Captain Pence, military chickenhawks in the Bush/Dick (Cheney) mold, trumpeting the highly lethal farce of the U.S. Space Force.
Not that this is new; NASA has long been in league with the U.S. Military. But the Trumpus is giving it a name and a robust PR campaign—to fire up his base, any undecided Star Wars fans and of course, the many powerful and toxic corporations that “serve” the military—and a special million dollar budget. Nothing but the best for our Space Force! Yet there’s no money for your health care and social security, let alone help the homeless or the desperate immigrants at our gates.
Who cares about the displaced human beings lining our streets and our borders with misery? We’ve got a Space Force to preoccupy our addled, bedazzled, opiated, corporation-connected, utterly Lost-in-Space brains.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez for Sex Worker Rights!
Behind Trump fascism lies corporate fascism. It’s not all about Trumpty Dumpty, though he makes it worse by leaps and bounds that send us crashing to the ground. Back in 2010, the Supreme Court’s Citizens United vs the Federal Election Commission decision gave corporations the status of human beings exercising (of all lousy ironies) their First Amendment Rights, when donating to political campaigns, and they grow stronger every day that Trump’s plutocratic policies get the government out of the way of insatiable corporate greed.
Between Trumpty Dumpty gagged with the Russian flag & Jeffrey Vallance’s Trumpus Puppy Pee Pads. Photo: Jason F.
Things look bleak, but I always hold hope for change. The day before this broadcast, a jury of twelve human beings ordered Monsanto, one of the world’s worst corporations, to pay school groundskeeper Dewayne Johnson $289 million, since their product Roundup, the most popular weed-killer in the world, was found to cause his terminal cancer. Of course, poor Mr. Johnson is predicted to die in a few months. Still, this is one strategic way for people to fight corporations, by targeting the only place they can be hurt: in the wallet. The almost $300 mil is just a drop in the bucket of poison that is Monsanto, but there are many more lawsuits to follow. Let’s sue the shit out of these toxic corporate monstrosities.
We also need representatives who aren’t on the corporate dogleash. For that, I give a shout-out to sexy “socialist Democrat” and soon-to-be Congresswoman from the Bronx/Queens area Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez presses the flesh in the Bronx.
Ocasio-Cortez’ spokesman Daniel Bonthius stated, “It is important that we make a clear distinction between sex work and human trafficking.”
And to that I say Hallelujah, Amen and Awomen. She gets it! Rather than helping solve the real problem of human trafficking, the SESTA/FOSTA bill only makes it for harder for the trafficked to get help, as well as for consensual sex workers to work safely.
I have a dream that one day sex work will not just be decriminalized, but recognized as important healing work that can greatly help individuals and whole communities.
I have a (wet) dream (lol)… Photo: Onyx
There are good reasons that sex work is the “oldest profession.” One is that consensual sex work—the exchange of goods for erotic services—is one of the most natural, healing things that creatures can do for each other. Bonobos do it, like most animals, including humans of every civilization in history.
Sex is Sustainable Pleasure: Triple Bonoboville Communion on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Jux Lii
For the most part, sex is “sustainable” pleasure, especially when you compare engaging in sexual activity with other human pleasures, like food, driving, sailing, flying, gaming, TV, movies, concerts, pro-sports and just about everything else we do for fun. I’m talking about recreational sex, of course, not procreational sex which is actually at the root of a lot of human problems. Too many people. Yes indeed, we are overpopulated. No offense to all the beautiful people and their spoiled kids, but Mother Earth is hemorrhaging from the weight of all the teeming, gas-guzzling, plastic-using humans.
Another perspective on Triple Communion: Sustainable Pleasure. Photo: Jason F
We need more sex that’s fun, simple, playful, refreshing and releasing from the madness of 21st century life, sex that heals and brings us closer together, bonobo sex, consensual nonreproductive fucking, sucking, freaking, caressing, kissing, hugging, singing, dancing and loving.
Jumping Jack Flash, It’s a Gas, Gas, Gas!
Which brings me back to my awesome, sexy guests.
Pre-Show Group Selfie.
What a great little group we’ve got for this show.
PHOTOS 1-2: ONYX. PHOTO 3: JASON F[
First up on the bed is the new Gasmaskgirl Coralee Summers, fresh from giving a footjob to our old friend Ron Jeremy (who would have joined us, but he’s in Nashville). Coralee is hot, and not just because her last name is Summers. She’s decked out in a GasMaskGirl latex top and skater skirt, plus flipflops to show off her talented toes.
PHOTO 1: ONYX. PHOTO 2: JUX LII. PHOTO: 3
Coralee’s way too pretty to keep a gasmask over her face all through the show—plus it’s hot!—but occasionally, she dons the official signature GasMaskGirl fetish gasmask.
Icing Coralee. Photo: Jason
This gasmask is shiny and new, made in Israel, which people actually use during chemical attack scenarios.
But here in California, we want our gasmasks to be more than just functional life support systems; we want them to be fashionable, fetishistic, sexy and fun! Fortunately, the Israeli model is all that and then some, though wearing one makes everything way hotter.
GasMaskGirl Foot Fetish. Photo: Onyx
GasMaskGirl mastermind Manny, nattily attired (and looking a little too hot) in a suit and tie, is a real gasmask fetishist—his fetish acquired while serving as a military nurse in the U.S. army.
He’s also a foot fetishist, as he eagerly demonstrates with Coralee’s pretty, bare feet.
Tickling GasMaskGirl’s hot feet with ic.
I trail ice along Coralee’s feet and other parts of her hot body, cooling her and me off while heating up the audience.
Are GasMasks the “inhalers” of the future? Photo: Jason
She says she enjoys bondage, so after she removes her top, revealing her perky nips, I tie up her wrists with an Agwa lei.
PHOTOS 1 & 3: ONYX. PHOTO 2: JUX LII
When I promote the upcoming Spanking for Adults Only edition of the Speakeasy Journal, everyone agrees that Coralee should get a spanking.
She bends over my knee (OTK), and I pull up her latex skirt to reveal a beautiful set of toned buttocks, framed by a skimpy black thong.
Spanking the GasMaskGirl with the Speakeasy Journal, Splosh Edition, for the next edition: Spaniking! Photo: Jux Lii
Then I proceed spank that hot ass with a Speakeasy Journal, The Bonobo Way and my bare hand, intermittently caressing it with my mink aftercare glove.
Speakeasy Spanking GasMaskGirl. Photo: Jason
GasMaskGirl Domme Tomasina comes up from the audience to whack Coralee’s bared bottom even harder.
Slugger GasMaskGirl Tomasina contributes a wallop. Photo: Jux Lii
Not satisfied with the level of whacking, our comic-in-residence Lamar D. Sol—born and raised in Philly (like me!), where people know how to spank like they mean it—strides over to deliver a resounding whack, while his lovely wife Tanya giggles in the audience.
After-Care with the Mink Glove. It was a gift; I’d never buy an animal fur sex toy! Photo: Jason
It’s so quick, we don’t get a photo, so you’ll have to watch the video on DrSuzy.Tv (free!) to catch Lamar’s spanking style.
Meanwhile a masturbator calls in live to the show, but he doesn’t say much because he’s preoccupied. Talk about beating your meat in the heat!
Cute “Buddha Ho” Eva Yi
Next up in bed is up and coming porn star Eva Yi. Though well over 18, her slim little frame, black and white checked mini-dress, white lacy bobbysocks, Maryjanes, big black glasses and slacker posture make her look well under that age, like a preternaturally sexual schoolgirl hentai cartoon character cum-to-life.
“I do it on purpose,” she reveals when I question her taboo–teasing cuteness.
Eva prepares to launch herself onto the broadcast bed, giving us a great white panty view. Photo: Onyx
Raised in a strait-laced Chinese-Taiwanese-American family, Eva was taught to revere the Buddha (though she also went to Catholic school where she was inspired to have crosses tattooed above her knees). Her younger sister even became a Buddhist nun. Eva’s mother calls her a “Buddha Ho.” Or maybe that’s what she calls her sister. In any case, it’s a great phrase and I plan to use it next time I meet a Buddhist nun or pornstar, either of whom could be aptly called a Buddha Ho.
PHOTOS: JUX LII
Intermittently quiet as a monastery mouse or burbling excitedly about something or other, Eva is adorable. She has been doing porn since she sort of fell into it about nine months ago and frankly states that she is not a camgirl or much of a masturbator, but prefers to partner up for full-on hard-pumping sex with well-endowed men.
She also just worked with our old friend Nina Hartley who plays a sex therapist in their film about a young couple (she’s the wife) who come to Dr. Nina for sexual healing.
Interviewing Eva Yi. Photo: Jux Lii
Funny how Coralee and Eva worked with Ron and Nina whom we met about 30 years ago, before these ladies were even born.
How about a Bad Dragon dog dick? Photo: Jux Lii
When I ask her sexual specialty, she doesn’t take long before replying “sucking dick,” whereupon I look for a suitable demonstration model. All of the live dicks attached to men are feeling shy (though after the show, at least one Bonoboville penis is not shy at all, at least not off-camera), so I tear apart the broadcast bed area looking for a dildo that’s the perfect size and texture.
Buddha Dong? “My Mom would kill me.” Billdo? “Let’s give it a try…” Photo: Onyx
After she turns down the Jesus Jackhammer (too religious), Buck Angel glass dildo (too hard) and the Bad Dragon dog dick (too sick), I hand her the big yellow Buddha dong. “No!” she shrieks, “My mom would kill me.”
PHOTO 1: ONYX. PHOTOS 2-3: JUX LII
Finally, we settle on the Bill Clinton dildo, or “Billdo,” which is rather large, especially the head.
Half-way in…. Photo: Jux Lii
Eva eyeballs it like a jeweler examining a diamond under a magnifying glass, then opens her seemingly tiny mouth and shoves in pretty much the whole damn thing, right up to the balls.
