Length 01:51:06 Date: December 2, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block

The 2017 Holiday Season lights up and ties up Bonoboville with Professor Oni’s signature style of erotic “Kinbaku” rope bondage, accented with hot candlewax dripping onto the bare skin of the lovely Lola Fae, followed by a buxom, bountiful Bonoboville Communion between Christine Dupree and Phoenix Dawn, climaxing with Ikkor the Wolf singing his latest groove “Um’ Good” as the Wolfies dance and play.

Kinbaku in Bonoboville. Photo: Hugo

Before the bondage games begin, we consider a bit of news, which we think isn’t fake, but who knows these days? Apparently, Trump’s former National Security Advisor, the once flinty Michael Flynn, has surrendered to Mueller’s probe. I love the word “probe,” as evidenced by last week’s Spanksgiving stuffing of the Trump Turkey with strap-on dildos; now that was a deep probe.

The good news is that members of the Trump Crime Family might be next for Mueller’s hot poker. The bad news is that, impeachment or not, the Orange Abomination and the evil Trump-fellating Senate majority corporate goons just passed the worst tax bill ever by a vote of 51-49. They shoved it through early in the morning, while most of us were sleeping, because they know just how evil it is towards the average American, while it adds even more moolah to the already-overflowing coffers of the Senate’s corporate paymasters. This is not just a probe or a harassing pat on the tush—it’s the vicious financial rape of the 99%. And the pain hasn’t even penetrated yet…

However, say the bill’s supporters, there are some really great “benefits” to the ever-so-benignly named “Tax Cuts and Jobs Act.” For instance, you too can now get a tax deduction for private jet maintenance (yes, that’s in the bill). Oh, you don’t have a private jet? Well, too bad for you. Our leaders consider you utterly inconsequential, and they’re tightening your shackles by adding $1.5 trillion to the behemoth that is America’s ever-expanding $20 trillion debt.

Kinbaku with Professor Oni

That type of bondage is nonconsensual and really ought to be criminal. But consensual bondage can be loads of fun… which brings me to my featured guests: the professor and the porn star, on their first “date,” their first actual in-the-flesh meeting—live on DrSuzy.Tv.

Professor Oni, a former university instructor and current BDSM teacher with a Masters degree in Education and a Ph.D. in Audiology, is recognized by leading experts in rope bondage as being both technically proficient and artistically distinctive. The professor also calls himself an “endorphin engineer.” He’s got a ring through his nose and a few steel balls in his cock, plus (for special occasions, like this show), a giant 5-oz Prince Albert ring through his urethra (which he showed me over the break). Other than that, he’s just a regular dude, aka a “nice guy slut”.

I met Prof. Oni at the Adultcon 2017 booth of beautiful porn star and Bonobo Way lover Riley Reyes. Impressed by his passion for bondage and his bonoboesque sensibilities, I invited him to Bonoboville to discuss and demonstrate his unique techniques.

Professor Oni talks about rope. Photo: Who Is Big Mac

This he does with great professorial aplomb, detailed description, analysis, helpful tips and words of caution—don’t try this at home until you know what you’re doing—as well as encouragement—do take a class or two on your favorite kinks and integrate them into your sex life.

A Taste of Kinbaku. Photo: Hugo

Professor Oni’s specialty is “Kinbaku,” which means “tight bondage” in Japanese. Though the difference between Shibari and Kinbaku is often debated among Japanese rope art enthusiasts, it is sometimes said that Shibari is any kind of aesthetic rope bondage, while Kinbaku is rope-tying specifically for erotic purposes, aka “bedroom bondage.”

Bonobo BDSM

Sexy consensual bondage games are not unusual among people and other animals. Non-human animals, like bonobos, indulge in consensual erotic bondage games when they playfully hold each other down during sex, a fairly frequent occurrence. We know it’s “consensual,” as the smaller bonobo is often the one “holding down” the bigger bonobos.

Even though Christine is stronger than me, she “lets” me restrain and spank her. Photo: Abe

Humans practice consensual bondage play even more than other animals, partly because our great ingenuity has enabled us to create so many elaborate and effective bondage devices and accessories.

Professor Oni brings along just a few simple devices and accessories to create his Kinbaku art. After all, the most important part of this art is the canvas.

The Professor shows us “the ropes.” Photo: Hugo

Lola Fae & the Professor’s Spreadsheets

The Professor’s Kinbaku canvas is the sultry, slim and petite Floridian porn star Lola Fae.

