Length 01:28:54  Date: October 2, 2021, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block   

Happy Kink Month 2021! It’s our first ride of October 2021 on the Love Train, so we kick off this darkening month of shivery delights with kinky sex, kinky politics, kink-positive therapy and kinky bonobo love.

We also talk about our kangaroo court hearing before the Arcadia city inspection “politburo” and its kinky harassment and discrimination against us.

However, while those other forms of kink are good consensual fun and even healing at times, the Arcadia city inspectors’ harassment is nonconsensual and extremely harmful to all concerned.

This Kink Month kickoff isn’t a big kink-crazy bacchanal, filled with FemDoms, subbies, switches, pornstars, fetishists, strippers and kinksters, like we’ve held for so many fabulous, orgiastic Kink Months past. Times have changed, and so have we… at least for now.

That doesn’t mean we don’t get kinky. Capt’n Max and I took a break from work in the early morning hours of this show and kicked off Kink Month 2021 with a couple of kinky orgasms. How kinky? When you’re as old as us, everything’s kinky.

Kink can be physical or mental. Though Max is older than me, in some of our fantasies, I’m a Cougar having sex with younger women and men, including a younger Max. Anything is possible in fantasy!

After the orgasms, we napped for a few hours, then showered, changed clothes and went back to work. We do this a lot… which apparently wreaks havoc with the Arcadia City Inspectors’ Politburo zoning “plans” for us.

Capt’n Max & Me at the DMV. Photo: Selfie

See, partly because of our advanced age (and the not-so-sexy kinks in our backs), we don’t have sex on the floor, over the desk or up against the filing cabinet like we used to do in our younger days.

We prefer to make love on a nice comfortable bed that we keep in an active-use storage room down the hall from our office.

This bed—along with several others—is at the heart of the Arcadia City Politburo’s trumped up “case” against us. Apparently, this bored board of apparatchiks into peeping tomfoolery goes into hysterics if an Arcadian worker lies down on the job!

Back to consensual kink. What does it really mean? The term derives from the idea of a “bend,” aka a “kink”, in one’s sexual behavior, as opposed to “straight” or “vanilla” sexual activity. Kink can be a little—or a lot—taboo. Most fetishes could be considered kinky.

A kink is often seen as a problem, as in “we have to work the kinks out.” Sexual kinks can be problems, but usually they are the opposite. Kinks are often pleasures, and sometimes their enjoyment is a solution to problems like stress, anxiety, loneliness, not to mention horniness.  

There are almost as many different kinks as there are stars in the sky, though many fit under the Big Tent of BDSM, which breaks down to Bondage & Discipline (B&D), Dominance & Submission (D/s); Sadomasochism (SM).

Bondage can be a real *bonding* experience that combines lust with trust to deepen an intimate relationship. Spanking and other forms of impact play are also very popular erotic past-times that can be therapeutic or just good clean kinky fun.

Common kinks include fetish clothing like latex, stockings, panties, lingerie, high heels, boots and the kinky fashion list goes on. Kinky Masks do double duty for fun and safety. Mel is sporting a glittery facemask that she decorated herself.

If circumstances require a little discomfort, you might as well make it cute and kinky!

These kinks and many more can be enjoyed alone (you are your own longest-term kink partner!), with one special someone, or as part of the collective ecstasy and sharing spirit of a BDSM play party or a Bonoboville bacchanal.

What if your kink or your partner’s kinks are causing you problems? You might benefit from Kink-Positive Therapy, such as the kind our Therapists Without Borders provide through the Block Institute.

Mid-show we take a call from “Gabe” who has a kink for “sock jobs.”

Don’t feel dumb if you don’t know a sock job from a doorknob; Max, Mel, Unscene Abe and I guess at various possibilities from pantyhose play to using condoms (put a sock on it), before Gabe reveals that a sock job is a foot job, where the giver wraps their feet, with curved arches, around the receiver’s cock, though in the case of a “sock job,” they’re wearing socks. In Gabe’s particular case, these must be tube socks.

Twenty-one-year-old Gabe is so shy at first, I think he’s mentally challenged. But he warms up as we talk about how he developed his “sock job” kink, as well as how he can explore it further with his willing but inexperienced girlfriend. Listen above or below for the kinky details.

Even kink veterans can benefit from a few kink tips, therapy and recurring education. Kink is a constant learning experience involving both opening up and pulling back. For instance, we talk about how my little nipple-biting kink went a bit too far a few years ago when it practically gave Max three nipples, and I had to back off for a few months to let it heal. Now I much more carefully calibrate my biting kink for maximum pleasure (he likes it too) and minimum damage. Restraint is just as important as release when it comes to kink play.

But why Kink Month? Anytime is a good time to (consensually and responsibly) enjoy your kinks. But just as Masturbation Month is dedicated to sex-for-one, Kink Month is a time to explore, educate, celebrate, reflect upon and talk about the kinkier side of life. October is the perfect month, as the nights get longer, colder and darker, which are optimal kink conditions, and it climaxes with the kinkiest mainstream holiday on the calendar, Halloween.

It was exactly six years ago that I first heard about Kink Month via L.A. kink maven Hercules Liotard, shortly after it was invented by the Stockroom to boost handcuff, whip and paddle sales before the pre-Xmas rush. As soon as I heard about it, I began celebrating… In fact, this week’s throwback show is our very first Kink Month Kickoff featuring the adorable and very kinky Loni Legend.

Watch, learn and enjoy the kinky fun as we explore masks, bondage, spanking, splosh and more.

Combining kink and politics, the amazing Dayton Rains does a very explicit reenactment of the famous Monica Lewinsky cigar-smoking scene. This is not your Momma’s way to smoke a cigar, and no, you will not see it on “Impeachment ACS”… only on DrSuzy.Tv!

One of the most egregious cases of nonconsensual kink-in-action is the imprisonment of Wikileaks publisher Julian Assange. We have protested America’s ongoing harassment of Assange since 2011. But this latest revelation takes the saga to another level.

In an explosive story barely covered by rest of the MSM, Yahoo News has revealed that the CIA, under tRump, led by Caesar-syndrome-deluded thug Mike Pompeo, repeatedly and seriously discussed extrajudicially kidnapping and even assassinating Assange while he was living in the Ecuadoran embassy in London.

The mind boggles at the ethical depths to which the American oligarchy dives down. Hell isn’t low enough for the CIA, especially under the pompous Pompeo.

And talk about nonconcensual kink! Just a few months after the Trumpus was crooning, “I love Wikileaks!” he changed his tune, and CIA operatives under him were busily roleplaying different ways to murder Assange via shooting, poisoning, an orchestrated car crash and other cinema-worthy assassination scenarios.

Of course, assassination is a dirty word in mainstream politics. With all the targeted droning going on, most Americans don’t even realize that assassination is illegal! It’s legitimately confusing since all U.S. Presidents routinely order assassinations against so-called “enemies,” but often kill innocent people by “mistake” or collateral damage.

Ironically, we broadcast this show live on the anniversary of Saudi Arabia’s Mohammed bin Salmon’s brazen and brutal assassination of his personal enemy, Jamal Khashoggi, a U.S. resident, Washington Post columnist and mild critic of his native country’s politics.

Assange is another peaceful journalist, exposing U.S. war crimes, also targeted for assassination. Interestingly, Assange has been saying the U.S. was trying to have him killed for years, but his fellow journalists in the MSM mocked him for being paranoid.  Now it’s clear he was right. Fortunately, some unidentified grown-up stopped the Pompeo Posse from carrying out their plans to murder the Wikileaks publisher in cold blood.  Unfortunately, the Biden administration’s continuation of the extradition process is now silencing and essentially killing Assange slowly through forcing him to waste away in a dungeon-like prison.

We support Joe’s big infrastructure plan and, of course, his pull-out from Afghanistan. But we vehemently oppose his administration’s ongoing “over the horizon” droning and the unconscionable slow-killing of Julian Assange.

This would be ridiculous if it weren’t so horrific.

Free Assange Now!

Also on the day of this live broadcast, there were Women’s Marches all over the U.S. of A., most of them standing up for Roe vs. Wades and a woman’s right to choose to have an abortion if she feels she needs one.

 One sign says it all in Texas “Where Viruses have More Reproductive Rights than Women.”

We support the rights of Texas women over masses of cells that are not human beings—even according to the Bible!

Meanwhile, also in Texas, an ammosexual Bible-Thumper was “sacrificing” random people that he knew and didn’t know in his hotel room. Jason Alan Thornburg of Euless, Texas, told police that the Lord commanded him to sacrifice these people, just like in Genesis, the first book of the Bible, where the Lord commands Abraham (no relation to Unscene Abe) to “sacrifice” his only child Isaac, which he proceeds to do, his knife against his young son’s throat—traumatizing the boy for life—until an angel stops him and said, “Just kidding.”

Unfortunately, no angels stopped Jason Alan Thornburg, and he completed his sacrifices as the Lord commanded. And who thinks we ought to let fundamentalist readings of the Bible guide our lives?

Just as we’re dishing Texas anti-abortion laws, Bible-sanctioned human sacrifice and its now most famous anti-vaxxer-in-residence Joe Rogaine, what do we get but a call from an old friend in Texas, our favorite Elvis tribute artist, Smokey Binion Jr., who swears (though not on a Bible) that he has nothing to do with any Texas Taliban, human sacrifices or Rogaine-users. Those Texas lips stay tight as tumbleweed, and anyway, his purpose for calling isn’t political.

Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners, LiVE from Bonoboville on the Dr. Susan Block Show, it’s Smokey Binion, Jr!  Photo: Daniel Irving

As is his Southern gentlemanly custom, Smokey just wants to introduce himself to the newest lady on the show, who happens to be Mel. He also says hi to Abe and advises Max to “keep Dr. Suzy lined out.”

Like “sock job,” this Southern gentlemanly expression requires a little explication which translates to “keep Dr. Suzy in line.” Wow, that’s some super-patriarchal kink! Which is no surprise, as super-patriarchal kink (some with consenting females who get off on their own helplessness, but mostly it’s been pretty nonconsensual) has long been a cornerstone of Southern gentlemanly custom.

Trying to make it better—or maybe worse—Smokey says he’s really asking Max to “keep Dr. Suzy out of trouble.”  At that point, I guess he’s looking to get spanked and/or tickled to within an inch of his life while shackled to a cross like Jesus (not that we’re saying Jesus was tickled, but we know he was kinky when he let Magdalene wash his feet with her hair). But I forgive his trespasses when he grants my request for a closing song, warbling a capella,  Johnny B. Goode.

As for trouble, I guess I’m always in a bit of it, and so is Max. In our own socialistic, sex-positive way, it’s “good trouble,” in the words of the late great Civil Rights leader John Lewis.

Or “Goode” trouble, as Chuck Berry might say.

#GoBonobos for the Sandy Hook families who recently won their lawsuit against Alex Jones for calling them “crisis actors,” libeling and deeply hurting these folks who were already ravaged by grief.  In a wider sense, Jones’ gambit contributed greatly to screwing with our synapses—much more than 9/11 conspiracy theories. These quasi-hypnotic efforts have morphed into a variety of kooky political kinks, many of which are fascist, even Third Reichian; after all the Nazis were, and in a sick way still are, the Kings of Nonconsensual Kink. Those spiffy, power-projecting Hugo Boss uniforms are still considered by many to be the ultimate in kinky fashion.  

Angry old white dudes doing their damnedest to reject reality (like Jones), along with a smattering of lost souls of every gender, race and religion (though mostly white Evangelicals), have spawned the mad MAGAt/QAnon movement(s) spreading faster than Covid into our elections, democracy, health and daily lives.  

Usually, I can disregard the QAnonsense for what it is (nonsense), but every once in a while, the MSM is so wildly ruthless in their capitalistic pursuit of our eyeballs, even crazy Q almost makes sense.

Take America’s favorite real-life soap opera of the moment: the tragic murder of Gabby Petito and her very guilty-acting boyfriend Brian “Dirty” Laundrie’s maddening disappearance, thanks to the shocking buffoonery of Florida’s Finest Keystone Cops. It’s very weird, disturbing, kind of erotic (though no one dare discuss that) and very compelling, especially illustrated with exciting footage from Gabby’s super-cute Travel Vlog and their weirdly foreboding police encounter. Still, the QAnon notion that Gabby, Brian and their relatives are “crisis actors” is ridiculous and offensive to the mourning family, not to mention all of us who are devoting precious minutes we don’t really have to every ounce of breaking news on this non-news story.