Then because our cameras didn’t get it the first time, she does it all over again. Now that’s Deep Throat.
All in! Photo: Jux Lii
Obviously, Eva “swallows”… not just semen, but the whole hoagie (that’s what we call submarine sandwiches in Philly).
Lucky Luzer Twersky
Just after Eva’s big swallow and before the break, I spot our part-time chauffeur, SUZY-award winner for “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee,” Film Festival award winner and mainstream Hollywood-ish actor Luzer Twersky.
“Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee” SUZY award winner Luzer Twersky is back in Bonoboville. Photo: Jux Lii
Sauntering around the Womb Room in his Queen Lizzy T and hot pink socks, he deftly balances a Parliament and a lighter in one hand and a Speakeasy eco-jar filled with beer in the other, all of which he handles more like props than functional items.
PHOTOS: ONYX
Breaktime’s a good time to try on the gasmask, since I’m taking off my headset anyway.
Dr. GasMaskGirl. Block. Photo: Onyx
Wow, what a head trip–mentally and physically.
Trying vainly to converse with Lamar in the GasMask while Luzer is inexplicably handing me the Buddha Dildo. Photo: Jason
I enjoy wearing masks of any kind, but gasmasks are challengingly claustrophobic. At least these new masks don’t smell like the desiccating Desert Storm relics from the first GasMaskGirl show.
If you like fresh rubber, they’re the bomb!
PHOTO 1: ONYX. PHOTOS 2-3: JUX LII
Back to Luzer who recalls seeing those gasmasks being used for real in Israel during Desert Storm.
New Band: Luzer & the GasMaskGirls. Photo: Jux Lii
Since we saw him last year, Luzer’s been doing a bunch of New York theater, and has various LA television and film projects in the works, including one with the amazing 96-year-old Norman Lear (whom we saw at the Transparent screening).
Sapiosexual Speakeasy. Photo: Jux Lii
Because he is doing such exciting, important, Hollywood things—most of it discussed around pools that people don’t get into—Luzer can’t tell us much about anything.
Luzer’s such a squirt. Photo: Onyx
Luzer likes LA more than New York, though he claims to get more pussy in the Big Apple, much more than in LA. He surmises that New York women appreciate his style more than LA women. “New Yorkers are rude but honest, while Angelinos are very nice but full of shit” pretty much sums up the Twersky perspective.
We all love comparing the two hottest cities in America, especially when the topic is sex. As the night unfolds, we see that Bonoboville is the exception to Luzer’s LA rule.
PHOTO 1: ONYX. PHOTOS 2 & 3: JUX LII
This sparks an intense response from various sides of the Womb Room, especially from Larissa, a nineteen-year-old beauty decked out in black corset, kimono and heels, who apparently had some bad experiences with rude New Yorkers.
Lamar, my fellow Philadelphian transplant to LA, cracks a few really funny jokes (you’ll have to listen to the show, which you can now do on DrSuzy.Tv for FREE), which make Luzer feel he’s not such a loser on the West Coast. Laughter is a mental orgasm!
Fellow Philly guy Lamar’s cracks help bridge the NY/LA gap. Photo: Onyx
While everybody’s confronting their cultural feelings, I think about how, being from Philly, I come across as rude to LA people, while my old Philly friends and family think of me as So-Cal shallow.
Shana Lay gagging Drumpf, Ikkor the Wolf, Luzer Twersky, Eva Yi, Dr. Suzy, GasMaskGirl Coralee Summers, LaMar D. Sol, Larissa. Photo: Jux Lii
Is that the worst of both worlds or a happy medium?
Me & My Roman Jersey Boy in Bonoboville. Photo: Abe Bonobo
I dunno, I just know I love my Jersey Boy and my Bonoboville, LA.
Trumpocalypse Therapy with Shana Lay
Whatever we’re all feeling about sex and everything else these days, the Trumpus is special because he makes so many of us feel so much worse.
Sexual Healer Shana Lay heals her own Trump Derangement Syndrome via Trumpocalypse Therapy Drumpf-Doll Ball-Spanking Therapy. Photo: Jux Lii
Shana Lay is here to help, and she expresses the exasperation that so many of us are experiencing with the insight and tenderness that comes from tending to the psycho-sexual wounds of her peers.
I encourage her to let out her frustrations on our Trumpus doll, the big dickhead with a tiny penis, gagged with the Russian flag. She punches his balls a few times and rants on.
While Spanking Drumpf, Shana frees the nipple, and Luzer follows suit. Photo: Onyx
Then she pulls down her top, offering visual “breast therapy” and general aesthetic pleasure to all ogling eyeballs.
Let’s take a closer look… Photo: Jason
In solidarity, Luzer pulls up QE2 for a quick moob flash.
Free the Nipple! Photo: Jux Lii
Free the Nipple!
Shana tries to teach Drumpf the Bonobo Way. Photo: Onyx
Triple Communion & GasMaskGirl “She Bad”
This sets the scene for Bonoboville Communion.
Pleasant Pre-Communion Chaos in the Womb Room. Photo: Jason
After getting an eyeful, Luzer excuses himself, seeing how his Hollywood agent might not appreciate him being filmed in the midst of such an orgiastic engagement.
I invite Coralee to approach the Three Altars. Photo: Onyx
But nobody notices, because these ladies are such so much fun to watch.
PHOTOS: JUX LII
Since we don’t have much time left, I make it a triple.
Sprinkling the Sacred Salt on the Altars for Triple Bonoboville Communion. Photo: Jason
Three delightfully different, all topless, Altar Girls—Shana, Eva and Larissa—display their lovely topless “altars,” as Coralee takes Communion.
PHOTOS 1-3: ONYX. PHOTOS 4-5: JASON
Climatically, Coralee lays back between Eva’s knees and gets Waterboarded, Bonobo-Style for the giddy bonoboesque pleasure of all.
PHOTOS 1-2: JASON. PHOTOS 3-4: JUX LII
Then we’ve got just enough time for Ikkor the Wolf.
PHOTOS: JASON
With all the beautiful “bad girls” in the Womb Room, he has to sing “She Bad.”
PHOTOS: JUX LII
It’s already broiling, but the Wolf turns up the heat as we dance and play.
Spanking GasMaskGirl with Goddess Phoenix’s Whip. Photo: Jason
Nobody really twerks, but Coralee puts the gasmask back on and pulls down her latex top, looking very fetishistic, especially when I guide her around using the gasmask strap as a leash.
PHOTOS: JUX LII
I spank her “Sisters” tattooed bootie with glamazon Goddess Phoenix’s Neon Whip.
Sisters. Photo: Jux Lii
We bad!
After-Party & Beyond
Growing up Jewish in Philly, I always wondering if complaining—or kvetching, as they say in Yiddish—actually worked to get you what you wanted. Maybe it does.
Make like bonobos, not baboons! Make love, not war. Make love to someone you love tonight, even if that someone is you… I love you. Photo: Jason
Kvetching Luzer was certainly a kvelling winner during the after-party of this show, but being the Hollywood star that he is, TMZ and Bonoboville cameras were barred from filming.
PHOTOS 1-2: ONYX. PHOTOS 2-5: JUX LII
Upon completing my due diligence, I discovered that a good time was had by all.
A relatively quick after-party ensues and then Capt’n Max and I adjourn to cool off privately with a few heat-releasing oldster orgasms and a lot of crazy bonobo love.
#GoBonobos!
And please watch this show for free.
We Love You. Photo: Selfie
© Aug. 11, 2018. 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.
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Inspired by my interview with Tao Ruspoli for his upcoming film, the working title(s) of which is “Monogamish” or “Monogamy and Its Discontents,” I conjured up this show on “Free Love,” mixing sexperts with sexpots of orgies past and current porn. What is “free love”? The idea has been circulating since human sexuality was first restricted, probably around the dawn of civilization, leaving the meaning of free love to be just as free and open to interpretation as is the larger idea of love (and/or sex) itself. The term is officially applied to a proto-feminist movement in 19th century England whose original goals included keeping the state out of the people’s love lives and giving women the right to say no as well as yes to sex. With ensuing decades, “free love” expanded to include the right to have sex with any and all consenting adults, from the freewheeling swing parties of the Sexual Revolution to the current explosion in porn star marriages, polyamory, Facebook affairs and BDSM agreements. It all fits under the big wet umbrella of “monogamish,” a term popularized by eloquent Seattle sexpert and fellow Sex at Dawn fan, Dan Savage; that is, being in a committed sexual relationship that is not erotically exclusive. At least, not exactly…therefore the “ish.”
And therefore this show: A stimulating, freewheeling discussion of “Free Love, Then & Now” turns out to be fantastic foreplay for a dramatic display of hot, hardcore, lawfully-wedded, super-porny, squirting, multi-orgasmic and monogamish sex in action. Whether you’re monogamish or promiscu-ish, a free lover, a cheap fornicator or a high-priced whore, as every good bonobo already knows, the best things in life are FREE—like listening to this show (just click the arrow above). Though it’ll cost you a few sheckels (and believe me, it’s worth it!) to watch.
Featured Guests:
Eric John: The male half of one of LA’s hottest porn power couples, and one of our favorite guests on RadioSUZY1, Eric is a graduate of MIT in Aeronautic Engineering. But Boeing led to boinking, and the engineer became a porn star. Eric and his wife are in a very 21st century Free Love-ish, “monogamish” marriage in which they both screw other people—a LOT—but only for work (ErotiqueTV). In every other way, they’re a “normal” committed, married couple. After describing the nature of his “monogamish” marriage, Eric vividly demonstrates its sexual potency by banging his bride on my bed—after having already banged four other women that day!—in a magnificent display of marital lust, blowing our minds before he finally blows his (more…)
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Morgan Bailey, John Barrymore, Tasia Sutor, Dr. Suzy, Kayla-Jane Danger, Christian Bruyère, Jenna J. Ross, Sharday. Photo: JuxLii
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Though I originally called this show “WiLD LiFE LA,” it’s too chilly in our urban jungle enclave to take much more off than our high heels, turning the proceedings into more of a foot fetish fiesta, along with birthday spankings, fun with cake, bondage and tickle play, discussions of sex and religion, bonobo tales and sexy tails.