Lola in Latex. Photo: Who is Big Mac

Lola looks stunning in a front-zipped, form-fitting, see-through, emerald green latex mini-dress, and she looks even better when she unzips and strips it off to the catchy SUZY award-winning tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster,” inspired by the Bonobo Way.

Though Lola and Prof. Oni have been communicating on Twitter for a couple of weeks, their “first date” is on DrSuzy.Tv. Just starting out in porn (she recently experienced her first on-camera squirting orgasm the other day), Lola is dominant in her professional life with clients, but she is eager to learn “the ropes” with Professor Oni. 

Kinbaku Prayer Photo: Who Is Big Mac

Both are polyamorous, though the Professor describes himself more specifically as an “intentional ethical nonmonogamist.” Sounds very bonobo.

Professor Oni further expounds upon his nonmonogamous dating style that involves elaborate record-keeping, including “spreadsheets” with categories for fetishes, boundaries and other preferences. It’s all accessible at the click of a mouse—handy if and when the question of what to do next comes up on a hot date. There should be an app for this. Come to think of it, there already is an app for this. Dating sure has come a long way since simply “advertising for love” was considered fringe.

Since he only approaches ladies who have publicized their interest in kink, Professor Oni feels free to tell them, right up front, what kind of sex he enjoys (so they can fill out their spreadsheets?). With adult performers like Lola, he freely admits that he masturbates to their images. While most of Hollywood and the rest of the world might call this sexual harassment, in the porn industry, it can be a compliment. He is quick to add that he is one of the few porn users that actually pays to watch, something the professional ladies he courts might also appreciate.

Jute Seesaw. Photo: Who Is Big Mac

Continuing his stream of professorial patter, Professor Oni uses the traditional “jute” bondage rope (made by Happy Kitten Rope) to turn Lola Fae into Kinbaku rope art, by giving her a macramé “bikini.”

Christine offers that she likes the idea of bondage, but is afraid of being incapacitated, even temporarily. “What if there’s an earthquake?” she muses.

“What if there’s an earthquake?” Photo: Hugo

Oni’s Kinbaku doesn’t involve eradicating the submissive’s mobility or even tying up her arms or legs. The submissive need not fear being immobilized, because the body is as mobile as ever, albeit a bit constricted by the tightness of the ropes.

Jute Bikini, Prêt-à-Porter. Photo Hugo

On Lola’s slender, elegant form, Oni’s ropes make quite the fashion statement. I wouldn’t be surprised to see rope bikinis and club wear on the runways of Paris for prêt-à–porter someday.

Kinbaku Sex Swing. Photo; Hugo

The fun ensues as the Kinbaku Master grabs the rope and engages in sex with the subject, turning the Jute Bikini into a sex swing or seesaw. Whee!

Prometheus Bound for Fire

When we return from the break, it’s time for fire. Holiday candles light up the long dark nights as our world turns toward the Winter Solstice.  Fire and erotic bondage have had a long, intertwined and rather illuminating history.

Holiday candles light up the darkness of long cold winter nights. Photo: Who Is Big Mac

According to Greek mythology, humanity was taught to make fire by our creator, the titan Prometheus, in defiance of the Olympic gods who preferred to keep those pesky humans in cold dark ignorance. Before that, fire only erupted when one of Zeus’ flaming lightning bolts would strike a tree.

Soon after Prometheus taught his beloved humans to make fire, we cooked up this spicy dish called “human civilization,” which has been a mixed pot of good and bad ingredients, though predominantly poisonous for the rest of life on Earth, and probably soon for our own species.

Prometheus Bound.

Zeus’ legendary punishment for Prometheus was to shackle him to a rock where an eagle devours his liver for all eternity. This (having one’s vital organ perpetually pecked out by a bird) is horrifying and disgusting to even the extreme BDSM player. However, the images of the Titan in classical art, as well as many paintings and sculptures from the Renaissance to modern times, show Prometheus to be quite a hunk; a mature, muscular, compassionate dude who looks very sexy as he struggles mightily but helplessly against Zeus’ super shackles binding him forever to that rock… all for being so bold as to give someone “a light.”

Holiday Hot Wax

With that in mind, we settle in to watch Professor Oni pour hot wax all over Lola, explaining the whys and wherefores as he drips dark red and black molten liquid that hardens almost as soon as it hits her skin.