But now Dog the Bounty Hunter has stepped into the game and, despite his painful-to-witness need for sunscreen and consistent lack of unique information, he has more information than the cops, and the MSM treats him as a legitimate news source, commentator and investigator. Cool, cool, cool, but we like dogs, but this Dog is an “actor,” and the whole story is a “crisis,” so it’s getting harder to laugh off the “crisis actor” QAnonsense with Dog in the game. Just before this live broadcast, the colorful, sun-poisoned, bounty-hunting hound was lampooned by SNL’s Pete Davidson, with viewers divided as to whether it’s in bad taste or hilarious. The whole saga is a reality show with real reality… or not (?). It’s a tragedy that has, sadly but unavoidably, become a farce.

It’s also a sign of the times: regardless of what he knows, Dog’s wild style gets those eyeballs (even mine), like Trumpty Dumpty, and that’s all the MSM really wants, second only to the job-sustaining approval of their corporate billionaire overlords.

Also in Modern Billionaire News, Celebrity Division: After three years together, Elon Musk and Grimes are splitting up.

Now the Soon-to-be Ex of the World’s Richest Man (or is it Bezos now?) is walking around LA reading Karl Marx’ Communist Manifesto.

The Communist Billionairess

Is it just “performative,” like many have said of AOC’s Tax the Rich ballgown at the Met Gala? Or, even worse, is the sassy billionairess teasingly trolling us? Opinions vary, and Grimes herself has said that she’s “still living with E and not a Communist,” but there’s no doubt Grimes looks awesome with her adorable nose in a good book, and it’s a far better message than if she did a photoshoot reading the Wall Street Journal.

Hopefully, she’s actually reading Marx’s masterpiece (she says, ” and will soon move on to The Bonobo Way.

We speak about all of that and more in the Speakeasy bar car, as the Love Train winds its way through the Obscene Anthropocene into the spooky darkness of Kink Month 2021.

There’s a lot to speak about in this Speakeasy, but we keep coming back to our experience being harassed, demeaned and discriminated against by the heavy hand of the Arcadia City Zoning Board, its members falling in line to circle the wagons around its officers’ wrongdoing, trying to make it all “right.”

But it isn’t right at all.

For more about our ongoing fight for our First and Fourth Amendment Rights (and yours), read the article in the LA Daily News/Pasadena Star News along with our commentary (and post-hearing; this commentary is still in-progress). The articles are actually very good, but they leave out a lot and a few points need more details, so we have provided that (without changing their words) to set the record straight about what’s really going on.

Now, after you’re done reading… if you haven’t already…

Kick off your Kink Month 2021 with your favorite consenting-adult kinky fun!

© October 2, 2021 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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Binders Full of Women: Tasia Sutor, Kinky Gaga, Eva Lin, Dr. Susan Block, Rebecca Bardoux, Brock Hard, Shay Golden (row 2) Master Liam, Chris, TS Foxxy, Skip, Isiah King James. Photo: JuxLii

Length: 110:39 minutes        Date: 10/20/2012

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Everybody’s talking about Mitt Romney’s “Binders Full of Women.”  On this show, we actually open up a few of these notorious binders, and all we can say is “Wow! Mitt Baby, we’re impressed.” Of course, the Big O(bama) actually put his muscle where his mouth is for women’s rights, having signed the Lilly Ledbetter Act, which removed the statute of limitations for filing complaints about unequal pay, among other female-friendly things.  But, as Mitt declared so forcefully in the second presidential debate, he also supports a woman’s right…to be sexy—in the bedroom, the boardroom and certainly, in binders of all kinds.

So, back here in the Womb Room, not only do we find Binders Full of Women, we find Binders Full of Porn Stars (filed away in Mitt’s locked drawer) AND Binders Full of T-Girls (kept in the closet, of course).  And we open them all up on this show, which starts as a discussion of how it feels to be in one of Mitt’s Binders, moves on to how to identify men by the taste of their semen (that should help undecided voters to make up their minds), how to give great head and enjoy anal sex, doing porn for passion versus money and then, with the help of some awesome toys (thank you, Sybian, Condomania and CalExotics!) and talented tongues, rolls into a rollicking binder-free orgy that oozes into the after-party like lube.

Featured Guests

Rebecca Bardoux: This is the legendary AVN Hall of Famer’s first time in the Womb Room, but not our first chat about sex.  That was back in 1996 when I interviewed her on Playboy TV for “Adult Stars Up Close.”  Rebecca is thrilled to be inside and even on the cover of one of Mitt Romney’s Binders Full of Women, though she cannot precisely identify the rather huge cock that she is sucking in the photo.  However she does acknowledge that she can identify a man by the taste of his semen, as well as measure the state of his health, and even perhaps his fitness to be President of the United States.  Being child-free, Rebecca prefers the moniker of “cougar” to MILF, and even has a Binder Full of Cubs (young men who like older women).  She recommends that cubs be confident about approaching mature women, since the ladies will most likely not approach them.  Amazingly, in her long career, Rebecca has never before ridden a Sybian, so I’m delighted to allow her to make her maiden voyage on ours.  Though she doesn’t ride it to climax, she gets a nice buzz, soaking her skimpy g-string panties for Panty Boy.  But her favorite toy is our CalExotics Phil Varone vibrating dong which she loves so much, we just have to let her take it home. Wonder if the real Phil Varone will be next in her Binder Full of Men.

Eva Lin:  When we first met Eva on our Myth of Sex Addiction show, she was a self-confessed “sex addict” and raven-haired beauty.  Now she’s an even more beautiful strawberry blonde in a tight corset dress which is, after all, a kind of “binder” and really shows off her DDs, though she—and the DDs–look even better when she takes it off.  Eva also happens to be a T-Girl, the kind that drives men who aren’t “into T-Girls” crazy because she is just so sweet, feminine and breathtakingly beautiful.  There is nothing remotely masculine about her, except for, well, that special “something extra” between her lovely legs.  She has a talented tongue which she applies generously to my nipples and Shay’s labia as the show moves along.  In the after-party, this beauty queen from the Philippines really opens up, allowing me the honor and pleasure of inserting the Peter Piper glass dildo into her perfectly clean smooth pink anus (which she had earlier called a “gaping hole”).  Needless to say, it was smoking hot!

TS Foxxy: Last seen on DrSuzy.tv on Shemale Rapture, this vivacious T-harlot with a full ass, DDs on top and adorable braces on her big toothy smile, claims not to have a very active sex life off camera.  But when she’s on, Foxxy is ON. Her wild side came out around the same time as the Agwa and the basket of CalExotics toys and Condomania condoms comes out.  She joyfully grabs a bright pink light-up vibrator and partners with her BFF Eva and Shay’s BF Brock to bring Shay to a resounding, binder-shattering orgasm.

Shay Golden:  On her third-in-row appearance on DrSuzy.tv, 21-year-old Shay is crowned pussy princess of our Binder Full of Women. Looking like a young, sexy Ann Romney gone “bad,” she strips off her sexy black binder/dress and pretty panties for Panty Boy, then lays back in pleasure as Foxxy, Eva and BF Brock go to work on her with their tongues and fingers and that pink CalExotics vibe. Then Dr. Susan Block Show producer and costume mistress Tasia Sutor, transforms her into a bunny with big white rabbit ears and a fluffy white cottontail on a butt plug that slips smoothly into her lovely ass, making it a “double penetration.” Ann Romney should only have it so good.

Brock Hard: Also his third week in a row (first was Show sNOw Mercy, then Stage Brother & The DTease), Shay’s BF confesses he has “never been so stoked to go to school” as he is for Saturday nights at the Dr. Susan Block Institute. He learns something new every time he’s here.  In this class, he gets a lesson in how his girlfriend looks in the arms of two incredibly beautiful shemales.  Apparently, he is a quick study because he jumps right in to “help,” neatly inserting the bunnytail butt plug into his GF’s anus.

Kitty Twinkletoes aka Kinky Gaga: A beloved regular on the Dr. Suzy show for the past few months, tonight Kitty is dressed in a secretarial outfit in preparation for her new job in criminal court where she will soon be carrying around Binders Full of Lawyers. Although she claims to be immune to the Sybian’s orgasmic powers, it takes about thirty seconds before she is squirting in orgasmic pleasure, a new personal record for her. And her spurt is particularly perky.

Callers & Audience: Caller 1, Imtiaz, did his homework on Rebecca Bardoux, reading her Facebook and blogs, and he asks her about the changes she’s seen in the adult industry over the last 20 years, to which she replies that she misses the story lines and she feels there is a lot less passion in the industry. Caller 2, Chris, is enthralled with Eva Lin’s exotic beauty (who isn’t?).  He asks her how he can ask her out on a date, to which she coquettishly replies, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

My Womb Room studio audience—a veritable Binder Full of Hotties—also includes that rather reluctant international celebrity whom we are not naming to protect her much beleaguered privacy, though other less principled publications have named her, and perhaps soon she will feel comfortable enough to come out of hiding and back onto DrSuzy.tv.  We’ll certainly keep you posted, darling reader.

Weapons of Mass Discussion: Binders Full of Women, The Presidential Debates, Binders Full of MILFs, Binders Full of Porn Stars, Binders Full of T-Girl’s, Mitt’s Girlz, Women’s Rights, Democrats & Republicans, Children of Sex, MiLFs & Cougars, What the Taste of Semen Says About a Man’s Health, How to Seduce a Cougar, Cubs and Cougars, The Changing Adult Industry Over the Last 20 Years, Anal Sex vs. Vaginal Sex, What Makes a Cub, Is Porn Bad, T-Girls & Sybian, Anal Education, Squirting as Holy Water, Blow Jobs with Braces, Cockiness in Bed, Passion and Sexual Performance, The Presidential Debate, Semen Tasting, Tranny on Girl Action vs Tranny on Guy Action, Sex & Aging, High & Low Sex Drives, Drinking Responsibly, Keeping the Bonobos Alive

Performance Erotica: Stripping, Sybian Rides, Squirting, Double Penetration, Sucking the CalExotics Phil Varone Vibrating Dong, Pussy-Slapping, Hair-Pulling, Dildo Squirt Guns, Wet Silky Panties, Putting a Condomania Condom On By Mouth, Agwa Salty Nipple Licking Ritual, Taking Sybian Virginity, Vibrator Play, Cunnilingus, Bunny Tail Butt Plug with Matching Bunny Ears, Rickshaw Rides, Domination, Whipping, Hot Anal Play in the After-Party

Thanks Eric Carrillo and Mia Pruitt for editorial assistance with this show blog, and multiple thanks, kudos and orgasms to the Dr. Susan Block Institute Staff here in BonoboVille for making this show possible.

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Dr. Suzy & Pr. Max, The Applicant (with Dirty Tequila & Pocket Rocket), Dr. Susan Block (with Snake Eve), Melanie Griffith & Antonio Banderas, Kanzi the Genius Bonobo, Layla Now, Cate & Sam celebrating Gay Pride Day. Main Photo: Abraham Perez

Length 1:31:46     Date: June 7, 2014

As we turn a new page in our favorite “unlicensed professionals” Cate and Sam’s “A Buttload of Months” calendar, the merry Masturbation Month of May makes way for June Busting Out all over Bonoboville. This breast-baring, bonobo-loving, LGBTQ-pride celebrating, coupled and “uncoupled,” slightly silly DrSuzy.Tv show features our sexy, sultry and super popular Block Institute therapist, Layla Now, as well as in-studio guest “The Applicant.” Both are new Bonoboville members and both joyously bust out for June—not to mention for us!

How to get June to bust out with beautiful boobage, as opposed to annoying little flying beetles (June bugs) or, much worse, another shooting rampage? We have a number of ways, from erotic hypnotic suggestion to outright asking to abject pleading (check last year’s June Busts Out for ideas). But we find that our beloved ritual of “Bonoboville Communion” brings out the nipples like June brings out the flowers, especially with a shot of dangerously delicious Dirty Tequila (for your nipples, not your flowers).

We also discuss and show some amazing footage of Kanzi, the “rock star” bonobo-in-residence at Dr. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh’s Bonobo Hope sanctuary in Iowa. An Einstein of great apes, Kanzi craftily makes and utilizes his own “Stone Age” tools, comprehends 3000 words in human English, can “speak” about 500 words through his lexigram system, beats humans at Pac-Man, builds a campfire on which he toasts marshmallows and has played music with fellow rock star Peter Gabriel who called the cross-species musical collaboration “one of my most extraordinary experiences as a musician.” We’re delighted to see more and more people “going bonobos,” spreading the word about the Make-Love-Not-War great apes (who are almost 99% genetically similar to humans), because it’s going to take a lot of spreading—and maybe some serious busting out—to save our kissing cousins from extinction.