FEATURED GUESTS
Christian Bruyère: Though he hasn’t yet won a drsusanblock.tv award, Christian has collected many other accolades for his various documentaries and shows. He hasn’t directed any erotica (that we know of), but his film “Naked” features protestors who strip down to their birthday suits to promote their causes, and on at least one occasion, he took it all off along with the protestors (now that’s getting involved in your subject matter). He also donned a gorilla suit and performed a “roleplay” that involved beating his chest and chasing a carpenter down a hill, at the request of the late great Panbanisha, one of the bonobos at Dr. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh’s Bonobo Hope learning sanctuary, in a fascinating and illuminating episode of “Champions of the Wild.” We mostly talk bonobos on this show, about their remarkable intelligence, empathy, sense of humor and, of course, their peace-through-pleasure pan-sexuality—which include tickling, spanking and foot play (though absolutely no high heels). In the after-party, Christian tells me what it’s like to film from the center of an elephant orgy, filled with hundreds of copulating, trumpeting Loxodonta Africana, trunks raised, big elephant ears flapping, the males’ humongous penises (up to 39 inches long—now that’s well-hung!) joyously penetrating the receptive females who, with clitorises of up to 16 inches, are likely to be having a good time too.
Kayla-Jane Danger: Proud winner of the DrSusanBlock.tv Award Winner for “Most Fanatic Foot Fetishist,” this is the second time sweet Kayla-Jane, “The Shoe Slut,” has taken a stroll around my Womb Room, and once again, she puts her best foot forward—this time in racy red, faux-alligator hide, spike-heeled platform pumps. Though she’s promoting her new “doll parts” site, her fiery footwear reminds me of “Red Shoe Diaries” by the late great Zalman King, whose spirit seems to permeate the room (Zalman was one of the first people to call me in support of my cable TV show back in 1992, and his last film, “Girls Love Sex,” features Kayla). Ms. Danger defends her title fashionably as well as fanatically, showing off her ballet-trained arches and fetishistically wide-spreading toes, as well as giving us another lusty lesson in passionate podiphilic expression.
Jenna J. Ross: On her second appearance on DrSuzy.tv, Jenna is Kayla’s doll, stripping down to her transparent panties and letting her foot mistress tie up, kiss, rub, lick and tickle the high arches and dainty French-pedicured toes of her pretty petite feet (size 6½) until she’s squealing with laughter worthy of a cartoon character. Then she worships Kayla’s red hot heels and impresses Bonoboville with her awesome ability to stick her whole hand in her tiny mouth.
Morgan Bailey; Surprised winner of the DrSusanBlock.tv Award Winner for “Most Statuesque,” this sexy TS has long been one of our favorite guests and not just because she stands 6’3” without heels. Usually one of the hottest performers in the Womb Room, Morgan is more mild than wild this show, partly because of her impending nuptials in Tennessee (going from ‘ho to housewife can be challenging), and partly because she is recovering from recent surgery—that already makes her look more mahvelously feminine than ever—financed by her happy fiancé.
John Barrymore: Wayward member of the distinguished and rather wild Barrymore acting dynasty (though he’s got the Barrymore profile, he looks generally more like Michael Douglas’ little brother), actor, acting coach (now holding classes in Barrymore acting techniques), self-professed “iconoclast and cautionary example,” John waxes almost Shakespearean about his love of naked petite feet like those of his fellow guests Kayla and Jenna, but doesn’t “get” all the fuss about high heels, which gives Jenna a good excuse to go wild over Kayla’s.
Sharday: Birthday Girl and sweet GF of our fearless Institute manager Vanessa, as well as one of our newest therapists, Sharday reveals her newfound appreciation for the piquant pleasure and pain of spanking. Then she takes her birthday spanks “OTK,” over Morgan’s newly domesticated knee, while blowing out her birthday candles (nice blowjob!). Since her birthday cake is shaped like a paddle with the word “SPANK” across it, I can’t help but give her hot behind a nice spank with cake, after which, show producer Tasia Sutor takes a feral bite out of it—the cake, not her ass! Happy Birthday, Sharday! And many more…
Mohammed: Most of my private telephone sex therapy clients cherish their privacy and would never call my show, which is, of course, somewhat public. In fact, I tend to discourage them from calling the show which, though always sex educational, isn’t sex therapy. Our therapy is very client-focused, and our show is for ourselves, our audiences and just for fun—not necessarily for the benefit of the client. But every once in a while, a client’s exhibitionistic or conversational needs overcome his or her desire for anonymity, and he or she calls in on the show. Mohammed is one such client, a successful married man living in a strict Muslim society where many forms of sex outside of marriage are strictly forbidden to even discuss, let alone do. His imagination unbowed by these restrictions, Mohammed “goes bonobos,” fantasizing about his wife and himself sharing multiple sex partners of all genders, engaging in bisexuality, orgies, cuckolding and more. Will Mohammed liberate his inner bonobo and turn some of his fantasies into reality? Will he be caught and punished by the authorities? Will he convert to Christianity—as he says he wants to do—and find that brand of monotheism any more friendly toward his pansexual desires? What will his wife say? Keep tuning in to DrSuzy.tv live every Saturday night, and you’ll find out, as he’ll certainly call back, unless someone stops him.
WEAPONS OF MASS DISCUSSION
Born to be Wild, Getting Wild, Getting Naked to Protest War or Protesting War to Get Naked, Champions of the Wild, Sally Jewel Coxe & the Bonobo Conservation Initiative (BCI), Dr. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh & Bonobo Hope, Kanzi Playing Pacman, The Sad Passing Of Panbanisha the Bonobo, How Panbanisha Got a Filmmaker to Put on a Gorilla Suit for Her Amusement, Foot Fetish, Shoe Fetish, How High Heels Make You Look Hot & Can Ruin Your Feet, Why Bonobos Love Feet, How Can You Tell if Female Ejaculation is Real (the Smell Test & the Color Test)?, Do Female Bonobos Squirt (We Don’t Know)?, Going from “Ho” to “Housewife,” Trading LA Drama for Domestic Tennessee Drama, Sex for Meat, Animal Sex Isn’t Purely Reproductive, Lionesses Perform Fellatio on Lions, Male Grey-Headed Flying Foxes Perform Cunnilingus on Their Foxy Ladies, Livingston’s Fruit Bats & Male Kangaroos Perform Fellatio on Themselves. Spinner Dolphins Emit Cries that Vibrate the Surrounding Water & One Another’s Genitals, Cuckolding, Sex & Religion, Cross-Dressing, Exhibitionism, Dana DeArmond’s Disturbing & Mendacious Tweets, The Bonobo Way of Peace through Pleasure.
Thanks to our Bonoboville staff (revised staffbox coming soon) for your invaluable work and play on this show!
PERFORMANCE EROTICA
Wild Snake Play, High-Heel Modeling, Leg Modeling, See-Through Panty Modeling, Toe Spreading, Foot Arching, Foot Massage, Foot Licking, Foot Tickling, Toe Sucking, Arch Licking, High Heel Licking, Ankle Bondage, Birthday Spanking, Over the Knee (OTK) Spanking, Cake Spanking, Cake Biting, Shoe-Licking, Whole Hand in Mouth, Sybian Riding, Titty-Flashing, Butt Play, Hula-Hooping, Trapeze
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https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/13/20190831_labia_day_edit.mp3Happy Labia Day, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners!
Happy Labia Day 2019 Pre-Show Photo: J.B.
It’s our 5th annual Labia Day show live from the Womb Room sanctuary in the little Love Church of The Bonobo Way in Bonoboville.
#GoBonobos for Pussy Power on Labia Day and Every Day. Photo: Selfie
#GoBonobos for Pussy Power!
Happy Labia Day 2019 from DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: J.B.
WHY do we celebrate Labia Day on the Saturday before Labor Day?
Good question!
Labor Day Blues
Five lusty Labor Days ago, I felt my usual Labor Day pains, which have afflicted me since I was a child in the suburbs of Philly, laboring at growing up (which I never actually did), and then as a young lady laboriously pursuing her “higher” (yes, I did inhale) education at Yale.
Opening Labia Day 2019 with a little history. Photo: JB
In those bygone days, the first Monday of September always marked the close of another sunny summer, with “labor”—meaning school, winter and work—looming ominously and stressfully ahead.
I love LA. Photo: Selfie
Post-graduation (yes, much to my haters’ shock and consternation, I did graduate from Yale) and after a few years in New York and San Francisco, I moved to LA, land of endless summer. I loved it. I still do. I’ve traveled the world, from Paris to Kathmandu, but I always come home to LA.
Yale Graduation with Boyfriend Phil. Photo: Steve Block
Yet Labor Day remains bittersweet. Like any public holiday, it’s a good excuse to break out the booze and BBQs, but the whole “labor” theme has never struck me as an authentic celebration of “We the People,” the 99% who didn’t inherit money from Daddy—the real workers—and that includes sex workers.
In reality, Labor Day is more of a paltry pacifier thrown like a scrap to the starving from the obscenely overstocked banquet table of the .001%—the Trumps and the Pelosis, the Buffets and the Bezoses. It’s one measly Monday where we theoretically don’t have to labor for The Man, but we’re supposed to consume high-calorie processed foods from company stores like Walmart, watch military-style parades and endure boring speeches from corrupt politicians.
A more apt, authentic date to honor the working classes is May 1st, an old pagan holiday of the people, the fairest of whom would dance around lovely phallic Maypoles and lead the occasional Spring uprising against the powers-that-be. More than 80 countries around the world celebrate International Workers’ Day on May 1. The big exception is the U.S. of A. Fearing that commemorating May 1 as Labor Day would stir up socialist sentiments in the wake of Chicago’s Haymarket Massacre and the Pullman Strike, in which U.S. Marshalls killed a number of striking workers, U.S. President Grover Cleveland deliberately ignored “May Day,” choosing the first Monday of September in 1882 as *our* Labor Day.