Hot Wax Prelude. Photo: Hugoo

While some Hot Wax practitioners cover the subject in wax, Professor Oni takes the Jackson Pollack drip-and-splatter approach.

The lower you hold your candle, the hotter the wax when it hits the skin. Beginners should hold their candles high, gradually lowering them to let the submissive adjust.

As he drips on Lola, Professor Oni gives many other helpful tips to enjoying hot wax safely—good to know as we move into twinkling Xmas and Hot Wax Hanukkah.

Red & Black Pollack Painting. Photo: Who Is Big Mac

Lola Fae makes a beautiful erotic wax art piece, though sometimes it feels like we’re first-year medical students gathered around a patient on the operating table.

Bonobo BDSM Lessons to Avoid the Weinstein Effect

We talk about the ongoing “Weinstein Effect” or “Hollywood Purge” that has empowered so many while  confusing and angering so many others. Much is made about the need for clear “consent” in all sexual interactions. That’s true, of course, but how to gain it without losing the sense of mystery and playfulness that so many of us enjoy?

Once again, the bonobos guide the way. Bonobos empower the females, so there’s not much sexual harassment. Rape is rare and mutual sexual pleasure is high among the pansexual, nonmonogamous and rather kinky Make Love Not War great apes.

Lola Fae gets The Bonobo Way. Photo: Selfie

Human practitioners of BDSM, whose dangerous games often involve complex consent contracts and negotiations, may also have something to teach the rest of us.

Some of these longwinded agreements can be tiresome (50 Shades of Holy Crap comes to mind), while the best of them exemplify the axiom: Consent is sexy.

Christine & Dawn Book-Spank Trump & Do Communion

Time for our Bonoboville Communion with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur. The Prof and Lola aren’t imbibing, so Christine and Phoenix step up to the bed to accomplish the sacred task.

First, former Penthouse Pet, wrestler and Hot Romantic author Christine does an exuberant “Kinkster” striptease, revealing her gorgeous giant jugs, the right nipple pierced, her blonde tresses flying, as she struts and whirls like a sexy dervish.

Then we introduce Phoenix Dawn, our newest bonobo in Bonoboville and my on-camera assistant. Phoenix hails from Queens, New York. A part Italian and part Puerto Rican-American, she has relatives in PR now struggling with the abysmal situation on the poor, hurricane-ravaged, Trump-disparaged Island of Enchantment. Capt’n Max and I had the pleasure of visiting Puerto Rico twice in 2016 to present the “Bonobo Way of Ecosexuality” keynote at the University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez and the “Bonobo Way of Inclusivity” at the 48th annual AASECT conference in San Juan.

Whacking the Orange Devil for mistreating Puerto Rico. Photo: Hugo

I imagine Phoenix must be pretty peeved with the Trumpster Dumpster throwing paper towels at the good people of Puerto Rico (all American citizens), and denying them aid, compassion and dignity in the devastating wake of Hurricanes Irma and Maria. So I give her the honor of book-spanking the balls of our small penis syndrome Trump dickhead doll, his golden shower yellow hair crowned in red devil horns for the Krampus holiday.

Then, after a bit of slapstick consent negotiations, Christine volunteers to receive communion, while Phoenix agrees to serve as our divine Altar Girl.

Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style. Photo: Hugo

Stripping off her top and bra, Phoenix shakes out her lovely natural 36Cs to the cheers of the discerning Womb Room crew. Then Christine lustily licks and sucks up her Communion salt and takes her “Waterboarding” like a good bonobo prisoner of “mental” bondage.

Ikkor & More

In the final moments of the show, Ikkor the Wolf takes the stage and raps “Um’ Good” as Christine, Phoenix and I dance around him like groupies.

Maybe, for Ikkor, we should call ourselves “Wolfies.”

Ikkor & the Wolfies. Photo: Who Is Big Mac

The fun continues into the after-party, as Christine releases her inner bonobo, onstage and off.  

Love flows in and around Bonoboville. Capt’n Max and I take the lessons we learn (as we’ve been learning for over 25 years together) into our own form of “bedroom bondage.” Aroused by the sexy sights and sounds of the show, energized by the sapiosexual conversation, motivated by the progressive politics in these demoralizing times, turned on by making erotic connections with fellow bonobo sapiens, we tie each other up in love.

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers- Michael Sullivan, Tim Lyles; Photographers – Who Is Big Mac, Hugo; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Jay Red, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel. 