Speaking of busting out, it feels good to bust out of the closet, so Happy Gay Pride Week, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners! Max made one of his cute Freudian slips, calling Gay Pride “Gray Pride,” which maybe could be a new meme for AARP. Despite a few language malfunctions, our hearts are with you as you march and dance in gaiety and transcendence. Closets are for clothes, and life is for living… with love and pride. Bust out in June, not to mention any other month of the year! And if you’re in the closet and you need to talk about your gay, trans or bi-curious fantasies, we’re here for you.

From busting out to busting up, our Weapons of Mass Discussion lead us to the impending divorce of Melanie Griffith and Antonio Banderas, whose PR representative has announced that husband and wife “have “thoughtfully and consensually decided to finalize our almost twenty years marriage in a loving and friendly manner honoring and respecting each other, our family and friends and the beautiful time we have spent together.”

Wow. That’s even more “loving and friendly” than Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin announcing a couple months ago that they were “consciously uncoupling”

I guess I’m a little old-fashioned because I’ve always thought breaking up was a bad thing, or at least not something to applaud. But the tone of divorce in our society is definitely changing. Now when celebrity couples “uncouple,” they or their PR people declare it with joyous flowery language more like a wedding announcement than a divorce. More power to them. The more you can swing through life—whether through divorces, economic down-turns or other disasters—joyously, like a bonobo swinging on a vine from one tree to another, the better off you probably are. Moreover, humans aren’t naturally monogamous, which makes strictly monogamous marriage very difficult for many people. Understanding this, divorce is no sin, nor is it even a failing. For more and more people, it’s just another life stage.

Still, I’m glad my 22-year-old conjugal coupling with Pr. Max shows no signs of uncoupling. In that spirit, I repost the following (unedited) blog that our very own Nikki Knight wrote about a recent day in the life of Max and me:

Hi, my name is Nikki and I have the good fortune of living at Bonoboville, assisting with the Dr. Susan Block Institute.

I’ve been here about 2 months and in that time, there is one fact that stands out to me: the love between Dr. Suzy and her captain Max. The best example of that deep bond I’ve seen to date happened yesterday morning in the most adorable way.

Early yesterday morning Max had to go for his bi-annual cancer check up, in which he gets poked, prodded and tested until he finds out if his former cancer has indeed and gloriously been eradicated. I was working in the office and usually Dr. Suzy is busy with her thoughts tirelessly on the completion of another book, and not just any book… a book that details what living like a bonobo means to her in the context of mankind, but in a socio-sexual way. We are all very excited for the completion of this book. — Now back to yesterday morning — Dr. Suzy was agitated but hopeful in a little girl way. I could sense what I read as her worried but hopeful pleading with the universe to please let her beloved have a clean bill of health and please universe, let it be soon. Every time the phone rang, she perked up, hopefully, willing each (numerous and regular) call to give her the news that her precious Max was in the clear. Finally the call came! Max was declared cancer free once again and from Dr. Suzy’s office you could feel the relief flooding out of her. You have to understand, Dr. Suzy is a very self-possessed, in charge and unflappable hub in this wheel we call Bonoboville. To see her childlike joy over the pronouncement of Max’s good news really touched me. 

But if was not that which I write about here, it is what happened in between her hearing Max’s glorious news and his arrival back to our idyllic little island of Bonoboville. The tiny little ball of blonde fury that is Dr. Suzy was pacing, waiting, watching for her prince’s imminent return. The call came that he was minutes away and could someone come down to let him into our highly secure location… well I quickly went to the front gate to let Max in but he was not yet there. I look up to see Dr. Suzy at the top of the stairs, kind of pacing, on her toes, repeatedly looking askance towards the front gate asking silently “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?” both happy but anxious. Moments later I see Max pull up with his driver, Luzer, and he is grinning, and exits the car with a spring in his step and glow to his face I’d not seen before. I let him in the front gate, pat him on the back as I say “yayyyyy Max” and he whisks by me and lights up the stairs to his Juliet who is now beaming and enveloped once again in that childlike joy that is so endearing. As Max gets to the top of the stairs, a rung below Dr. Suzy, there comes the moment I shall never forget. She reaches her hands out and puts one on each of his cheeks, adoringly taking him in with her grateful eyes, and then kisses him tenderly and victoriously, then does it again another 2 times just to make sure. It struck me, 22 years of marriage and they were still madly in love, still couldn’t stand to be apart and more poignantly, were in this thing together, tied like two vines crawling the same wall inextricably bound one to the other, scaling this wall of life higher and higher. 

Why do I write this? Because Dr. Suzy is always writing about her observations of life but I wanted to speak of my observation of her life and that I was grateful to witness how precious life is to these two lovers, mates and companions. We all should be so fortunate to have such love.

Thank you, Nikki. Thank you, Universe!

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Length: 106 Minutes       Date:  12/08/2012

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From an erotic Hanukkah menorah lighting ceremony to a breathtaking XXXmas season re-enactment of the miraculous virgin birth of Jesus (using the Baby Jesus buttplug), from a series of penetrating discussions with pundits and porn stars on “Sex, God & the Holidaze” to a hot game of “Strip Dreidel,” this show is a Saturnalian sexual revelation.

All the major monotheistic religions use mythology and fear to try to control our natural, blooming sexuality, channeling it into procreation instead of recreation.  All that control leads to religious sexual abuse, oppression, ignorance, bigotry, hypocrisy and much human misery.  On the other hand, it also stimulates erotic rebellion and exhilarating, blasphemous kink.  In a sexually twisted society such as ours, you often need the friction of naughty in order to feel nice.  So Happy Horny Hanukkah, Merry XXXmas and Ho, Ho, Ho’s for Saturnalia.  Celebrate.  Fornicate.  Investigate.

Featured Guests

Thomas Quinn:  My old friend and Emmy-nominated producer, Tom, has written a profound, skeptical and very entertaining book, What Do You Do with a Chocolate Jesus: An Irreverent History of Christianity, which is, along with the season, the inspiration for this show.  So…what do you do with a chocolate Jesus? Tom expounds upon the different denominational interpretations, but according to the Church of BonoboVille at the Speakeasy Cathedral, you suck on it! Our chocolate Jesi (cooked to candied perfection by Ana–like Jesus turned water into wine, we turn Hershey bars into Choco-Jesi!) are a perfect complement to our new golden Jackhammer Jesus from Divine Interventions (which I use with Holy Water Lube on a rising starlet named Yasmine de Leon in the after-party).  A “Doubting Thomas” where the Bible is concerned, as most of us are here in BonoboVille, Tom is also a scholar and regales us with stories and insights into the origins of the Roman Saturnalia and the Judeo-Christian spin-offs of Xmas and Hanukkah, along with such sex-unfriendly concepts and rituals as immaculate conception and circumcision.  Not just a talking head, Tom shows off his licking tongue during BonoboVille’s version of Communion: Agwa shots off hot porn star nipples.  Upon licking the salt off the sacred boob, it turns into the flesh of Jesus and “Doubting Thomas” ascends to heaven! Halleluljah!  Praise the Lord and the ladies.

Tasha Reign:  AVN award-winning porn star, Penthouse Pet of the Year (2011) and UCLA Women’s Studies major, Tasha became world-famous when a photo of her and two other porn stars with former President Bill Clinton at a Monaco fundraiser went viral. She doesn’t want to talk about Bill though or touch my Bill Clinton dildo (she’d rather play with my big black Devil dong ), though she does admit to being a fan of the former Prez.  Aren’t we all?  Despite being a stripper and “rough sex” loving porn star (proud of having just done her first anal scene with Peter North in “Girly Girls Like it Rough”), Tasha is demure as a novice throughout the show.  She does put on a pair of 911 panties for Panty Boy, engages the big black Devil dong into an Apocalyptic battle with the Jesus Jackhammer, hugs my candycane-penetrated blow-up sheep (playing the role of Jesus the Lamb of God in this mystery) and dials the speed for Jessie’s wild Sybian ride—her first time on the controls, she admits with shining eyes, and probably not her last.

Jessie Rogers:  Last seen on DrSuzy.tv in “SQUIRTACUS MAXIMUS XXXIII: Squirt Salon 33,” Jessie comes from a whole family of “pastors and stuff like that” who tried to “push” fundamentalist Christianity on her.  Funny how religion is often “pushed” like the dangerous drug that it is. Also funny how all that “pushing” so often leads to shoving good people like Jessie away.  Now she’s “spiritual,” not religious, searching for answers to the “big questions” through science, yet believing in a “higher power.”  She certainly channels that power when she squirts, baptizing us in her Holy Water.  In her first game ever of “Strip Dreidel,” Jessie gets the Hebrew letter “hey” which means half, so she takes off half her clothes.  The rest soon follow, whereupon she embarks upon a Sybian ride that feels like a “sexorcism,” according to our spiritual Sister Jessie.  She also provides the show’s deepest revelation, plunging the Divine Interventions Baby Jesus Butt Plug into her lovely anus (as the preacher cried, “Jesus is in her now!”) and removing it slowly, making us realize that this could be the explanation for the virgin birth! After all, if all you do is oral and anal, you’ll still be a virgin; at least, that’s what the Catholic school girls told me.

Phoenix Askani  Raised Catholic, this slinky and statuesque brunette is now an “angel,” though not quite the kind that Saint Paul had in mind.  Alternating between Evil Angel and Burning Angel, Phoenix *believes* that Joanna Angel, a nice Jewish porn mogul who was born on Christmas, is Jesus Christ, her savior.  She once had sex with a guy who looked like Jesus and was lousy in bed, which might have contributed to her becoming an atheistic angel.  She and Jessie get the show’s juices flowing with a kiss under the mistletoe that looks downright angelic, no matter what your religion.

Corpsy: Our dearly departed friend Robert “Corpsy” Rhines has come back from the dead for the holidaze, giving away copies of his Girls and Corpses 2013 Calendar like a jolly Santa Corpse.  Raised Jewish, Corpsy sings the Hebrew prayers with me as the ladies light the candles.  Then he unveils what looks like it’s going to be the Ark of the Covenant, but turns out to be a human head in a jar—just a little something he scavenged from the Japanese tsunami of 2011.  Though we love head here in BonoboVille, a dead head is a different story.  Well, at least it’s in a jar and not on a stick.  The thought of which doesn’t kill our appetites as we suck down Ana’s Chocolate Jesii on sticks with no qualms, in no time.

Dr. Gary Schubach: Our old friend Doctor G comes up from the audience to say happy holidaze towards the end of the show.    For more, check out Amrita: Dr. Suzy and Doctor G Demonstrate the Art & Passion of the G-Spot and Female Ejaculation.

Black Jesus:  Though he doesn’t say much, he appears as a vision in flowing robes and a gold tin foil halo, distributing the Chocolate Jesii to all the guests.  And yes, “Black Jesus” is his real name, or at least the name he goes by as chauffeur to the porn stars and shepherd of wayward spirits.

Divine Interventions Dildonic Nativity Scene created by DrSuzy.tv Producer Tasia Sutor and Master Liam.

WEAPONS OF MASS DISCUSSION:  Hanukkah, Xmas, Saturnalia, Maccabees, Heeb, The Spirit of Sex, How the Catholic Church Hijacked Jesus for Its Own Power, Chocolate Jesus, Growing Up with a Family of Preachers, Vaginal Symbolism (Torahs & Chimneys), Good & Evil, Phallic Symbolism (Christmas Trees & Crosses), Religious Sexual Abuse, Virgin Mothers, Immaculate Conception, Communion, Circumcision, Gas Chambers, Nazis, Being a UCLA Senior While Working as a Porn Star, Measure B, Strip Clubs as Temples of Goddess Worship, Elexis Monroe Needs Our Help, Bonobo Souls, Liberating Your Inner Bonobo

PERFORMANCE EROTICA: Lighting the Hanukkah Menorahs & Cock Candles for the First Night of Hanukkah, Snake Play with Eve in the Garden of Eden, Chocolate Jesus, Divine Interventions Jackhammer Jesus, Hanukkah Gelt, SeXmas Elves, Sucking on Chocolate Jesus, KIssing Under the Mistletoe, Playing Strip Dreidel, Riding The Sybian, Using the Jackhammer Jesus, Sticking the Baby Jesus Butt Plug All The Way In, Snowing in The Womb Room, Playing with the Bill Clinton Dildo, Blow-Up Lamb of God with a Candycane Buttplug, Hot Sex with My CalExotics Strap-On, the Jesus Jackhammer (with Condomania Condoms) & Munkey-Barz in the After-Party, Absinthe Time, Naked Trapeze, Jingle Balls, Hula-Hooping, Rickshaw Rides

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Top Row: Luc Wylder, Jux Lii, Ron Jeremy. Middle Row: Isiah Maxwell, Alexandra Silk with The Bonobo Way, Capt’n Max with Ron de Jeremy Rum & Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur, Dr. Suzy, Jessica Shores, Bonobo Rose. Bottom Row: Biz Bonobo with Ecosexuality, Dayton Rains, Ono Bo. Photo: Unscene Abe

Length 1:53:03 Date: November 7, 2015

By Dr. Susan Block

Capt’n Max, a.k.a., Pr. Maximillian R. Leblovic di Lobkowicz di Filangieri, was born at the Vatican Hospital in Rome, on November 8th 1943. At the tender age of seven, he and a horde of other deposed royal families of Europe set sail on a big beautiful ship, eventually arriving in the Great Promised Land of Montclair, New Jersey. There he grew up to be a truly revolutionary publisher of such titles as The LA Star, Love Magazine, Hate, God, Finger, Meetings with Remarkable People, The Brentwood Bla Bla, Beverly Hills, the Magazine and many more, pioneering the first “reader-written” media which exploded in the Internet Age, becoming the behemoth we now call “social media.”