Not that capitalism takes a holiday, nor does corporate greed. On the contrary, to fully exploit the large numbers of non-laboring laborers (a.k.a., potential customers), “Labor Day” is a huge retail sale weekend. Thus, ironically, many laborers employed in the retail sector—more than half of whom are women—not only labor on Labor Day, but work longer hours.
Sex Workers are Workers Too!
Now with Trumpelthinskin in office, it’s worse than ever for people who engage in actual “labor.” Labor unions are being phased out, one bad Supreme Court ruling at a time—unless you’re in that Dutch Shell union which required that you attend a Trump rally or not get paid–in my home state of Pennsylvania!
Shell forced 5000 of its Pennsylvania workers to attend a Trumpenstein Rally or go without pay for that day
Unemployment may be low, but workers are laboring longer hours than ever for Uber, Amazon or “self-employment” in the 24/7 digital economy that was *supposed* to be a time-saver, but really never stops demanding our labor.
Sex Workers of the World Unite! Sex work is an important aspect of The Bonobo Way. Photo: J.B.
And what about sex workers?
Herding Cats into the Pre-Show Group Selfie
Sex Workers of the World Unite!
Capt’n Max among the Sex Workers. Photo: Selfie
Sounds good, but it’s like herding cats…
Pussy (Panties) from Behind–with Ears. Photo: Bianca
Nevertheless, sex workers are workers, as the Trumpus well knows, having paid for—and “paid off”—quite a few, the most famous being our brave American heroine, Stormy Daniels.
tRump’s tiny peepee got into some Stormy Labia
And then there’s Karen McDougal, not to mention First Sex Worker Melania.
First Sex Worker Melania Trump back in the day, covering her labia–barely.
But do we celebrate sex workers on Labor Day? Not a chance… at least not in public.
Labia Day is Born
Therefore, back in 2015, fed up with the old Labor Day matrix, I was inspired to read between the lines—and lips—to find a similar but far more suitable and bonoboësque name for this so-called “day off” from the daily grind.
The First Labia Day on DrSuzy.Tv in 2015 with Dayton Rains, Chelsea Raw and Biz. Photo: Kevin Faircourt
Later, I learned I wasn’t the only one to have this onomatopoetic epiphany as there are #LabiaDay hashtags going back to 2011.
Nevertheless, no one celebrates Labia Day quite like we do here in the Womb Room.
Labia Day 2016. Photo: Irwin
Thus, for me, and maybe now for you, Labor Day has become Labia Day… or actually, the Saturday before Labor Day, is Labia Day.
Natasha Skinski sucks down phallic meat in Bonoboville. Photo: Felix
You all can gorge on penis-shaped grilled meat parts and buy a bunch of plastic with plastic on Monday, but how about giving the Saturday before up to Pussy Power?
Pussy Power on Labia Day 2019. Photo: J.B.
Can I get an Amen? Can I get an AWOMEN?
LABIA DAY 2018 with Blossom Green, Riley Reyes and Eva Yi Photo: Jux Lii
Check out our first, second, third and fourth celebrations, and get into the Labia Day spirit!
Happy Labia Day 2017 – from Our Lips to Your Lips… We Love You! Photo: Jun Tao
Now in its fifth great year, this fun, female-empowered and sex-educational new holiday has blossomed like a brilliant Georgia O’Keeffe flower in the Garden of Bonoboville, celebrating and exploring those ubiquitous but mysterious and always absolutely fabulous, fleshy doors to female pleasure, birth and miracles that we call labia (that’s Latin for “lips”).
Georgia O’Keeffe Flowers
Interestingly, this includes “labor” at its most basic, as a lady’s nether lips “go into labor,” along with the rest of her reproductive system, if and when she gives birth. Other times, a lady’s labium (singular for labia) might tease, please, squeeze, release, open, close, squirt and explode in ecstasy.
Whether you have labia or you like labia or you’re just “labia-curious,” Labia Day is for you!
Labor Day opens up into Labia Day 2016 in Bonoboville. Photo: Irwin
Kick off the Fall season with Pussy Galore.
Labia Day celebrates LIFE
After all, the labia are the doors to life.
L’Origine du Monde (The Origin of the World). Painting: Gustave Courbet. 1866
Sure, there’s in-vitro fertilization (IVF), but most human life is conceived when something—usually a penis or the IVF equivalent of a turkey baster—goes through the labia, the doors of sex, pleasure, pain, power, procreation and recreation.
If perchance the sperm fertilizes the egg within, about nine months later, the labia become the doors of birth. Though these days, many babies are born via Caesarian or “C-section”—sometimes to save the mother or baby’s life (as in my own case), but mostly because it’s more convenient for the doctor, with the added benefit to the hospital of adding a hefty extra charge to your bill. However, your natural way into this whacky world we call home is through the labial gateway.
Lessons in Labia Anatomy with the Vulva Puppet Teaching Tool, flanked by Sunshine and Amanda. Photo: J.B.
Birth is a biggie, but unless you’re one of those fecund females who gets knocked up every time she has sex, the labia are used far more often for recreation than procreation.
Sierra, Lo, Amanda Blow and Capt’n Max get into the Labia Day spirit. Photo: Sunshine
The labia are the doors to the playground within—every woman’s personal Womb Room.
Anatomically speaking, every woman, including post-op transwomen, has two sets of labia, the labia majora or outer lips and the labia minora or inner lips. The labia majora are usually bigger and naturally covered with pubic hair. Though in some women, the labia minora are larger and fleshier than the labia majora and, especially when aroused, flare out beyond them like tropical flowers.
PHOTO 1: SELFIE. PHOTOS3: BIANCA. PHOTOS 2 & 4: J.B.
Regardless of size, at the peak of these four luscious labia is the crowning jewel of female sensation, the clitoris or “clit,” the most sensitive part of a woman’s body, with over eight thousand nerve endings that have no function whatsoever except to receive pleasure.
We adore us some clitoris!
Yep, that’s my butt on HBO.
As I intoned on my first HBO show, the labia are the doors to a lady’s pleasure, and the clitoris is the doorbell. A gentleman never enters a lady’s pleasure palace without first ringing her doorbell.
Gently please, and it never hurts to add a little lube. When it comes to real estate, the three most important factors are: “location, location, location.” When it comes to labia pleasure, they’re “lubrication, lubrication, lubrication.” I recommend coconut oil if you’re not using latex.
Every woman’s two sets of labia are different, just as our clits, tits, feet, faces and other body parts are as different as snowflakes. No, it’s not just liberals who are “snowflakes”; we all are.
We are all different, beautiful, comical and awesome. Photo: Bianca
Diversity makes us awesome!
Tomi Lahren is Gunning for Your Labia
Just in time for Labor Day, Fox TV blonde Tomi Lahren’s new clothing line, Freedom, aka Free Dumb, is all made in China.
just in time for Labor Day AND Labia Day: Tomi Lahren’s Made-in-China yoga pants with gun holster just above the labia.
And just in time for Labia Day, Tomi’s yoga pants and shorts have a holster for your lady gun right above your vajajay.
It’s all naughty fun and games until someone shoots themselves between the labia. Clitty Clitty Bang Bang! Ouch.
Tomi’s lady-pistol-above-your-pussy-pocket yoga shorts
Are Right Wingnuts okay with abortions if they’re performed via Second Amendment methods? Because in this outfit, you can get the bloody job done while doing the plow position.
Hey, I’m open-minded; remember last week’s Dolphin Sex show?
Thinking about Zahar the randy dolphin who attacked humans on a French beach as my floatie noses into my labia. Photo: Selfie
But this is a fetish I won’t support, especially on Labia Day. I understand that a lot of people, including some of my guests on this show(!) feel that guns are sexy: the power, the danger, the phallic shape. Yet this takes ammosexual to crazy extremes. Then again, just being ammosexual is crazy. Or maybe it’s the “new normal.” More and more people are going ammosexual, but that doesn’t mean I have to support it.
For various reasons, lots of people, including some of my guests, feel guns are sexy. Photo: Bianca
Tomi, get out of the clothing design business. Doesn’t Fox pay you enough?
Quit that ammosexual crap, get wet and play with that firepower (pussy power) between your legs, Tomi. Photo: Selfie
Play with the fire power between your legs and forget about the AR-15 under the bed. Need a hand? Call us…
Seriously, all summer, it seems that every other Saturday, there’s a mass-murder. The biggest mass-shooting (yes, there were a few) on the afternoon of this show happened in Midlands and Odessa, Texas where Ana is!
Miguel, Ana and Betsy celebrate their birthdays with a big bouquet of fruit from daughter Kathy. Isn’t Betsy sitting up straight like a human? And doesn’t that angel look like she’s flying out of Ana’s head? Photo: Sunshine McWane
Ana’s okay (btw, she and Miguel just celebrated their birthdays, thus the pix above and below).
MIGUEL’S BIRTHDAY PARTY PHOTOS: AUTHOR
Still, it brings this crazy, ammosexually-charged mass-murder epidemic that much closer to home.
Follow the Bonobo Way of Peace through PLEASURE. Photo: Bianca
We really ought to learn from our Make-Love-Not-War bonobo ape cousins how to get on the path of peace through pleasure… if only our capitalism-corrupted leaders would let some of us workers—including sex workers—take the wheel.
Labia Art
The Dr. Susan Block Show is a show about sex with a capital X, though it’s not always X-rated.
Real-Life Labia on Labia Day 2019. Photo: Bianca
But this show is. After all, what’s a Labia Day celebration without seeing some real-life labia?
Comparing the anatomy of My Wondrous Vulva Puppet with Violet Coxx’s wondrous wide opn vulva which you can see in all its glory in the Forbidden Photographs section of Bonoboville. Photo: J.B.
I do demonstrate certain anatomical labia lessons (see outer and inner lips above) on my Wondrous Vulva Puppet by Dorrie Lane.
I collect labia art. I especially like pussy sculptures, though since our recent move, most are still packed away in (ahem) boxes.
Smoking the Bill Pacek Pussy Pipe of Peace. Photo: J.B.
My beautiful old Pussy Pipe, by sculptor Bill Pacak, never fails to amaze the Womb Room congregation, especially when I pull the inner labia out of the vulva to show everyone how it works.
Balloon Artist Sunshine McWane displays her Labia Balloon. Check out the clit! Photo: D.B.
My talented assistant Sunshine McWane makes balloon labia for Labia Day. Holding one, I feel like a kid at a clown-themed birthday party, but instead of a poodle, I’ve got a vulva.
Baubo, Greek Goddess of Mirth, is all laughter and pussy. Photo: J.B.
We also show and discus the hilarious ancient sculpture of Baubo, the ancient Greek Goddess of Mirth, whom I learned about in Pussy: A Reclamation by Regena Thomashauer. When Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, was deeply depressed over losing her daughter Persephone to Hades, the King of the Underworld, Baubo suddenly and mirthfully revealed her pussy, thereby bringing her out of her funk.
Under Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus” in umbrella form. Photo: Selfie
Baubo is kind of an old hag version of Aphrodite, known as Venus to the Romans, Goddess of Love, Sex, Pleasure and, of course, the Mount of Venus.
Pussy Talk in the shade of the Birth of Venus umbrella. Photo: J.B.
We honor her under an umbrella emblazoned with Sandro Botticelli’s Birth of Venus.
Under Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus” in umbrella form. Photo: Selfie
Also fascinating and very funny are the Sheela na gigs (“Sheela” being the Irish form of the Anglo-Norman name “Cecile,” and “gig” being English slang for female genitalia), Irish Medieval female gargoyles opening up their labia with their hands, often positioned over the entryways of churches. There are different interpretations of these odd ancient sculptures; to me, they represent more proof that the labia are indeed, the doors to the sanctuary, the Womb Room, a place of worship and wonder.
Sheela na gig
And they are the gateway to pleasure, to creation, to paradise. When streaming with come, they are truly the Pearly Gates, but just to the Little Death, not the big one. Not many die inside a vagina, despite the myth of Vagina Dentata (vagina with teeth).
Though the art and artifacts are marvelous, the real-life labia are even more impressive.
PHOTOS: J.B.
Kudos to Sunshine and Violet Coxx, for sharing their lovely labia on Labia Day.
Pussy Talk
Before the labia “come out,” I discuss various labia-related issues with my bevy of beautiful guests.
Pussy Talk with My Wondrous Vulva Puppet, Bevy of Beautiful Guests & the Back of Max’s Handsome Head. Photo: J.B.
Here in the Womb Room, we call this “Pussy Talk.”
Pussy Talk is Pussy Power! Photo: Bianca
The vagina loquens or “talking vagina” is a tradition in literature and art, dating back to ancient times, that involves vaginas, vulvas or pussies talking (usually thanks to a magic charm), the labia operating like our upper lips, usually about sex.
Our “pussy talk” is also about sex, with an emphasis on the pussy for Labia Day.
A bevy of beautiful labia owners on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: J.B.
I have a bevy of beautiful guests on this show, including the aforementioned Violet Coxx who made her debut on DrSuzy.Tv a few weeks ago in Violet Gold. She (and her labia) made such a good impression, we invited her back for Labia Day.
Welcoming Back Amanda Blow. Photo: Bianca
We also invited our longtime friend and show guest, the fabulous Amanda Blow. Amanda was first on the show waaaay back in 2011 in Porn Star Girlfriend and, most recently for My Birthday in 2017.
Amanda presents her gorgeous Girlfirend Posse. Photo: Bianca
Amanda Blow earns her name by giving some of the world’s best blowjobs on and off camera. She has given many, as well as stripped like a pro (wait, she is a pro) and masturbated, on DrSuzy.Tv, and has clips on Pornhub, among other outlets.
She’s late, the naughty girl, so she also earns herself a spanking and a fiber-optic whipping.
Whipping Naughty Amanda Blow. Photo: J.B.
But she earns points for wearing pussy-pink.
Amanda’s in pink and Violet’s in… nothing! Photo: J.B.
Amanda hasn’t done porn for a while; she’s more of a private money-up-front sex worker these days. She calls her pussy “Million Dollars.”
Accompanying Amanda is a girl posse of very sexy fellow sex workers. Actually, there’s one sex worker named Sierra, Amanda’s roommate, and one burlesque dancer/advice giver named Lola Risqué, though Amanda calls her Lo, who just moved in with Amanda and Sierra.
I’m not an in-person sex worker, but I can roleplay one over the phone. Call 213-291-9497. Photo: Selfie
Sierra is a true sex worker. A lot of people are “sort of” sex workers, including me, being a sex therapist, but I rarely see my clients in person, and when I do, I don’t have sex with them… though I do spank them occasionally.
But Sierra is, in the finest sense, what we used to call a hooker. Jesus loves the hookers, and so do I. And so does Max.
Sierra doesn’t show us her labia (maybe on the second date?), but she does display her beautiful buttocks. Photo: J.B.
Labia-wise, Sierra says she has the kind of inner labia that stick out beyond the so-called outer labia. She’s a little self-conscious about that, especially when Amanda prods her to talk about it.
It’s Pussy Talk: saying female sexual things that need saying.
Pussy Talk about Labia Variety. photo: J.B.
All labia are beautiful, though people have different preferences. I hear from a lot of men and women who prefer Sierra’s kind of inner lips that protrude beyond the outer.
Lola likes to combine burlesque and BDSM. She says her pussy’s name is Daphne in a way that makes me wonder if that’s her real name or the name of her high school girlfriend. She has a few sex partners, but isn’t polyamorous, nor is she cheating. “I’m 24,” she explains.
Violet is such a pleasure to spank. Photo: Unscene Abe
And then there is Violet, bubbling with bonhomie, a pleasure to behold—and spank!
Violet’s got a great butt, but I really love her brain. Photo: Unscene Abe
Yet Violet is also a deep thinker, a “sober alcoholic” and a sensitive empath who has been through her share of struggles over the course of her 25 years of life on Earth. When I ask my guests to share their feelings about and experiences with their labia, Violet offers that she went through some severe labial pain, a kind of temporary vaginismus. With some help, she healed herself, and is now “in the pink” of labial health. To see just how pink, check out this show’s Forbidden Photographs.
Violet shares post-show that she’s “made amends” with her “ex,” stand-up comic Dex Carvey (Dana’s son), over Boba tea. Stay tuned for future developments.
Taking Calls with Sunshine on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Bianca
In the midst of all the Pussy Talk, comes some Dick-tation from a caller and several commenters on the Facebook Live feed. Listen above or watch below for details.
Labia Day Display
Time flies when your pussy’s talking.
PHOTOS 1, 3, 5: J.B. PHOTO 2: BIANCA
Before we can say “vajajay,” it’s time for the Labia Day Display.
Violet Coxx loves being naked, and we love her for it–as well as for many other things! Photo: Bianca
Our first volunteer is Violet Coxx.
Violet in pink plaid skirt and pulled up “Fuck Toy” shirt. Photo: J.B.
Violet “loves being naked,” and that include showing off her pussy.
Violet shows off her ‘Fuck Me Harder” panties as Sunshine holds the mic up to them… to hear the “Pussy Talk”? Photo: J.B.
Though first she shows off her pink plaid schoolgirl skirt and her panties that say “Fuck me harder.”
Sunshine joins the Panty Parade in her “Period Red” lingerie. Photo: J.B.
That’s no surprise, considering her T-shirt says “Fuck Toy.”
First glimpse of real live labia on DrSuzy.Tv’s Labia Day 2019. Photo: J.B.
The frontal view is beautiful.
Young Kitty, Older Cougar. Photo: J.B.
But the view from behind shows more… which calls for a spanking, of course.
Spanking Violet. See the entire photo with full open labia – + more! – in the Forbidden Photographs of Bonoboville. Photo: Bianca
After the spanking, I ask for more volunteer labia, and Sunshine, dressed in red (to represent the menstruating pussies, she explains), shows off her beautifully-shaved Mound of Venus.
Getting a close-up look at Sunshine’s lovely shaved labia. Photo: J.B.
Wow, what a nice view of Sunshine we haven’t seen before on DrSuzy.Tv, though she’s a longtime peep show performer (so it’s not like we’re the first to see it).
PHOTOS 1-2: BIANCA. PHOTO 3: SELFIE
Of course, I show mine too, making it a nice labial combination: the young maiden (Violet), the mature woman (Sunshine), and the older woman (that would be me).
I cordially invite our other guests to share their labia with us, but like most escorts, they keep them under wraps until a serious buyer comes along. Yes indeed, these pussies have a price tag! Sierra’s starts at $500/hour and goes up, depending on what you want those labia—or other body parts—to do.
A few Bonoboville dollars almost get a peek of Amanda labia. Photo: Bianca
Amanda almost joins the show-your-labia party, when I stick Bonoboville dollars into her skimpy pink(!) g-string.
One labia is better than none. Photo: J.B.
But though she used to be the “wild one” on the show, she now won’t “go all the way,” holding out for the big money shot, having quit porn and joined the ranks of the far more private escort sex workers. She has decidedly mixed feelings about it, as well as the recent trajectory of her career path, and she later confesses she wanted me—or Capt’n Max—to “force” her to take off her panties. But we don’t force anybody to do anything, except in fantasy.
So the sex workers just sit back in the couch and enjoy the show.
Labia Day 2019 at the little Love Church of the bonobo Way. Photo: Bianca
Though they get in the Labia Day spirit with toys and art.
Sierra presents her posterior. Photo: J.B.