Max at age two, painted by a nun.

Always pushing the erotic envelope, in the early days, Max’s offices were often raided by the LAPD and FBI, and he was thrown in jail and even prison for his work, but he never stopped fighting for justice and freedom—his own and everybody else’s—overturning many antiquated, oppressive and downright ridiculous, anti-sex laws and practices in his newfound homeland of America.

Capt’n Max and the Bonoboville Land Yacht. Photo: Unscene Abe

Then one fine day in L.A., Max met me. The story of our almost 30-year romance deserves a holiday of its own. Suffice it to say, we fell in love, got married, fell more in love and, instead of starting a family, we started Bonoboville… and fell even more in love.

Ahoy there, Mate!  Photo: Abe

And Bonoboville surrounds us with even more love, as well as pleasure, art, music, communal ecstasy, RƎVO˩ution and plenty of fine alcohol and other mild intoxicants as we celebrate Capt’n Max’s inspirational life and good times. We begin with Max telling us his story, which really deserves a 20-part mini-series of its own (at least), but he manages to squeeze a few highlights into the first part of this show, riveting the Womb Room congregation with his tales of parodying Angie Dickenson (and overturning criminal libel law), mentoring Annie Sprinkle, being part of a family of revolutionaries, including Gaetano Filangieri, an ardent reformer who consulted with Benjamin Franklin, and much more.

Book-Spankings for the Captain’s Crew! Photo: Ono Bo

For his birthday last year, I gave Max The Bonobo Way (the “present” being that I finished the damn book so we could get our sex life back!). Thus it’s also the one-year anniversary of the launch of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure, now with over 30 5-star reviews on Amazon! It’s been an amazing bonoboësque year, which I will take other bloggamies and shows to explore, though I do have a shout-out, a special bonobo hoot of love, for Dr. SerenaGaia Anderlini D’Onofrio who, after reading The Bonobo Way, asked me to write the foreword to Ecosexuality: When Nature Inspires the Arts of Love and joined me in declaring 2015 the Year of the Bonobo.

Yale Navy for Capt’n Max! Photo: L’Erotique

But this is the Night of Big Bonobo Capt’n Max, the Captain of My Heart (which is what it says inside his wedding ring), and this year my gift to him is the “land yacht” in the parking lot, which is actually a gift from an anonymous Bonobo Way reader (a secret lover!): the new Bonoboville big black super stretch limo! We invade it just before the show where the broadcast bed has been transformed into a sort of “bed yacht,” with most of the Bonoboville crew decked out in captain’s hats, sailors’ caps, striped shirts, white stockings and-revealing short skirts.

Swab those decks, sailors! Photo: Abe

Max tells his galvanizing stories as friends and fans approach the Captain’s Chair with gifts, questions and toasts to his health, courage, creativity and longevity, a walking testament to the rejuvenating effects of living the Bonobo Way. Of course, this being Bonoboville, our toasts aren’t the boring old “regular” kind, but are delivered at the climactic point of Bonoboville Communion, just after licking a nipple, a butt, a clit, a wrist or perhaps a penis, and just before downing a shot of spiced Ron de Jeremy rum or Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur, our two favorite drinks.

Look who comes for some Ron de Jeremy rum. Photo: Abe

First up is one of our longtime favorite pornstar power couples: Alexandra Silk and Luc Wylder, sex revolutionaries themselves, as well as IPSA-trained sex surrogates and producer/directors of their own new Adam & Eve series, “Confessions of a Sex Surrogate,” with their little pup Zen. Then musically talented Jessica Shores, a.k.a., J sho, creator of “Do the Miley Cyrus (Spread it Like a Virus),” gives Miley fan Max a sensuous sassy lapdance as we all twerk and sing along with her infectious song.

Ron Jeremy plays Happy Birthday for the Captain Photo: L’erotqiue

The next guest is a lovely surprise, our old friend, Isiah Maxwell, a.k.a. Isiah King James IV, PR Prince of Ideal Image Models, who has been extremely busy with his skyrocketing career as one of the international adult industry’s hottest new studs, shooting in Spain and Africa (where he “sacrificed” a pig, at the request of the local tribe, before shooting a scene on their land).

Navy Hazing Ritual. Photo: L’erotique

Isiah is also one of the stars of Luc and Silky’s Surrogate series and his company Ideal represents one of our favorite featured guests (as well as being a webcam and phone therapist with the Institute), all dolled up sailor-style, Dayton Rains. Both Alexandra and Dayton elect to take their Bonoboville Communion off of Isiah’s prodigious member—all 11 inches. It’s the big black super stretch limo of cocks!

Capt’n Max’s Navy. Photo: Abe

More toasts come forth from Jux Lii, Jack Nice, Sky and Chelsea Demoiselle (who provides the birthday balloons) calls in from “the field” to toast Max for being “a man of the highest honor and integrity… (who) had a profound impact on my life in a very positive way, and I love you dearly.”

Twerk for Me. Photo: Abe

DrSuzy.Tv show producer Biz Bonobo, a.k.a. Elizabeth Aston is a delightful First Mate, Miss Ono Bo and Bonobo Rose do a mesmerizing twerking duet (it’s no-touch hoka-hoka!) in Max’s honor, Bonobo Way book–spankings slap jiggling butt cheeks, and Ikkor the Wolf toasts the Captain with several Green Cross specials, one of which winds up between Dayton’s legs, of course.

Bonobo Way Book-Spanking for J-Sho. Photo: L’Erotique

Then late into the wee hours, on Max’s actual birthday, who shows up to pay his respects to Capt’n Max but the Mayor of Bonoboville himself, the loveable namesake of our favorite rum, that household name we’ve both known almost as long as we’ve known each other: Ron Jeremy. Ron plays “Happy Birthday” (no longer owned by the Warner Brothers Mafia!) on his harmonica and talks surgeries with Max before attempting to play “Put the Man in the Boat” with any giggling sailor girl he can catch.

A little seasick? Photo: Abe

And on that note, I steer my Captain, my Prince and my baby boy (he held onto Sky’s gift of a vodka-filled baby bottle much of the evening) up the stairs and past an auspicious and unusual view of Jupiter above Venus above Mars above the crescent moon over Bonoboville, to our private chambers to give him a very personal present, bonobo-style.

Viva la RƎVO˩ution! Photo: Abe.

Happy Birthday, Captain! My love and lust for you grows stronger every day. Viva la RƎVO˩ution!

Ecosexual Bonobo Ron Rum. Photo: Del Rey

© November 8, 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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Length 01:50:03 Date: Oct. 6th, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

Female ejaculation baptizes my Womb Room in a gushing Kink Month Kick-Off with Holy Water so hot, it washes away the sickening sight of lying, crying Kavanaugh’s confirmation to the Supreme FFFFing Court.

Ikkor the Wolf, Juici Jenni, Dr. Suzy, Chef Be*LiVE, Zivu. Bottom: Big Baby-in-Chief Drumpf, Blubbering Brett Kavanaugh, Blossom Green. Photo: Jux Lii

Kavanaugh Gives Us Cavities

Ouch! Whether or not he’s a full-on rapist, in those hot and heavy Senate hearings, Brett “the Blubbering Brat” Kavanaugh proved to be utterly unfit to clean the toilets of the Supreme Court ladies’ room (where he might push his flaccid virginal white-privileged frat-boy drunk dick in someone’s face), let alone one of its lifetime justices. This is why he is the first Associate Justice to be overwhelmingly rejected as “unfit”  by the American Bar Association, Yale Law School (his alma mater), Jesuit Magazine and his Yale roommate Chad.

Pre-Show Selfie

I spent four years at Yale, trying to avoid the beer breath and predatory paws of big drooling frat boys like Blubbering Brett, some of whom cried in my lap before vomiting and then calling their parents to wire money. Though I don’t “believe all women,” I do believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, as well as Deborah Ramirez and the other women who have come forward, partly because their stories are credible, but mainly because Kavanaugh’s denials have been filled with the lies, recriminations (showing he will be anything but an unbiased judge) and tears of a spoiled little boy who got caught with his grubby little hand in the cookie jar.

Trying to babysit the Big Baby-in-Chief with his Mario Kart mushroom peepee and Blubbering Brett Kavanaugh. Photo: Hugo Flores

Though I’m ashamed that Bellicose Brett and I went to the same school, I take pride in how many of our fellow Yalies have come forward to expose his loutish past and protest his gilded future which is intrinsically tied to him ruining the futures of most Americans in favor of corporate interests, Perma-War, Big Oil, Big Pharma, the Religious Right, the prison system and America’s insatiably greedy oligarchical .0001%. From my classmate Jane Mayer who broke Ramirez’s story, to the students, professors and alumni who emerged from their Ivory Towers to protest in the streets, his fellow Elis have tried to remind Condescending Kavanaugh that our school motto, Lux et Veritas, means Light and Truth, not Obfuscation and Perjury.

From Yale to Bonoboville: Lux et Veritas. Photo: Abe

And yet, the times are such that Obfuscation and Perjury have won the day, and the Alt-Right is holding kegger parties. What to do now that all our protests have fallen on the willfully deaf ears of these solemnly slimy Senators? Vote them out! It’s the Bonobo Way, and at this point, it’s the only way to fend off the smiley-faced American brand of corporate ecocidal fascism that is devouring our country and will, if unchecked, soon gerrymander our votes into total meaninglessness.  

Just to get some statistical perspective on our already undemocratic electoral process: Crying Kavanaugh was nominated by a President who lost the popular election by three million votes. The 48 Senators who voted “no” to Kavanaugh represent 181.8 million Americans, and the 51 Senators who voted “yes” represent only 143.2 million.

This is why too many of us feel that our votes are already worthless, and mere daily survival too demanding of our limited time, so we don’t bother to haul our asses into voting booths on Election Days. Since the Religious Right votes religiously, our ambivalence about voting has become a recipe for the all-American fascism that has now got a death-grip on our three supposedly separate branches of government.

The Narcissistic Pussygrabber and the Lying Crying Penis-Flasher. Photo: Hugo

No doubt voting is a time-consuming, chancy proposition, but it’s our only chance. So, for electoral motivation, we start this show with the screams of protestors being forced from the gallery while the Senate votes in Justice Blubbering Cavity, our smarmy creep of a Veep Mike Pence gaveling “order,” as the Cassandra cries of “Shame! Shame! Shame!” grow louder and more anguished, echoing down the halls of history.

BREAKING: Protests erupt in the Senate as VP Pence presides over the vote on Judge Kavanaugh's confirmation. https://t.co/f32ecMfRed pic.twitter.com/QdbjWrN6JE

— MSNBC (@MSNBC) October 6, 2018

This is the sound of America losing our humanity.

This is the sound of millions whose mouths are being covered as they struggle, whose very breath is being smothered under the sweaty hand of power and money. This is the sound of women’s rights, workers’ rights, voting rights, immigrants’ rights, LGBT rights, the rights of people of color, the rights of people to clean air and water and so much more that is being ripped from us, like the sound of migrant babies being ripped from their parents’ arms at the border, like the sound of a young girl forced to bear the child of her rapist, like the sound of the people being screwed—and not in a good way—by the rapacious greed of the way-too-rich.  

Of course, it’s already happening.  While we’ve been transfixed by the Kavanaugh Soap Opera, the American Oligarchy just really fucked us with another tax cut for the wealthy, as well as a massive increase in military spending. That and we also found out Trump’s Daddy gave him over 400 times more money than he said he gave him, and most of it was done illegally, but who cares? The veneer of respect for the law and compassion for the poor was always cracked but now it’s completely ripped away, and Melania’s jacket (and her snappy Great White Hunter safari outfit in Africa) sends us the real message of truth: They really don’t care… about anyone or anything but their own snappy outfits, their own bulging bank accounts and their own silver-spoon-fed progeny whose obscene wealth pollutes the very air we breathe like pigs farting in our faces.