Towards the end, Sierra decides to show off her amazing ass.
Ass Up-Close. Photo: J.B.
I’m delighted, of course, as I am at all acts of erotic exhibitionism.
Copping a feel (I asked first). Photo: Unscene Abe
Well, maybe not all.
PHOTOS: UNSCENE ABE
But I certainly enjoy them when performed on my show by pretty ladies like my guests.
Stand-Up Spanking. Photo: Unscene Abe
Speaking of which, Violet gets another spanking in the after-party.
Violet gets the deluxe JuxLeather riding crop. See it uncenored in Bonoboville’s Fobidden Photographs. Photo: Unscene Abe
She also gets a good cropping.
PHOTOS: UNSCENE ABE
And a fiber-optic whipping.
Read the Bonobo Way or get red from it! Photo: Unscene Abe
And a Bonobo Way book-spanking.
And a fingering—ooh la la!—entering those luscious labia gates into tight wet heaven on Earth.
…and back to spanking again! Photo: Unscene Abe
After that spanking, I have to give Violet a Labia Day gift: a signed copy of the NEW Speakeasy Journal: Spank ‘n’ Art.
Violet gets SPANK ‘n’ ART. #GoBonobos! Photo: Selfie
God and Goddess bless Labia Day!
Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief Kept Gagged & Handless
For Labia Day—and pretty much every day—we keep the Pussygrabber-in-Chief far from the pussies, letting our plush dick doll effigy of the big narcissistic crybaby sit in the corner on my Eames chair, gagged with a penis pacifier.
Whacking our gagged Pussygrabber-in-Chief right in his facial labia and keeping him away from the pussies! Photo: JB
Moreover, this particular Trump effigy has no hands, not even tiny ones, so he can’t actually grab any pussies.
On a related topic, have you noticed tRump’s neck labia?
tRump’s throat labia
Sorry (not sorry) for the ad hominem attack, but there’s a vulva in the middle of his throat!
Post-Show Gifts, Pool Time & Orgasms
Post-show, we also give each of our guests a Labia Day gift: more signed copies of the Speakeasy Journal: Spank ‘n’ Art.
Speakeasy Journals of SPANK ‘n’ ART for the Sex Workers! Photo: Selfie
Then the Captain and I say our farewells.
Make like bonobos, not baboons. Make love, not war. Make love to someone you love tonight… even if that someone is you. I love you. Photo: J.B.
Between Amanda’s entreaties to join us for a private threesome and spanking Violet’s labia, we were pretty turned on.
Also pool time before the show is an aphrodisiac.
Pussy Power by the Pool. Photo: Selfie
It certainly gets my pussy wet!
Reflections of a Wet Pussy. Photo: Selfie
So, alone in our ship of sheets, just the two of us, the Captain orgasmically enters my harbor of love… right through my labia!
Moments away from celebrating LABIA DAY 2019 with My Yale Husband! Photo: Selfie
Happy Labia Day 2019!
© September 1, 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.
Explore DrSusanBlock.com
Need to talk? Sext? Webcam? Do it here. Have you watched the show? No? Feel the sex. Don’t miss the Forbidden Photographs—Hot Stuff, look at them closely here. Join our private social media Society. Join us live in studio 😊. Go shopping. Gift shop or The Market Place. DrSusanBlock.tv, real sex TV at your toe tips. Sex Clips Anyone? FASHION, we have fashion! We also have politics. Politics? Have you Read the book? No? How about the Speakeasy Journal? Click here. Ok, how about some free sex advice?
Length 01:50:46 Date: February 10, 2018
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/13/20180210_V-Day_edit.mp3On the verge of V-Day in the #MeToo 2018 Trump era of heightened fears, embarassing exposés, difficult transitions, and rapidly accelerating alienation, I gather together in my Womb Room a sapiosexually stimulating assortment of colorful kinksters and clowns, sexperts and sexpots, fabulous FemDoms, adorable subbies, sultry switches, a sweet science administrator and a funny radio personality.
Pre-VDay Show Selfie with Ian O’Brien, Mistress Mina, Jake Dill, Mia Amore, Candy Cadaver, Phoenix Dawn, Queerella Fistalot, Mistress Bella Bathory, Siouxsie Q. James, Michael Vegas.
I feel like God and the Goddess have given me a shiny red and pink box of human Valentine candies. Throughout this flavorful show, I savor taking a taste of each one. Yum!
Valentines, Clowns, Couples, Trouples and Quadruples in the #MeToo Trumpocalypse. Photo: Jux Lii
V-Day for Couples
I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: Valentine’s Day is fake news concocted by the early Catholic Church, enhanced by Hallmark and abetted by Amazon, effectively sanitizing and commercializing the original primal holiday of the heart. I prefer the earlier V-Day, Lupercalia, which we will celebrate with lust and floggers this coming Saturday in Bonoboville.
However, being a love junkie, I just can’t ignore Valentine’s Day itself. So, Capt’n Max and I are attempting to make vague plans for the Big Day which falls, rather inconveniently, on a Wednesday this year, and I’m already feeling the ridiculous-but-very-real pressure to make it unforgettably romantic without spending Bonoboville’s rent money. How do other couples, trouples, quadruples and singles handle the stress and pleasure of the High Holiday of Love?
In search of answers, stimulation and entertainment, we chat and play with this congregation of guests squeezed joyously into our little Church of Bonoboville.
To my right is a sweet couple celebrating their first Valentine’s Day together. Nothing out of the ordinary here, except that Mistress Mina is a pro-Domme and her Valentine, ALT 98.7 FM talk show host/comedian Jake Dill adores her, but isn’t very kinky (so he says).
Jake and Mina don’t have firm plans for V-Day itself. Though without a doubt, Jake’s goal is to “please” his Valentine. If he has a fetish, he says, it’s pleasing the woman he loves.
“So you’re a cuckold,” concludes one of my other guests, which Jake strongly denies.
But then how does he feel about his Valentine dominating her mostly male clients—often in an erotic way? “That’s her profession,” he explains dividing work and play in a way that some of my other guests might disagree with, but on the verge of their first V-Day, whatever makes them happy together is the “right” answer.
Post-Waterboarding Confession. Photo: Gaby De Leon
They do a sweet Bonoboville Communion and Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style together, so their Valentines Week is off to a great, sexy start.
The Bella Clown Posse
To my left is the majestic Mistress Bella Bathory, slinky in pink (her signature color), and her “posse” of Valentine lovers, clowns and associates.
Bella Clown Posse Valentine Trouple. Photo: Jux Lii
Ms. Bathory’s namesake honors Countess Elizabeth Báthory, a sadistic Transylvanian noblewoman who is said to have bathed in the blood of young maidens she enticed into her castle. Pretty sinister for a loving feminist like Bella, but when Cami Rosebud asks about her namesake upon her arrival, Ms. Bathory teases provocatively (off-camera), “I aspire to that level of narcissism and blood-lust daily.” Is she clowning or sincere? Probably a combination.
Identity being important with such a progressive group, I must say, identifying the Bella Clown Posse’s romantic artistic relationships is in and of itself a sapiosexually stimulating challenge. My advance apologies, if I have to issue corrections.
Introducing Siouxsie Q James & the Bella Clown Posse. Photo: Slick Rick
If my currently-slightly-hungover memory isn’t failing me, Bella’s primary Valentine (at least for this show) is the adorable and astonishingly smart actress, writer and Adult Performer Advocacy Committee (APAC) representative Siouxsie Q James, decked out in retro polka dots like a living Betty Boop for her third appearance on DrSuzy.Tv (for the others, see No Prop 60 and Max’s Bday 2016).
Siouxsie’s Valentine (besides Bella) is Michael Vegas, in clown-face and suspenders, who has been a guest on a number of Dr. Susan Block Shows (with various Valentines) from 2010 to 2014, this being his first appearance in over four years!
Then there’s Bella’s “life partner,” another kind of Valentine, Queerella Fistalot.
Presenting Fabulous Phlebotomist Queerella Fistalot live from Bonoboville on DrSuzy-Tv! Photo: Hugo
Topless and in a tiny black g-string, big black and white hair, boots and a cut-out waist-cincher Queerella is striking eye candy.
Moving back around to my right, straddling her own Sybian through most of the show, is a clown-faced cutie whose name is actually Candy (last name: Cadaver); she’s part of the Bella Posse, but her Valentine seems to be that Sybian.
Opening the show with Candy Cadaver riding her Sybian and Ian O’Brien shyly clasping his knee. Photo: Slick Rick
Also over on the right is Free Speech Coalition science and regulatory affairs director Ian O’Brien. A quiet unassuming guy, here because Siouxsie “dragged” him along. Ian says he loves bonobos, so we love him.
My lovely assistants, Phoenix Dawn and Mia Amore, round out the group, and off we go into a rollicking pre-Valentine’s Day show. The Bella Posse’s plans for V-Day include stopping at Hooters to “rip up pictures of our exes,” then going on a pilgrimage to David Bowie’s star on Hollywood Boulevard (that’s two shows in a row with trips to Hollywood stars—last Saturday’s was D.A.D. peeing on the Trumpster’s star).
Siouxsie Has Two Daddies + Olympic Valentine Communion
First up for Bonoboville Communion are Bella and Michael, both of whom Siouxsie calls “Daddy.”
Siouxsie Has Two Daddies. Photo: Jux Lii
Having been raised Catholic in Chicago (thanks to fellow Chicago kinkster, Ken Melvoin-Berg, for recommending Bella to us!), Mistress Bella agrees to be a Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl. Even though it’s her First Communion, Mistress Bella directs the proceedings in her charmingly bossy way.
Lubing Up Countess Bathory’s Pink Latex. Photo: Gaby De Leon
First Siouxsie and I (the two Susies—though neither of us spell it that way) lube up her latex. Mmm…. sensuous!
Michael leans into her thigh for a lick, then arches his head under her skirt (with a quick but exciting commando flash).
Bella requests that I pour the Agwa de Boliva Coca Leaf Liqueur down her latex dress from her boobs to Michael’s mouth.
It’s like a Winter Olympic event, except it wouldn’t win any medals as it ends in more of a splatter than a swallow. Oh well, we just need to practice before we can go for the gold.
Waterboarding, Snowboard Olympics-Style. Photo: Jux Lii
Speaking of the Olympics in Pyeongchang, the best Valentine love story this year is that of the two teams from North and South Korea coming together, under one flag, into the Opening Ceremonies, held less than 50 miles from the heavily armed border of the two countries. Hey, hey, it’s the Bonobo Way.
Korean Valentine: The North & South march together into the 2018 Winter Olympics with Bonoboesque Hopes for Peace. Meanwhile Pence “takes a knee” for the U.S. War Machine.
Representing the USA to most decent Americans’ abject embarrassment, U.S. Vice President Mike Pence refused to stand when most of the stadium rose in a standing ovation for the peace that the two teams marching in together represented. Though Pence has chimed in with tRUMP to criticize NFL players “taking a knee” against police brutality at football games, he essentially took a knee against peace at the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics. If there was ever any doubt that U.S. interests are in fomenting discord and marketing war, now it’s as plain as the snowflake-white hair on Pence’s head.
Pence castigated North Korea for their military parades. But he’s 100% behind his boss’ call for a military parade on American soil. Speaking of that ridiculous, expensive, fascistic and unseemly call for a Banana Republic-style military parade, our tRUMP doll gets spanked with a tank on this show! Actually, it’s a toy military truck, but “spanked with a tank” sounds better. It’s the Bonobo Way.
Spanked with a Tank! Photo: Gaby de Leon
We also gag him with a toy machine gun. It’s 2018, and the Resistance is getting worked up.
Go Siouxsie Go! Tank-Spank tRUMP’s Rump! Photo: Gaby de Leon
It’s also 20-Gay-Teen! Three cheers and a bonobo beer to #TeamUSGay Olympians, Adam Rippon and Gus Kenworthy, the first openly gay Olympians to come out before competing, and who have refused to meet with Pence because of his anti-LGBTQ history and even posted pix of themselves with the caption “Eat your heart out, Pence.”
Openly Gay & Fabulous Olympian Adam Rippon owns the ice in Pyeongchang
And I have to say, watching the utterly hypnotic Adam Rippon skate (as well as Mirai Nagasu’s herstory-making triple axel) is making me late with this blog today!
Mark Brown about to own the ice in Long Beach.
Speaking of hot openly gay male ice skaters, shout-out to my fabulous hairdresser Mark Brown, who beautified my hair just before this show and may not be an Adam Rippon-level Olympian, but happens to be a fine figure skater. Forget the dance floor, boys, get out on the rink and spin your stuff! Adam Rippon for President! Mirai Nagasu can be veep, or she can triple-axel her way into the top spot. Either way, they have my vote.
From Bella to Queerella
After her Slalom Communion, Bella would like to take a more “traditional” Bonoboville Communion from her “life” Valentine, the foxy Ms. Fistalot. Already topless, Queerella’s pert, pierced tatas serve as the perfect Communion Altar. Brought up in a very strict Christian household, Queerella almost looks like she’s going to levitate in her role as Altar Girl.
Mia Amore wants to take Communion too, and fortunately, Queerella has two boobs, so both Bella and Mia take a simultaneous Double Communion. Ooh la la!
Taking her first Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style like a good P.O.W., Mia is initiated into the great mysteries of the Church of Bonoboville.
Naturally, Bella orchestrates her own Waterboarding, requesting that Queerella be Agwa-waterboarded and then snowball the shot into Bella’s mouth with a kiss.
This we manage a little more gracefully than the earlier waterslide, though I think they get more Agwa down their chins than their throats. Either way, it’s super sexy, and a loving Valentine twist on Bonoboville Communion.
Queerella’s Valentine heart-shaped ass (pre-spanking) reveals the hidden Lupercalian history of the holiday. Photo: Jux Lii
Later, Queerella offers up her beautiful Valentine heart-shaped ass for a Lupercalian whacking.
Mistress Mina starts to spank Queerella’s Valentine heart-shaped bottom with her spiky spanking gloves, as Jake watches (without getting aroused). Photo: Slick Rick
She even brought her special spiked spanking gloves and a leather slapper for the occasion.
“I’m a sadomasochist,” she purrs seductively. “I love pain.”
She proceeds to prove this by letting Mistress Mina put on those nasty spiky gloves and spank her heart-shaped ass until it bleeds the cardinal red color of Valentine’s Day. Normally, we don’t go for blood play on DrSuzy-Tv, but when it happens, it happens, and it’s especially okay when the “victim” is smiling joyously, and is a trained phlebotomist who understands the importance of safety first.
Interestingly, Jake attests that he is not the least bit aroused watching his hot girlfriend play with another sexy lady. Hmmm. Maybe it’s too close to cuckolding. Whatever it is, the rest of us are certainly turned on. Thanks Jake, Mistress Mina and the luminous, Valentine-bottomed Ms. Fistalot.
Fisting Brianna
Mistress Bella loves to fist people. So does Mistress Mina. The word is even part of Queerella Fistalot’s name. Enough talk, how about some action? Can we have a fisting demo?
Well, yes, but the fistee is a beautiful blow-up doll named Brianna. It’s understandable that none of my human guests are ready to jump up and get fisted (though it’s been done a few times before on DrSuzy.Tv by Cumisha Amado and Carol Queen). That tends to require a certain level of preparation in humans. Dolls are another story; one reason we love them!
Siouxsie demonstrates the Fine Art of Fisting on Brianna. Photo:: Hugo
The fister and instructor for this demo is Siouxsie Q. James who, with the help of a little “Bacon Lube” from Astroglide (love that bacon!), gives Brianna a good fisting. Phoenix tries to stick her hand in Brianna’s twat at the same time, but apparently Brianna can’t take a double fisting, even with Bacon Lube. Send her back to the lab!
#MeTooWhatNext: Decriminalize and Destigmatize Sex Work
Just before we bid adieu to our live broadcast audience, we talk about #MeToo, and its relevance in the world of porn and other forms of sex work.
#MeTooWhatNext? Follow the Bonobo Way of Female Empowerment, Male Well-Being & Peace through Pleasure (with a little bit of pain). Photo: Gaby de Leon
We also talk about one of my pet points: the importance of decriminalizing and destigmatizing sex work in the next phases of #MeToo. If extracurricular sexual energy can’t be expressed in the work place, it should be channeled into something safe, sane and consensual… like sex work.
Post-Show Fun, Valentine Orgasms and the Bonobo Way
After the show, we clown around with the clowns.
PHOTOS: ABE BONOBO
When Queerella removes her hair, she looks like a totally different person, still sexy though, especially in her adorable “FIST TRUMP” bootie shorts and her “Make America Gape Again” tee.
Awesome Poi Boy Michael Vegas wows the crowd. Photo: Gaby de Leon
Michael Vegas wows the bar with a dazzling, neon-glowing Poi show that brings a little bit of Burning Man into Bonoboville.
Mia and I both try our hands at poi play which doesn’t require Michael’s level of skill to create cool effects.
Whee! I’m in Poi-Land! Photo: Hugo
All this Valentine eye candy is very exciting—and not bad for your health, like real candy—providing the Captain and I with just the right visual stimulates package to get our Valentine’s Week off to an orgasmic start.
Go Bonobos for Valentine’s Day! Celebrate World Bonobo Day with The Bonobo Project and gain Valentine inspiration to “release your inner bonobo” from the Love Apes of the rainforest, where every day is Valentine’s Day. The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure is the ultimate antidote to the fear and hatred that is driving us apart. Give it to someone you love, even if that someone is you. A portion of all proceeds go to help save the highly endangered real bonobos in the wild.
Go Lupey for Lupercalia! Photo: Jux Lii
Next Saturday, we’ll go lupey for Lupercalia with Mistress Porcelain, Mistress Jennifer, Elena Rayn, Rhiannon Aarons, Chef BeLive, Daniele Watts and more!
Thanks to Our Volunteers: Hair by- Mark Brown; Videographers- David Polcino; Photographers – Hugo, Slick Rick, Jux Lii, Gaby Deleon Photography; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Gideon Grayson, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.
Valentine Kinksters at the Speakeasy Bar. Photo: Gaby de Leon
© Feb. 11, ,2018. 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.
Explore DrSusanBlock.comNeed to talk? Sext? Webcam? Do it here. Have you watched the show? No? Feel the sex. Don’t miss the Forbidden Photographs—Hot Stuff, look at them closely here. Join our private social media Society. Join us live in studio 😊. Go shopping. Gift shop or The Market Place. DrSusanBlock.tv, real sex TV at your toe tips. Sex Clips Anyone? FASHION, we have fashion! We also have politics. Politics? Have you Read the book? No? How about the Speakeasy Journal? Click here. Ok, how about some free sex advice?
On our 10th annual Eros Day, we celebrated the power of change and the glory of hope with an Orgy for Obama.
Date: 2/07/2009
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_promo_ver2-0.mp4Yes indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners…
HOPE Is The New Black.
More to the point: HOPE makes you horny. High on the horniness of hope that exploded with the spectacular inauguration of America’s first African-American President…
we came together…
black and white…
beige and pink…
professors and porn stars…
singers and swingers…
veterans and virgins…
masters and slaves…
celebrities…
and the couple-next-door…
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p1_prelude.mp4within the warm velvet walls of the Speakeasy…
We came together to celebrate the auspicious inauguration of this amazing American whose name so magically and musically rhymes with our “Enemy”…
We came together to honor this man who is already living up to his peace-through-pleasure promises, whose first executive act initiated the closing of the shameful American dungeons of Guantanamo.