This is NOT a case of “the boys against the girls,” as Trumpenstein likes to frame it to keep the duped “bros” (and the gals who try to impress the bros) cheering him on. It’s the .0001% against the rest of us.

To counteract the toxic smell and the awful sounds of those Senatorial pigs oinking their votes for their fellow frat boy pig (with apologies to real pigs who are kind of cute and pretty smart), we play another clip. Instead of screaming, we hear people cheering for Texas’ remarkable Democratic Senatorial candidate, Beto O’Rourke, whose message of inclusivity is the most bonoboesque I’ve heard in American politics since Martin Luther King declared, “I Have a Dream.”  I’ve never wished I lived in Texas until now, just so I could vote for Beto to BEATo that noxious weasel Ted Cruz. Beto is a mix of Obama with Robert Kennedy, oozing telegenic progressive charisma and maybe, just maybe, he has the kind of integrity that won’t be bought and sold, the kind America desperately needs right now.

Only the Good Boys Get the Gifts that the Bad Girls Bestow. Photo: Adam Lau

Happy Kink Month!

On that positive note, but with a deep need for a strong dose of Trumpocalypse therapy, I welcome the congregation to our celebration of Kink Month. Yes indeed, October is Kink Month, as declared by our kinky friends at The Stockroom, for the sake of sales, sex education and good vibes.

Photo of Pre-Show Group Selfie by Hugo

It makes seasonal sense. As the autumnal spirit of darkness descends, whirling like a devilish dervish around Halloween revelry, stirring up adventures, fear as an aphrodisiac, costumes, pranks, spankings, roleplay and just plain playing (consensually, of course), kink is in the air.  

Happy Kink Month 2018! Photo: Johnnie

But what is “kink”? Kink is any kind of sex that Ted Cruz would legislate against but would “like” on Twitter….

Actually, the term derives from the idea of a “bend,” aka a “kink”, in one’s sexual behavior, as opposed to “straight” or “vanilla” sexual activity. Kink can be a little—or a lot—taboo. Most fetishes could be considered kinky. You could say that kink is 50 shades of sexy… but that gives too much credit to a bad film and an even worse book. Kink is “unconventional” sex, but if you’re already kinky, the conventional can be unconventional, and therefore kinky. Marriage could be kinky. Missionary can be kinky if you always do it doggy….

Spanking My Kinky Kitty Blossom with Goddess Phoenix’s Super-Kink Fiber-Optic Whip to Kick Off Kink Month 2018! Photo: Juneau Digital Productions

And no, Virginia, celebrating Kink Month doesn’t mean you can only get your kink on in October. You can be kinky as you wanna be any month, anytime. But just as May is Masturbation Month (thanks to the good folks at Good Vibrations and my dear friend Dr. Betty Dodson), September is “Self-Love September,” February is Black History Month, March is Women’s History (Herstory) Month and June is LGBTQ Pride Month, so as to spotlight the subjects and stimulate discussion, October is the month to open up your erotic closet and let your kink flag fly. This is a key aspect of releasing your inner bonobo.

Happy Kink Month! Let Your Kink Flag Fly! Photo: Jux Lii

Father & Son Kinksters Be*Live & Zivu

For our Kink Month Kick-Off, a small and very sexy group of guests gather around my broadcast bed, starting with pansensual vegan culinary master, multiple SUZY-award-winner and one of the stars of our first Speakeasy Journal (Splosh ‘n’ Art edition), Chef Be*Live.

Chef Be*Live poses with the Speakeasy Journal, featuring him and Daniele! Photo: Be*Live

Chef B has been on the show countless times, but this is the first time without his wife, dazzling actress and performance artist Daniele Watts.  

These two are so unconventional that getting married (both for the first time) was and still is incredibly kinky.

Me and Be in Bonoboville. Selfie: Be*Live

In the second half of the show, Be*Live is joined by his son, Zivu A’balam, who always looks like his twin.

Orange Zivu and Papa Be*Live. Photo: Hugo

This time, Zivu looks like he caught the orange flu from the Mango Mussolini, although Zivu has an orange beard, orange eyebrows, orange shirt, orange socks and an orange maribou boa while the Trumpus just has that orange fake-tan skin.

Blazingly orange as a five-alarm fire Halloween Jack O’Lantern, Zivu is the Spirit of Kink Month incarnate!

Use Less Plastic! Bonoboville Jars at the Speakeasy Bar. Photo: Hugo

Juici Jenni, Squirting Queen

The new gal in town is Juici Jenni, and wow oh wow, does she live up to her name and steal the show with a breathtaking demonstration of female ejaculation.

It all starts innocently enough when I ask, “What’s your favorite kink?” and she replies that she enjoys masturbating… in public.

Juici Jenni and Blossom Green. Photo: Jux Lii

Say no more! This is—hands up, down or in your pants—our favorite kind of guest here on DrSuzy.Tv.

Everybody’s ready to watch Jenni get juicy, but I tease the crowd by asking her a few more questions. Turns out, Jenni grew up in Montreal in a strict Christian Science family, and she didn’t even take an aspirin until she was 22. She’s also a real-life MILF and she acts in horror films, though she prefers to “be herself” and make erotic clips for her fans.

Trumpocalypse Therapy: Jenni spanks tRUMP’s balls with The Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

Like most thinking, feeling humans, she also despises the Pussygrabber-in-Chief and shows her anti-Trump spirit by whacking our Trump doll’s big balls and tiny little Mario Kart mushroom peepee with The Bonobo Way.

Juici Jenni starts her striptease. Photo: Hugo

Then she strips off her skirt, pulls down her top, writhes and rubbing herself with the MFC vibrator in rhythm to Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster” (inspired by The Bonobo Way).

She makes herself comfortable on my bed and squirts right through her fishnet tights.

Yes, indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, I don’t know what the Christian Scientists call it, but I call Holy Water. I don’t know if it can heal your sickness, but I know it can take your mind off your pain—even your aching Kavanaugh Cavity—and that’s a healing thing, or at least, a natural pain killer.

Smell it, and you’ll know it’s not urine which smells like, well, urine. Nothing wrong with a little kinky consensual pee play, but female ejaculation is substantially different.

Post Squirtgasm Euphoria. Photo: Jux Lii

Check out my article, Squirting World, and my Squirt Salons for more about how to squirt and help your partner to squirt, as well as lots of juicy info on the History of Squirting, which of course, goes back to pre-history, though Aristotle was the first to write about clear, odorless, female emissions wetting the toga.

Jenni demonstrates the fingering technique used on her to make her squirt for the first time. Photo: Hugo

Or just watch the lovely and very juicy Jenni squirt up a tropical storm free on DrSuzy.Tv and check out this show’s wet and wild Forbidden Photographs.

Bonoboville Communion (Not Boofing)

After the break, our sexy, slightly lapsed Christian Scientist becomes our Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl.

Blossom unveils Jenni’s Altar for Communion. Photo: Jux Lii

Now that a confirmed lush and angry drunk ascended to our highest Courts by making a public spectacle of himself, our little drinking game seems kind of tame.

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I mean, we’re not “boofing” beer here, like Boofing Brett Kavanaugh liked to do during Beach Week—to “boof” being to anally ingest alcohol or other substances, not “flatulence,” another blatant Boofing Brett lie under oath.

Blossom gets Waterboarded. Photo: Jux Lii

Our simple boob salt licking is nothing compared to our new Asshole Justice of the Supreme Court.

From an unjust Justice to Juicy Jenni, it’s a wild world.

Juici Jenni takes Communion from Me. Photo: Jux Lii

My assistant Blossom Green, looking exceptionally adorable in a bowler hat and kinky collar, chain leash and kitty panties, is the lucky recipient of Communion and Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style from the boobs and lap of our lovely special guest.

Turn-about is fair play, even double turn-about, so Jenni takes Communion from both Blossom and me.

Double-Waterboarding Juici Jenni. Photo: Jux Lii

Then Blossom and I interlace our fishnet legs and give Jenni a Waterboarding of bonobo love and Agwa.

With Jenni and Blossom at the Speakeasy Bar. Photo: Selfie

Motorbunny Squirt-a-Thon

I’m not sure if it’s on Christian Science’s official list of no-no’s, but Jenni’s never ridden a Motorbunny or a Sybian in her life. So when we offer her a Motorbunny ride, she’s eager to accept.

Jenni mounts the Motorbunny. Photo: Adam Lau

Be*Live, his broken hand almost totally healed, wraps up the Motorbunny in Saran wrap. We always practice safer sex here on DrSuzy.Tv!

Then Jenni, topless and panty-less mounts the machine.

Jenni get JUICI on the Motorbunny. Photo: Hugo

With her skirt and fishnets still on, she’s quite a provocative spectacle. Perfect for an exhibitionist, and we are nothing if not voyeur-connoisseurs.

Once I get the motor going, it’s not long before Jenni’s squirting all over the Motorbunny.

Wow, look at that SQUIRT. See this photo of Juici Jenni squirting uncensored plus many more in Bonoboville’s “Forbidden Photographs.” Photo: Jux Lii

The Tantric yogis call it “amrita.”

Post-Squirtgasm. Photo: Hugo

We call it a tsunami of fun.

Ikkor: We are One

As usual, we close the show with Ikkor the Wolf.

Ikkor the Wolf in the Womb Room. Photo: Juneau Digital Productions

This time, in harmony with Beato’s message of inclusion, Ikkor sings “We Are One.”

From Beto to Ikkor, “We Are One.” Photo: Jux Lii

The binary is just a construct.

Beautiful Bonobo Sapiens. Photo: Jux Lii

Black and white, male and female, Democrat and Republican, liberal and conservative, we are all human beings.

Fisheye Fun. Photo: Adam Lau

We Are One.

Throw those One’s up and VOTE. Photo: Juneau Digital Prod.

Throw those ones up and VOTE.

Kinky Wind Down

Blossom’s so good throughout this show that I have no reason to spank her.

Kicking off Kink Month 2018 spanking Blossom Green. Photo: Jux Lii

So I simply spank her for no reason.

Traditionalists call this a “maintenance spanking.” 

I call it having fun trying to hit the pussycat target on Blossom’s butt with glamazon Goddess Phoenix’s fiber optic whip.

Later I continue playing spank Blossom’s pussy-butt as she clutches Handsome Hollywood Jake’s big bear in the Garden of Bonoboville.

Then it’s Hollywood Jake’s friend Drake’s turn to take a Kink Month spanking in the bar.

The Delicioussly Nasty Kink of Love and Whipping. Photo: Jux Lii

Happy Kink Month!

Before we can say “Vote the Bastards Out,” it’s time for Capt’n Max and me to kick off Kink Month privately, still drunk on Holy Waters of different varieties, still sharing deep intimacies and squirting orgasms, still fighting the good fight, the Bonobo Way, against the Trumpuses and Lying Crying Kavanaughs of the world, still in love after 26 years of kinky bonobo marriage.

© Oct. 6,  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: 132:14 minutes        Date: 04/14/2012

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These days, committed, long-term marriage is going out of style, and for good reason, since most marriages don’t last unless the couple is forced to stay together.  But for my Prince and me, wild renegade pair that we are, the old marital tradition holds true—20th anniversary true—and what better reason to host another fun-filled, Commedia Erotica-inspired, Sybian-riding, Speakeasy sex-celebration than twenty truly fantastic years of lawfully wedded love, lust and bonobo revolution?  Like any good wedding night, we soon cross the threshold of vows and proclamations, and get right to the Womb Room bed, where the “honeymoon period” is never over—especially if by “honeymoon” you mean sex.

Featured Guests:

Diana Doll: Max’s name (most of it) is Prince Maximillian Rudolph Leblovic di Lobkowicz, Prince of Prague, Duke of Melnick, one of the former country of Czechoslovakia’s oldest titles.  So it’s fitting that our 20th wedding anniversary mail-order bridesmaids are the gorgeous Czech duo, “JennDoll,” looking smashing as they walk down the aisle for us, then dance for us in their tiny pink and blue bridesmaid dresses, which they soon remove to ride that rollicking adult roller coaster I call the Sybian.  Diana, the radiant blonde half of the team, has a particularly vocal orgasm, and wins an Adult Play Parlor vibrator to take home.

Jennifer Dark: The sultry brunette half of the Euro-sexy, leggy Czech twosome, Jenn demonstrates an amazingly high tolerance for the crotch-throttling voltage (more…)

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Length 01:58:46  Date:  2000

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Length:  1:02:51       Date:  Feb 01, 2008

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Length: 92:30 minutes

Date: 8/22/2009

With Afroman and Snoop playing in the background, it’s a green evening (rum & coke and chem dog in case you’re wondering). We go over the required steps to acquire marijuana legally with Dr. Harris, gynecologist and doctor of Medi-card and Michael Lerner, publisher of Kush LA (you can buy the glossy magazine at 7-11 and Wholefoods). A blondie, known to us as Honey Pie Hudson puts in her 2 cents about pussy surgeries (makin’ da g-spot bigger) and different strains for different pains (the truth and white rhino for someone in need of an aphrodisiac). Sex and pot. Like peas and carrots.

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Luzer Twersky, Egyptia, Tuesday Conner, Dr. Susan Block, Erica Simone, The Oracle. Bottom: Gypsy Bonobo, Ikkor the Wolf, Trumpster the Penis Pillow, Twin Butterflies. Photo: L’Erotique.

Length 1:47:08 Date: January 28, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block.

Erotic poets, dramatic actors, a rapper, stripper and a “drag queen Uber driver” gather together in our multi-denominational, mega-sensational Church of Bonoboville to take Communion and serve up tastes of their sexy performance art, as we celebrate the Chinese “Year of the Rooster,” aka “Cock” (aka “Dickhead”), joining thousands of protestors in airport terminals throughout this great land to decry the deplorable new Dick-tator with small dick syndrome.

Nori watches DrSuzy.Tv in the Garden of Bonoboville while everyone else warms up in the Womb Room. Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

Ménage à Tuesday

But before I attempt to unravel the turpitudes and tirades of Trumplethinskin, let me introduce our featured guests on this show, beginning with the playwright and players of Ménage à Trois, a sensuous erotic trilogy by Tuesday Conner, theatrical poet and producer sextraordinaire, accompanied by multi-talented cast members, Twin Butterfly, Egyptia, The ORACLE, and “Sexiest Rappier” 2016 SUZY award winner, the one and only Ikkor the Wolf.

Tuesday gets us in the mood for lust with her dramatic poem about a spontaneous, multi-orgasmic encounter with the man of her dreams, electrifying the Womb Room as she articulates her fiery passion. Raised as a Jehovah’s Witness, Tuesday tells us the tale of her evolution into theatrical producer and spokeswoman for sexual awareness, sex education, BDSM play and the transformative power of erotic poetry, in part thanks to her favorite drama teacher, the late great “Blaxploitation” director Cliff Roquemore (Ikkor’s dad!), and in another part due to the influence of BDSM and Ménage Master Orpheus Black.  Other parts are still a little mysterious… so far.

Butterfly Striptease

The fluttering sprite of the crew is Twin Butterfly, whom we first met a few months ago on Kink Month 4 when she took a mean Bonobo Way book-spanking. This time, Ms. Twin takes it all off, displaying her pert, pierced nipples and a pierced pussy—ooh la la, Ménage à Trois!— as she spreads her arms, legs and lips like butterfly wings.

Twin Butterflies takes wing. Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

Egyptia whacks her with my leather paddle, and I spank her with the Bonobo Way as she twists, turns and undulates to the tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster.” Later I learn that Ms. Twin is my Gemini sister, both of us born on the 10th of June!

Raised Baptist, Madame Butterflies makes an ardent Bonoboville Communion  Altar Girl, presenting her delectable breasts to Lady Tuesday for communing with gusto. Then I give the curvaceous, ultra-busty Tuesday a good “waterboarding,” bonobo-style, with Agwa de Bolivia herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.

Waterboarding Tuesday, Bonobo-Style. Photo: L’Erotique

If this is the kind of waterboarding that the Trumpster wants to bring back, then I’d have no objection, as it’s more of a decadent pleasure than torture. Also, it’s far more likely to make your “victim” talk than the other kind of waterboarding.

Ikkor & the Oracle

The red-lace clad Oracle—schoolteacher by day, soothsayer by night—teases the Womb Room with a taste of “classy” sultry poetry and the mellifluous melody of Ménage à Trois, as she toys with Ikkor’s muscular torso.

Ikkor raps “She Bad.” Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo.

Later, our Ikkor delivers a sexy new poem and raps “She Bad” as I double-book-spank Twin Butterflies and Tuesday, and the Womb Room congregation rocks out with their cocks out.

Yes, we celebrate the Year of the Cock with a variety of cocks, big and small, YUGE and minuscule, dildos, microphones, the real thing and “alternative facts.”

Yiddish Pimp & Drag Queen Uber Driver

Or fax. Only reachable by fax (so he says), Luzer Twersky is back in Bonoboville, taking a break from a successful off-Broadway run in “God of Vengeance,” a 1906 Yiddish play by Sholem Asch which got its original 1923 cast arrested for “indecency” due to portraying, among other “lewd” activities, the first lesbian kiss on Broadway, a couple years before Mae West wowed ‘em with “Sex.”

Luzer is a winner of the 2016 SUZY award for “Sexiest Fundamentalist Refugee.” Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

Luzer stars in the current production at the LaMama Theater, also performed in the old Jewish/German/Hebrew dialect, albeit with English supertitles for its non-Yiddish-speaking audience. Winner of the 2016 SUZY award for “Sexiest Fundamentalist Refugee” (not to mention a couple of “Best Actor” awards for his luminous portrayal of a Hasidic cuckold in “Félix & Meira”), Luzer is now getting rave reviews for his performance as an apprentice pimp to the Orthodox Jewish brothel owner, called “wonderfully slimy” by Charles Isherwood in the New York Times. Wonder if Trump’s Orthodox Jewish daughter and son-in-law will see it. Then, perhaps Luzer will have his Hamilton moment… in Yiddish?

As is his style, Luzer “thinks Yiddish and dresses British,” delivering a choice piece of Yiddish dialogue from “God of Vengeance” to a slightly confused but highly amused Womb Room audience, while nattily attired in one of his signature bespoke custom-made suits.

Drag Queen Uber Drives rolls up to our Menage. Photo: L’Erotique

Into this theatrical fashion mix rolls “Drag Queen” Uber driver Erica Simone, longtime friend of Jacquie Blu, a DrSuzy.Tv virgin and quite the taxi fetishist’s vision in yellow and black checker cabbie gear. Erica regales us with racy tales of driving in drag for Uber—at its raciest when two female customers go down on each other in her back seat.

Though Uber made her an icon, you might want to hire Erica directly through her award-winning business “Driving is a Drag”, since you can’t request her specifically through Uber. Moreover, Uber owner Travis Kalanick is a Trump supporter, and the #DeleteUber movement is in full protest mode.

Protest Poetry, Trumplethinskin’s Size Fetish & Being Told to “Shut Up”

Speaking of protests, some of us Bonobovillians attend the airport uprisings going on throughout the weekend, and the rest of us shout out our support. Yes indeed, as the tweeting Year of the Rooster Dickhead-in-Chief tries to peck out America’s vital organs, with one birdbrained, cruel and unusual—not to mention illegal—“executive order” after another, some of us are biting back

Trumpocalypse Therapy: Making Trump “shut up” with a nice Chinese red “Year of the Cock” dildo “gag order”. Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

This latest order to ban all refugees named Mohammed from countries beginning with the letter “I” (or something equally unfair), regardless of whether they possess a green card or visa, has been stopped in its unconstitutional tracks (for now) by at least four federal court judges, starting with Ann Donnelly in Brooklyn, New York, thanks to a lawsuit brought by a couple of detained Iraqis and the ACLU.

Meanwhile, what really gets under Trumplethinskin’s thin skin, in the new Year of the Cock, is the size of his inauguration vs. Obama’s in 2009 and/or vs. the YUGE Women’s March protesting his odious presence in our Oval Orifice the next day. He even complained about it to the CIA, presenting himself, shamelessly displaying the YUGE size fetish that many of us have long been afraid he had. It couldn’t have been any worse than if he had stood before them in front of their Holy Wall naked and shriveling.

Attempting to instill fear, make headlines or keep the people from noticing how many plutocrats he can stuff in a cabinet, Herr Drumpf’s super-white, alt-right advisor Stephen Bannon advised “the media” to “keep its mouth shut.” He went to Harvard, so he must know this is an open invitation for everyone who considers him or herself “media” to chatter away about how fascistic he is and what a prize-winning Asshole his boss is.

That is certainly what Capt’n Max and I, along with most of our guests, do on this show, in between stripteases and spoken word. The ever-lovely Gypsy Bonobo and the Drag Queen Uber Driver take particular delight in force-feeding our safety-pinned and collared Trumpster Penis Pillow various dildonic devices to keep his mouth shut, or more specifically gagged, while we talk about what’s wrong with him and his gang of billionaires, bigots and alternative fact-finders.

We Are All Media Now. And none of us are shutting up.

Valentine’s Day is World Bonobo Day

February 14th is “World Bonobo Day,” as so declared by our friend Vanessa Woods, Bonobo Handshake author, Lola ya Bonobo promoter, Bonobo Project director and Duke University animal researcher who praised The Bonobo Way for “paving the way to a hopefully more bonobo future.” So help save the highly endangered bonobos from extinction; donate to Lola, BCI and World Bonobo Day, and give the gift of The Bonobo Way on Valentine’s Day to someone you love, even if that someone is you.

Beyond couples and trouples, bonobo culture provides a very useful paradigm for peaceful, playful, loving, female-empowered resistance to murder, war, fatherland-worshiping fascism and nonconsensual pussy-grabbing.  

So… #GoBonobos in 2017: Happy Year of the Cock!

Thanks to this week’s volunteers: Camera Operator – Sean, Mo; Photographers; Bartender – Jamie Liu; and our On-Campus Bonobos Abe Perez, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jacquie Blu, MarsFX, Johnny Jungle, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.

Happy Year of the Cock! Happy Bday L’Erotique! Photo: Abe Bonobo

© January 29, 2017. 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.

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?

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by Dr. Susan Block.   

We’re speaking easy at the Speakeasy this Midsummer night, or as easy as we can speak, with corporate censorship silencing our dreams and messing with our minds, as we take on the affairs of the week.

Here are some highlights:

• It actually is “Midsummer” night (6/24) as we broadcast live on our “Midsummer Night’s Dreamy Speakeasy,” with an Elizabethan hat tip to William Shakespeare and those great Scandinavian pagans of short, steamy, dreamy summers (sommers?).
• Midsummer is for lovers, and Capt’n Max and I kick off the Honeymoon Season that morning with a little June Honeymoon of senior sex, orgasms and love. All we need is the mead!

• F.D.R. stands for #FuckDaRich, but #EatTheRich turns out to be Midsummer’s leading hashtag, thanks to a series of dramatic Orca attacks. Whereas these giant, brilliant, boisterously playful and rather scary “killer” dolphin-like whales have not yet eaten any rich people, they appear to be eating their yachts (at least the rudders).
• Various strange sea creatures have appeared to #EattheRich these days, chiefly the Titan “submersible” gobbling up five rich guys and then imploding like a giant Belch of Death. We feel bad for the 19-year-old who went down there mainly to please his Titanic-obsessed dad (said his aunt), but the others just demonstrate the extensive and expensive idiocy of “Da Rich.” Burt calls in to chime in on how this ridiculously dangerous mini-sub was made of Radio Shack parts and run by a joystick and a Bluetooth. Particularly shocking is the hubris of the Titan’s CEO, determined to *penetrate* the impenetrable Titanic—like a dude determined to have sex with a woman who’s out of his league—all this on a super low budget at the expense of safety. Dead giveaway: naming his damn company “Oceangate”—almost like he knew he’d soon float through the lethal “gates” of Watergate, Gamergate and Heaven’s Gate and right through those Pearly Gates. Meanwhile, the world’s maritime agencies move heaven and earth to search for a few fat cats, whereas hundreds of migrants drown like rats as those same agencies force overloaded boats to leave their shores.  What a tragedy and travesty! Fuck Da Rich!