We came together to welcome this sexy new Prez who looks great shirtless (reminiscent of JFK looking great hatless)…
and shows us the way to love by engaging in an apparently active, romantic sex life with his HOT WIFE, the two of them caressing our eyes and lifting our hearts with their grace and sensuality.
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p2_venuseros.mp4Thus, under the twinkling 18-foot ceilings of the Speakeasy Cathedral…
we ate…
drank…
danced..
played…
prayed (Yes indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners!)…
flirted…
squirted…
and screwed each other’s brains out…
with glee, gratitude and hope.
Yes We Did!
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p3_3graces.mp4What did we do?
Sometimes I forget that most people have never been to an orgy.
It just seems so natural to me to gather together a diverse but compatible group of sexually eager, creative, open, mostly attractive human beings…
I provide some beds, couches, music, dildos, flowers, incense, art, a dance pole courtesy of PoleDanzer)…
some bondage equipment (courtesy of the Broken Door LA)…
some Doc Johnson Pocket Rockets (a word of diplomatic advice to Obama: Drop Pocket Rockets, Not Patriot Missiles)…
serve them some good libations to enjoy with the vibrations (Eros Day X drinks of choice include Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur, Agavero Tequila Liqueur, Absente Absinthe, Magellan Gin, Rhum Barbancour)
some condoms, of course (special Obama Condoms provided by Condomania)…
then allow them to shed their clothes along with their inhibitions…
touch, suck and ride each other to the stars…
and share in something you just don’t experience in a one-on-one relationship…
no matter how much in love or even in lust you are.
That something is communal ecstasy.
The liberating, exhilarating and very natural act of sharing sexual energy and activity with more than one other person.
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p4_ariel.mp4So please forgive me when it slips my mind that most people in the modern world have never witnessed, much less participated in an orgy.
Let alone an orgy “for” the President of the United States.
Most people devoutly believe or go along with the conventional wisdom that just the word “orgy” is quite crazy, highly distasteful and rather dangerous.
PR Newswire refused to run our press release because of the word “orgy.” But you know, “Party for Obama” just doesn’t have the same ring. Nor does it mean the same thing.
So we put the word out as we usually do on BonoboWay, on Twitter, in the Googlegroup, on my hot new Facebook Fan Page, emailing announcements here and there…
And the orgiasts came from hither and yon…
all decked out for a patriotic orgy!
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p5_clothespin.mp4Some were veterans of Eros Day, celebrating 10 years of Speakeasy orgies, honoring Eros, the primeval god of love, lust and life itself according to classical mythology…
and a little phallic planetoid according to modern astronomy…
as well as the “Spirit of Eros” – the idea of passionate love and peace through pleasure in the world.
The fact that the cock-shaped planetoid 433-Eros comes closest to Earth at this time of year grounds Eros Day in a scientific framework that our “non-believers” appreciate.
So some came for the Planetoid Eros, ejaculating gamma rays as it spins closer to us.
Others didn’t know a planetoid from a hemorrhoid.
They came to the Speakeasy specifically to orgy for Obama.
Here is a President who arouses our erotic dreams along with our political hopes, stimulating our desire for a new era of peace-through-pleasure politics and an end to lawless militarism in America and around the world, inspiring us to choose hope over fear, change over inertia, love over war, the Bonobo Way over acting like a baboon, Eros over Thanatos.
We have gone through hell.
But we hope and believe that we are entering an Era of Eros.
And on the 10th Annual Eros Day, on the twenty-fourth day of the first month in the two thousand and ninth year of that other Lord…
we showed our commitment to our cause by laying our bodies on the line…
at the Eros Day X Orgy for Obama Inaugural Ball.
One of my favorite parts of the Inauguration coverage was an adorably flustered female reporter saying to a grinning Obama “Mr. President, you must have a lot of balls to attend to!” At that point, I decided Eros Day X would be the Wildest Ball of Them All (Inauguration Balls, that is)…
In that quest, we certainly succeeded.
Yes, we did!
Most balls and other star-studded events commence with a red carpet entrance…
and so did ours.
The New Era of Eros involves reaching out to our brothers and sisters across the aisle.
So we reached out to Sarah Palin (Sara Sioux) and invited her to the orgy.
Not too surprisingly, Sarah “Venus in Furs” Palin fit right in with the porn stars and fetish dommes.
In fact, Governor Palin became our press liaison, wrangling the media like a pro, from Hustler to The LA Weekly to Citizen LA.
Though she refused to distribute the Obama Condoms. She had her own.
Meanwhile, Teri, Fritz, Felicia and Bran wrangled porn stars and fetish models; tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!
At about 10:30 pm, we gathered the congregation together in the Womb Room for an Eros Day ritual, involving a bevy of beautiful Eros Angels, some porn stars, some fetish masters, a couple of doctors, several lawyers and one kindergarten teacher (though I won’t say which one).
It was a little corny and solemn but mystically erotic and slightly ironic, like a scene out of “Eyes Wide Shut” or “The Da Vinci Code” (the book, not the movie) or a Weimar Berlin-esque bohemian cabaret.
I support Obama’s policy of transparency, so my Eros Angels wore transparent togas, or nothing at all.
Like any good ritual, we lit candles.
Since this ritual was opening up an orgy, we used Penis Candles by Coco de Mer, LA’s swankiest “erotic luxury” shop…
plus some exquisite little candy apple red Vulva Candles.
Viva la Vulva!
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p6_fullyclothed.mp4Smoke enveloped a vision of Venus on The X…
The American Aphrodite was played with grace and passion by the divine Miss Piglet, completely nude except for an American flag scarf wrapped around her slim waist…
shackled to The X as Christ was nailed to the Cross, suffering for the sins of The Bush Administration, and all the rest of us who put up with that Gang of Chickenhawk Cronies and Thieves.
Just as our Eros Day Prayer climaxed with a resounding “Amen!” and then an even more resounding “Awomen!”, the great God Eros, in his half-human form of “Obameros,” flew through the Speakeasy Bar and into the Womb Room to save America, his Mother, who is also, according to those perverted classical myths, his Lover.
Obameros was played by young Obama-lookalike and Speakeasy newcomer Jonathan Footman. After Hairmaster Bran gave him the Obama Cut (now all the rage), he looked like he could at least be the President’s son, by Venus.
To the Agwa-soaked cheers of the crowd, Obameros unshackled the American Aphrodite from the X, kicking off the Eros Day X “Orgy for Obama”
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure how the orgying would begin. I’d made some plans, of course, but the best-laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.
So I was pleased to see our alternate Eros, Paris, aka Peros, get that Inaugural Ball rolling via a Foot Orgy…
with a bevy of porn star feet…
Regan Reese, Jessica Jaymes, Kelly Leigh, Sinnamon Love, Natasha Skinski, a bunch of hot ladies from the Broken Door LA, plus our own gorgeous-gammed Ariel (body of a Victoria Secret model, soul of a Shakespearean sprite) all dipped their toes into the Foot Orgy of Peros…
I’ve often said that the way to a lady’s heart is through the pleasure points of her feet..
and Peros proved that point with his talented tongue and his large dark planetoid…
many toes over…
From toes to head, after the foot orgy, the “regular” orgy spread through the Speakeasy, planetoids shooting into black holes around the galaxies.
Eros also blessed us with some excellent live musical performances that kept everyone dancing and exploring.
Exquisite, talented, Yale-educated singer/songwriter Michelle Shaprow (whom I met at Mory’s during Sex Week at Yale ‘04) took the stage, her heavenly presence and angelic voice enticing the devils to play…
It also enticed me to spank Jessica Jaymes’ devilishly hot ass.
Then Curt Bonnem, whose priestly performance with The Beastly Bombing had graced the Speakeasy at the Eros Day Operatic Orgy in ‘07, now all dressed up like Burt Reynolds in “Boogie Nights,” for his role as Harry Reames in Lovelace: The Rock Opera, now playing at the Hayworth Theater, belted out “Let’s Fuck.”
And so we did…
as the virtuoso drummers of Naked Rhythm kept the beat erotic, with DJ Leo9 and Kyle the Bassist.
Other celebrity guests at this star-studded Eros Day: Mae Victoria, Kelly Leigh, Axel Braun (son of Lasse Braun who introduced Eros Day to me, and was the first to make me squirt), Chocolate Hercules (as Jupiter), Kat and BD, Lorelai Givemore, Dino Bravo, Violet Marcel, Dick Chibbles and the Disneyesque Dickey Balls.
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p7_michelle.mp4And so it was another awesome orgiastic – and even squirting – Eros Day…
and I was everywhere in and out of the orgy, with and without Eros, as usual.
But this Eros Day was different for me, my heart unhinged like a broken door, because in the midst of all the orgiastic awesomeness, I was deeply missing, not to mention crazy-worried about Prince Max, unjustly shackled by the state for a non-crime: failure to appear on dismissed charges.
As I write this, he’s in the endless process of being “processed” out of the government’s clutches. What a Kafkaesque nightmare! What a travesty of justice (but that’s another bloggamy)!
So there was a certain amount of melancholy to my “performance” on Eros Day X…
but there was also hope.
Hope makes things happen.
I have hope that if Obama can open the doors of Guantanamo, he can free a lot of unjustly detained Maxes, innocent men and women, most of whom are black and brown, languishing in the vast overpopulated and archaic dungeons of America.
https://drsusanblock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/13/20090122_eros_x_p8_lovelace.mp4But back to my Eros Day X, which topped off with five frustrated men massaging my neck, my hands and one foot each.
It was a massage orgy, and not a bad one. These guys channeled the Spirit of Eros into their fingers. Ooooh rub me, rub me, baby…
There are many kinds of orgy – sexual, sensual, political, emotional, intellectual, therapeutic, inspirational – and we rocked them all at the Speakeasy in our Eros Day X “Orgy for Obama” Ball.
May all of that orgiastic energy and communal ecstasy flow into good fortune for President Obama’s peace-through-pleasure approach to governance.
Eros Bless You!
Amen. Awomen.
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