• RIP Daniel Ellsberg, the original American “whistleblower,” one of the greatest, most genuine heroes of my life and in America’s history, going back to his courageous release of the Pentagon Papers which helped to end America’s War in Vietnam. At least of equal if not greater significance was Ellsberg’s bombshell of a book, The Doomsday Machine: Confessions of a Nuclear War Planner, which exposes the insane operations of America’s nuclear program and Ellsberg’s chilling realization that we’re not too far from the fantasy “Doomsday Machine” in Stanley Kubrick’s anti-nuke masterpiece, Strangelove. Since his days as what Bob Dylan would call a “Master of War” at the Rand corporation and the Pentagon, until his death, Ellsberg inspired and actively helped many other truthtellers (notably Julian Assange) and antiwar causes, and so we bid a sad but fond farewell to Daniel Ellsberg, the G.O.A.T. of great American whistleblowers.
• Another great Stanley Kubrick film, Eyes Wide Shut (EWS), a midsummer night’s cinematic wet dream that’s *really* a critique of capitalism and class, comes up as we talk about Hunter Biden (the “Billy Beer” Carter of our times), President Joe’s bad boy son with (at this point) more of a rap sheet than resume. What got my attention was that he was recently outed for ass-grabbing (Trump’s not the only one, but Hunter’s not running for president) at a very high-end LA sex club, SNCTM (modeled on EWS), by SNCTM founder Damon Lawner who was then kicked out of his own club for outing Biden! As a sex therapist, I do understand this policy; confidentiality is key. And it makes me wonder, what kind of “group therapy” goes on at SNCTM? To be continued…

• Putin almost got toppled (or did he?) by Wagner Group leader Yevgeny Prigozhin at the stroke of Midsummer, and then he didn’t (or did he?), and we’re in a media-induced frenzy of confusion. At first, I was so excited, I thought it was a Bonobo Revolution—with astonishingly little violence—since it appeared Putin’s great military was letting the Wagner Group charge on in with no resistance. Well, it was an overnight revolution—totally over in less than a Midsummer’s day—and at broadcast time, Prigozhin—the chief thug of a gang of thugs who didn’t revolt because he’s anti-war, but just because he wanted a more efficient military chain of command to slaughter more Ukrainians—was off to Belarus for… negotiations? A vacation? We have no idea; we just want to stop this war and all perma wars. Is that too much to want?
• Trumpty Dumpty doesn’t come up much on this ride, except when we wonder if he’ll hide Putin in the same shitter as he’s got the secret nuclear documents if Prigozhin’s putsch comes to shove.

• On the lighter—and saltier—side, Rich calls in to extoll our beautiful Birthday Bacchanal and inquire about the history of Bonoboville Communion and Waterboarding, Bonobo Style with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur—along with side dishes of Tequila Toe Shots and Shrimping Cocktails— which we describe with such relish, it will make your mouth water!
• Shardoll calls in to sing my praises, chief among them being that he thinks I’d “rock a bikini” at the beach, even though—or because—I’m “older” (he’s 26). Somehow this gets us into a discussion about body shame and insecurity which, if you’ve ever experienced it (and who hasn’t?), you’d do well to tune to.
• “Plumpy Chunks,” a curiously named new listener, asks if I have ever “partied” with former adult performer Alisha Klass, and taking a quick trip through time in my mind, I realize I had—about 20 years ago—with the aptly named Seymore Butts, then star of his own show, Showtime’s Family Business.
• Moving past his bikini obsession, Shardoll asks me to explain bonobos and The Bonobo Way, which I gladly do for the 10,000th I’m always glad to expound upon the “Make Kink Not War” chimpanzees who make peace through pleasure and friendliness, empower the females, nurture the males, share resources and swing through the trees as well as with each other!

• We are antiwar for many reasons, chief of which being that it kills people and ruins the earth, but also the sheer expense of American Perma Wars that puts mounting profits into War Profiteers’ pockets at our expense, the latest insane example being Pentagon garbage cans purchased from Boeing for over $51K each—way to throw our tax money into the trash!
• Happy belated 158th anniversary of Juneteenth, America’s most profound celebration of reality-based, physical freedom, commemorating the hard-fought, long-overdue freeing of some 250,000 slaves, that built this great nation on real estate stolen from the Native Americans, whose descendants are still discriminated against in this supposed land of the “free.” We talk about freedom—free love, free speech and the costs of any and all freedoms. Freedom *should* be free, but it never is, and in the Capitalocene, it seems to cost more and more.
• Though we favor the “lesser of two evils” (usually the Democrats), both parties of America’s duopoly are duplicitous. If you agree, or even if you don’t, you’ll love our new “Don’t Feed the Animals” T shirt. It’s also available as a tank top for those steamy and dreamy Midsummer nights.

• The City of Arcadia continues to harass us, and it’s sheer “Mattress Madness,” but we are standing strong for our rights (and yours), and we will meet them in Court this Friday, so stay tuned…
• Need to talk PRIVATELY about any of these topics or something else that you can’t talk about with anyone else? You can talk to us. Experience phone sex therapy. Call the Therapists Without Borders of the Susan Block Institute anytime: 213.291.9497.
• Help! I’m still banned on Facebook, IG and YouTube! Sign the petition to restore my accounts! 

Until we meet again, Happy Midsummer Night’s Dreamy trails to you, from the Capitalocene to the Bonobocene through the Tunnel of Love.

© June 24,  2023 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.

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 01:42:21 Date: January 27, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

Ever wish you could fly? Just rise above the dirt and all the problems of the Earth, levitating up, up, up into the heavens above? Want to see a guy actually do that… surrounded by gorgeous kinksters and naked dancers? Then check out this show. Filled with beautiful, elegant domination, erotic flagellation and uncanny levitation; you really have to see it to believe it. Oh, what a show!

Mistress Damiana Chi, Dr. Suzy, Dollie, Ruben. Bottom: Daniele Watts, Chef Be*Live. Mid-Air: Danny Wolverton. Photo:: Abe Bonobo

And yes, he really levitates!

Trump’s Golden Shithole

Meanwhile back on Earth… in the dirt and shitholes, tRUMP’s request for an artwork just got shit on. In this week’s Trumpocalypse Theater Therapy, while Trump was trying to win the cold hearts of the Davos billionaires, the Guggenheim art museum politely refused his request to borrow a Van Gogh painting for his private residence in the White house, offering him the use of an 18-karat gold toilet instead. This is not just a joke, though it certainly is a good one, but a real functioning solid gold toilet—used, even!—and a piece of art called “America” by conceptual artist Maurizio Cattelan. Whatever the White House response, the exchange is a work of art—the Art of the Art Deal—by Guggenheim curator Nancy Spector. Kudos to Ms. Spectator, giving Trump his very own golden shithole. It’s the ultimate gift for the big baby King of Gaud, Fraud and Russian Golden Showers.

tRUMP’s Golden Shithole. Value: $1 million

Too bad we can’t flush all our problems down a gilded WC (a gilt latrine?). But we can escape the harrowing madness of Trumpism and other cataclysmic conundrums of modern times with our own, happier, sexier, more magical madness—at least, for around an hour and a half—and that’s exactly what we do on this show.

Spankology 101 with Mistress Damiana Chi, Ph.D.

My first featured guest is chicly elegant Mistress Damiana Chi, a Ph.D. in psychology, teacher of “Domme Craft,” lifestyle FemDom and pro-Domme. Born and raised in LA to Filipina and Chinese parents (she speaks fluent Cantonese), Mistress Damiana is as brainy as she is beautiful. Understated yet stunning in black leather and lace that hug her slender but strong body, she radiates a quiet, yet commanding presence, like the “chi” (Chinese for the life force) in her name.

On a leash, she brings along a gorgeous, model-slim, collared submissive who looks so much like her, they could be sisters. “Slave Roxie” is, however, decked out in bright Valentine-red lingerie trimmed with a tiny red plaid pleated skirt that barely covers her perfect bottom.

Dr. Chi’s Domme Craft: OTK Spanking. Photo: Slick Rick

That perfect bottom is turned upside down soon enough as Mistress Damiana orders her slave girl to go across both of our laps. Then the Mistress gives her obedient slave girl a good Over-the-Knee (OTK) spanking (Roxy doesn’t like much of a warm-up, explains Ms. Damiana) as this “pain slut” moans for more.

Be*Live & Daniele lend a hand as Ruben reads The Bonobo Way. Photo: Israel Perez

Two kink-positive Ph.D.’s, Dr. Chi and I talk about the psychology of spanking, why so many of us love this slightly kinky sex practice, and how it can be healthy and even healing for consenting adults.

Amongst my on-stage guests is our 2017 Suzy Award-winning “Most Bonobo Couple,” Danièle Watts and Chef Be*Live, who share stories of their own somewhat traumatizing childhood spankings and how much they’ve learned from exploring consensual spankings as adults in Bonoboville. Note: Don’t spank children; it lowers their IQs and teaches them that violence is the answer to problems. Do spank consenting adults for fun, erotic excitement, stress release and therapy.

Meanwhile, thanks to her Mistress’ spanks and a few of mine (by hand and with The Bonobo Way), slave Roxy goes into “sub space,” an altered state for submissives, as she clutches my knees and Daniele’s head, writhing with pleasure and pain.

Dr. Chi gets The Bonobo Way for Valentine’s Day. Photo: Abe Bonobo

And her perfect bottom glows red as a Valentine. What a way to get our heart-on for Lupercalia!

From America’s Got Talent to Bonoboville’s Got Love

My next guest is magician/yogi/levitator extraordinaire Danny Wolverton, aka “Special Head.” Danny is indeed, very “special,” and not *just* because he can sit cross-legged, three feet off the ground.

Danny starts out on the show as an old man in a monk’s robe, a tantric, slightly crabby, frowning Friar Tuck, leaning on an enormous cane that looks, when it is positioned between his legs, like a big thick dick. A dick stick.

The dick stick reminds Daniele of her Tantric tryst with Danny in New York City that the two of them reveal in bits and pieces.

Just sitting on the air like it’s a chair. Photo: Slick Rick

Later he leans on the stick to perform his “levitation,” wowing the Womb Room, much like he wowed Howard Sperm and the other “America’s Got Talent” judges. 

It’s like some kind of magical-satirical faith healing, with all of us in the Womb Room congregation of the Church of Bonoboville intoning “Ommmm” and then gasping with amazement as Danny rises miraculously from the floor. Maybe it’s the shades, but it also reminds me of Lazareth rising from the grave.

After he performs his stick-assisted levitation, Mistress Damiana challenges him to do it without the stick. He readily accepts and suggests he levitate while leaning on her; instead, she volunteers her slave Roxy (now mysteriously attired in an oversized raincoat). He leans so hard on her—physically and energetically—she practically faints.  That’s some strong Chi.

Levitation Domination. Photo: Israel Perez

Is it real? Yes, it’s absolutely real. Does it involve tricks? Of course, it does; tricks of the mind and body. Fake news that goes beyond the “facts” to inspire your imagination to fly off the ground.

“A belief in magic is the willingness to be inspired by that which your mind cannot comprehend,” says Danny.

How does he do it? Watch the show, and you’ll see him reveal a bit of the technology. Yet, even when we can see through his tricks (at least some of them), we are still awed by the charismatic “magic” of his performance art.

Levitation Celebration! Photo: Slick Rick

As his other “Special Head” notes, he certainly has no problem “getting it up.” He’s just using the air as a chair!

School for Naked Spanking

Levitation gives way to levity as Danny transforms from Frowning Friar Tuck to Naked American Lunatic, in a nude full-body suit with a silly face scrawled on a breathable mask under a star-spangled bandana.

Be*Live & Danny. Photo: Israel Perez

This cues our “Most Bonobo Couple” to tear off their clothes for real. The Chef and the Magician crouch, hug, play and leap across the Womb Room like real bonobos.

Be*Live levitates… for a second. Photo: Israel Perez

Meanwhile, the Actress, Daniele, 2017 SUZY award-winner for “Hottest Confessions,” pouts dramatically, confessing to having just had an emotional conversation with her mother, confessing to her deep, desperate need for attention—now.

With Mistress Damiana in the Womb Room, that calls for a spanking; so naughty, attention-demanding Daniele lays her beautiful naked body over our knees for some good sound impact-play therapy.

Mistress Damiana spanks naughty Daniele. Photo: Israel Perez

“How have you been naughty,” I ask her, and she confesses to her Mother Confessor that she has brought a young couple, just over the age of consent, aka “barely legal,” into the Womb Room for a sex education they didn’t receive in school.

Well, they are legal, as well as very sweet, attentive and affectionate with each other. Daniele actually met Dollie Ann (18) in a real classroom five years ago when she was teaching her middle school drama class. Now that Dollie has passed the “18” mark of legal adulthood, Daniele is giving her former student a different kind of theater lesson by bringing her and her boyfriend Ruben Lopez (19) on the Dr. Susan Block Show .

Dollie is quite an interesting, thoughtful young lady, exploring alternative types of artistic expression, some of which I don’t recommend. Nevertheless, I can’t help but respect the boldness of her handiwork, carving the word “Fuck” into her left boob. Quite the artistic statement there (ouch)! Still, I caution you, my darling reader: Do NOT try this at home; it’s dangerous in multiple ways. Even Ruben agrees that, art or no art, cutting is not a healthy pursuit, and he personally doesn’t encourage it. Dollie says she wants to branch out into other, safer art forms. Daniele, on the other hand, enthusiastically champions her current artistic expressions. Oh, that naughty Daniele…

Since we’re giving it to her for being a naughty teacher, I can’t resist book-spanking Daniele’s lovely luscious ass with The Bonobo Way. Read it or get red from it!

Ruben and Dollie sit onstage through the whole show, quietly, as if they’re in school, “auditing” a cross between a whacky class in fetish and a circus of the surreal. They certainly make for a rapt audience as they observe Dollie’s former teacher, Ms. Watts, strip down and sprawl across our knees for a spanking, even as they giggle and talk about how Dollie enjoys receiving a little spanking herself. It’s another great hands-on workshop in Dr. Suzy’s School for Spanking.

Flogging Line-Up for Mistress Damiana. Note Naughty Daniele’s Trump TP… Photo: Israel Perez

After the break, Mistress Damiana starts flogging the lovely, Valentine-red, heart-shaped bottoms of slave Roxy and Daniele—who mischievously sticks a bit of Trump toilet paper up her twat. With a deft swat, Dr. Chi flogs it to the floor.

Suddenly, Danny the Special Headcase comes hurtling into the Womb Room in the old man’s head and the naked bodystocking, which is now stuffed like a “fat suit” that seems to turn him into roly-poly robot made of jelly.

Danny charging through the Womb Room eating fire. Photo: Israel Perez

Raising the fever pitch of excitement and confusion, he’s eating fire and producing roses which also levitate.

It’s total mayhem for a while. Then Daniele says Danny needs a spanking, but Mistress Damiana does not look thrilled to spank an unruly magician in a stuffed suit. Moreover, she has her own ideas of what she’d like to do, which is to get back to flogging those beautiful behinds.

Yes Ma’am!

Daniele embraces Mistress Damiana Chi. Photo: Israel Perez

Daniele brings her brat role in check and bends over my broadcast bed again, now asking Mistress Damiana to go harder on her, as she has worked hard at being a bad girl. Fired up, Mistress Damiana flogs both Daniele and Roxy, Florentine-style, at increasingly intense levels until Daniele seems to climax (a “hands-free orgasm”?), dropping to her knees and embracing Mistress Damiana for an intimate moment of after-care, all of us feeling blessed by the “Chi” they are releasing throughout the Womb Room.

Special Head unveils his face. Photo: Carlo Salas

We close the show on a high, as Danny levitates higher and higher, as the rest of us monkey around, enjoying the primal bliss of being alive on Earth… as well as a couple of feet above it.

What a great way to get high!

Go Bonobos! Go Bananas! Selfie

Then up the magical stairs of Bonoboville into the heavenly bliss of the winter night sky, the Captain and I levitate orgasmically, dreaming of beautiful, well-flogged, Valentine-shaped buns in a Neapolitan rainbow of flavors. Yum!

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers- David Polcino, Gideon Grayson ; Photographers – Nicole & Izzy, Slick Rick, Carlo;  On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Gideon Grayson, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel. 

One last Levitation… with boobs (and more)! Photo: Israel Perez

© January 27,2018. 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.

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 01:22:28 Date: April 10, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

One score and nine years ago, we surrendered to the kinkiest kind of human bondage there is: marriage. Capt’n Max was, still is and always will be the “Captain of My Heart,” and I am the “Master of (His) Soul.” It’s inscribed on the insides of those golden shackle, our wedding rings.

All Aboard the F.D.R., celebrating 29 years of lawfully married love, lust, trust, romance, revolution, hot sex, antiwar, ethical hedonism, peace through pleasure and the Bonobo Way.

Chilling behind the F.D.R. Bar on Our 29th Wedding Anniversary. Photo: Selfie

Capt’n Max, Mariah, Abe and I take the slow streamliner this show, savoring the scenery and good vibrations, meandering from one love story to another as we interact with a bevy of “Happy Anniversary!” well-wishers, corny humorists and deep-thinking commentators on our various live broadcast platforms, as well as talk with “Most Bonobo Political Activist” SUZY award winner Chris Gagliardi, tirelessly helping to spread the word of “peace through pleasure” and soon to be honored with a Russ Berrie “Making a Difference” Award. We’re proud of you, Chris!

In the last third of our trip, “Most Bonobo Couple” Danièle Watts and Rawkstar Chef BeLive call in from their parked car—sexting us naked selfies!—and what a sensational, “synchro-mystical” (their term) conversation we have, touching upon the joys and challenges of married life; the benefits of grooming among humans and other mammals (sadly, the word is now getting a bad rap due to its current usage as a term for the beginning stages of sexual abuse); their first time on The Dr. Susan Block Show exactly five years ago at our 24th Wedding Anniversary Bacchanal (which we play in the after-show); the odd legacy of my late co-author Dr. Toni Grant (their friend, Freckle, “made” Danièle read aloud from Being a Woman); dressing up as a French maid in Django Unchained, then turning down famed foot fetishizing filmmaker Quentin Tarantino’s invitation to make out; the erotic mysteries of faux cannibalism—a metaphorical way to #EattheRich, though Armie Hammer would taste more like baking soda than wedding cake.

Danièle Watts and Rawkstar Chef BeLive put their Best Foot Forward, calling into our 29th Wedding Anniversary show.

What a phenomenal couple to share our celebration of marriage: Danièle and BeLive!

It being my anniversary, I dress up in a glittery frock, hat, heels (which I only wear while sitting down), a matching sexy mask (we’re not out of the Coronapocalypse quite yet, Brothers and Sisters) and patterned fishnet stockings in solidarity with Dr. Jill Biden—whom the Rightwing ridiculously tried to slut-shame for her hosiery.

This is a 90% fun show, but we take on a few seriously harrowing subjects from raging ammosexual cuckolds to handling sexual assault. As always, we inject humor into the harrowing parts, so if you’re overly sensitive, go listen to Joe Rogaine.

The only time we don’t joke is when we talk (briefly) about the Derek Chauvin trial: For me, that onlooker saying, “You’re enjoying that shit!” just underlines George Floyd’s murder as a more obvious case of sadistic policing. Will the verdict reflect the obvious? We shall see…  

Beside our marvelous marriage, we continue our ongoing explorations of Max’s and my pre-marital days, including Max’s gallery of favorite European cougars and what I’ve taken to calling “My Swinging Life,” soon to be a docu-series along the lines of My 600-lb Life—but eating pussy instead of pizza. Oh, here we go back to faux cannibalism again.

Consensual sexual expression is vital to our “mental health.”

Sex scandal is all the rage; so many people (mostly male, but some female) in every profession appear to be doing something wrong in a sexual sense.

But some kind of good, consensual sexual expression is vital to our “mental health.”

We hear that term a lot these day; everyone from Prince Harry to Gwyneth Paltrow is trying to improve our “mental health.”

But how many are directly addressing the kinky parts of our well-being?

That’s what we try to do on this show, and that’s what we’ve tried to do in our marriage for the past 29 years.

So, relax, click the arrow to listen above or below, and turn the lights down low… to a nice wedding night glow…

Want more? Read on…

Lust Meets Trust on a Train

Make no mistake; the long-term romance of married life isn’t for everybody. Maybe not for most people, especially in these shaky days of divisiveness, alienation, intolerance and uncertainty.

But it is for Capt’n Max and me, and it has been for 29 years. In a world of divorce, our longevity is an oddity. By most judgments, we’re pretty wild, but we’re also very much married in a quasi-traditional way, sharing and acting as “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the lust and trust that just seems to deepen—emotionally and orgasmically—with each anniversary, especially during tough times like this crazy Coronapocalypse.

Occasionally, we argue (okay, maybe more than occasionally), but like bonobos, we always find a way to kiss and make up. How can we not?

Our friendship takes us through the ups and downs of love, and our love takes us through the ups and downs of friendship. It’s a winning combination.

Still, no couple is an island. So, we are very thankful to everyone—friends, enemies, lovers, collaborators and the rest of the universe—for contributing, each in their own fashion, to us being so “lucky” in love, as well as our *cause* of the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure, bonobo conservation—and the right to party “like a bonobo,” consensually and with pansensual joy.

Though no outside guests are in-studio tonight, we’re super-lucky to spend this auspicious anniversary with our half-vaccinated, masked and physical-distancing Bonoboville crew.

The 29th anniversary is a weird one, an after-thought wedged between more important years, without even a traditional flower or gemstone. “Furniture” is the designated symbol for the 29th—a thinly disguised capitalist ploy to stimulate spending on big useless “household” items—and Bonoboville is already stuffed with plenty of those. However, we do dance and stomp around so much, we can always use a new rug, so that’s the “furniture” we gifted ourselves. But we’re so busy celebrating, reminiscing—and kissing—we forget to open the rug!

So much for my fantasy of a 29th anniversary magic carpet ride.

We do “cut a rug”—verbally, at least—and lounge luxuriously on our Love Train ride through 29 years of great adventures. After all, it was on our first Great Erotic Train Ride that we fell in love.

Actually, we “fell in love” on many different occasions during the course of our six-year pre-marital friendship (yes, we’ve been friends for 35 years), and we tell the tales of just a few of those occasions on this slow, scenic ride.

If your orgasms are real and your diamonds are fake, your life will be awesome.

We also tell a few harrowing stories, from Max’s prison release and cougar adventures (all before we met), and the true tale of how my humble cubic zirconia engagement ring helped me to escape the clutches of a homicidal, ammosexual cuckold.

Moral of the story: If your orgasms are real and your diamonds are fake, your life will be awesome.

Speaking of really bad cuckolds, last Saturday’s reflections on “Church-Based Cuckoldry Gone Wrong” turned into a Counterpunch article (a sort of companion piece to Massage Parlor Massacre), so heed this “cautionary tale” and learn what not to do as a cuckold, hot wife or bull.

Another “falling in love” point at the conjuncture of friendship, romance and marriage was our politics. That is, we were both strongly anti-war, even in 1991 when the great majority of Americans supported and cheered the First Iraq War. Our mutual opposition turned into a radio show, Desert Susan, that we sent to the troops and generals to undermine the war effort, as well as our legendary series of “Fanatic Faxes.”

At one point, the F.D.R. Love Train Memory Express takes us back to three years before we got married, when we set up a delightful but romantically doomed date between pioneer radio psychologist Dr. Toni Grant (with whom I was writing Being a Woman at the time) and the actor Jon Cypher (best known for playing police chief Fletcher Daniels during the entire run of “Hill Street Blues”). For the occasion, Max dressed up as a butler, and I wore a French maid’s uniform, as we served our two celebrities with a wink. What a sexy night that was—though no one had sex. Actually, I did have sex later that night with my boyfriend at the time, but I was thinking of handsome Max the Butler!

Then, as soon as he and his wife separated (yes, he was married; that’s why we were both in the “friend zone”), I swooped down on him, and within a year, we were married, and now here we are, 29 seconds—I mean, 29 years later. Magic carpet or not, we’re flying faster and faster through time.

Listen above or below for more…

Stick around to watch our huge, orgiastic lavender carnival of celebrities, sexpots, singers, dancers, pornstars, poets and tricksters who join us for our epic 24th Wedding Anniversary, the virgin show for Danièle Watts and Rawkstar Chef BeLive (thank you Brendon Sharkey), plus many more luminaries of the erotic underworld. 

We had SO much energy, right after that show, on our actual 24th anniversary, we took the limo down the coast to see our kissing cousins, the “make love not war” bonobos at the San Diego Zoo.

What an inspiration to a couple of old antiwar lovers!

Before we can say “Happy Anniversary,” we’re rounding the bend on the Love Train into a third decade of scenic erotic adventure.

One of those adventures is orgasm. Unfortunately, the aging process tends to make arousal, erections, ejaculation, natural wetness and assuming gymnastic positions kind of tricky. Nevertheless, one sexual response that does seem to get better with age is climax, and we old marrieds take full advantage of that!

Between radio eargasms and anniversary orgasms, we have a little cake.

Eat the Rich!

Eat the Rich! Attempting to recreate our original Wedding Cake Feeding image. Photo: Unscene Abe

Our actual after-party is low-key and warm, filled with flickering lights and the merry eyes of our Bonoboville comrades peeking out over Weapons of Masked Seduction.

And let us not forget our adorable canine comrade, Chico Peggles Quintana, Pomeranian gender-fluid bonobo dog.

We love you all!

Without you, your support and creativity, I honestly don’t know if we could last two minutes, let alone 29 years.

Here’s to another three decades, at least! If Queen Liz and Pr. Philip can manage 73 years of marriage, my Prince and I can at least do 69.

Comrades in Lawfully Wedded Love for 29 Years.

April 12. 2021 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.

29th Wedding Anniversary Photo Gallery

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Length 01:32:42 Date: June 22nd, 2019

by Dr. Susan Block.

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.

Trump Camps

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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