Free the Nips (some of ’em, anyway). Photo: Unscene Abe

© Dec. 2, 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.

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Length 01:33:12 Date: February 13, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

It’s Valentine’s Day, Galentine’s Day, Ballentine’s Day (okay, Capt’n Max made that one up), Chinese New Year, National Tortellini Day, Single Awareness Day (a listener tells us about this one) and World Bonobo Day (#GoBonobos!) 2021, and we celebrate them all, especially LUPERCALIA, the original pagan Valentine’s Day that marks the coming of Spring with the race of hormones, the howl of the wolf, the sensual, consensual sting of the whip and the lusty, fun-filled blessings of Pan, the horned, horny and mischievous god of the wild.

Here in Bonoboville, we have honored the Lupercal, V-Day and all the High Holidays of Love with a fabulous flogging festival, ritualistic Commedia Erotica reenactments, live music and a wild bacchanalian orgy of orgies for over 10 years. But it’s 2021, and we’re still making our masked and physically-distanced way through the treacherous Coronapocalypse, so it’s just my #1 Valentine and me (plus our able engineer, Unscene Abe), broadcasting this special, heartfelt episode of F.D.R. (F*ck Da Rich) radio, featuring one of the greatest stories hardly ever told, the tale of the lusty Lupercal.

Lupercalia in Bonoboville 2012. Photo: Jux Lii

We also say R.I.P. to Hustler publisher, Free Speech fighter and “interracial” porn pioneer, Larry Flynt, as well as Chicago 8 (and 7) antiwar activist Rennie Davis, and we roll our collective eyes over the “Gutless Offensive Pathetic” (GOP) refusal to convict, twice-impeached Capitol Riot-inciter and all around a-hole, Donald J. Trumpty Dumpty. Not that we expected him to be found guilty by a “jury” of Senators, many of whom are also guilty.

But first our F.D.R. Love Train takes a time-traveling detour through the Italian countryside just outside of Rome and, as the crickets chirp to welcome us into the primeval past, and we venture into the deep dark womb-like cave of the Lupercal, where the ancient Holiday of the Heart was born…

Listen to this very special show above or below.

Valentine’s Day is Fake News

Can’t get enough of V-Day’s amazing origin story? Read on…

Friends, Romans, Countrywomen, lend me your ears,
I cum to bury Valentine’s Day, not to praise it…

Sorry to mangle Marc Antony’s classic eulogy in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, but here’s the deal: Valentine’s Day is fake news.

Concocted by the early Catholic Church, enhanced by Hallmark, sweetened by See’s, polished by DaBeers and abetted by Amazon, all this overpriced, saccharin V-Day fakery is based upon a sexless fairy tale starring Saint Valentine, a celibate Christian priest arrested for illegally marrying young couples in 4th century Rome when bitter Emperor Claudius wanted fighters, not lovers, to restore potency to the weakening imperial army.

The Asexual Saint Valentine

While imprisoned, so the story goes, Valentine healed his jailer’s blind daughter, and they fell in love. That’s the fairy tale of a very pure, sex-free love, the kind a virgin blind girl might have for a celibate priest bound for execution. Then, before he is beheaded (on February 14th, of course), the priest leaves the girl a farewell note—which she can now see, thanks to his saintly ophthalmological skills—and it’s signed, “Your Valentine.” 

Awwww!

What a touching story of chaste ideals befitting the High Holiday of Hopelessly Romantic Love, St. Valentine’s Day. But alas and alack (a big lack), the ideal is the enemy of the real, as Capt’n Max says, and in reality, there were several Christian martyrs named “Valentine,” and no evidence that any of them healed a jailer’s daughter or composed a farewell card.

However, the ideal is more marketable than the real—at least according to Hallmark, See’s, DeBeers and Elon Musk—even though it could give you a toothache, cost you 12 paychecks, or drive you nuts.  So, V-Day is fraught with pressure (the enemy of pleasure) and mixed feelings for many (#metoo). It may be especially tough to navigate in these Coronapocalyptic, sexually suspect, politically divisive, hyper-commercialized, economically inequitable, dramatically climate-changing, totally crazy-making times.

Hey, I’m all for romance, and I’ve got the over 28-year-old marriage certificate and sore glutes from our multi-orgasmic Valentine 2021 Weekend to prove it.

Nevetheless, Valentine’s Day has always seemed contrived to me, like the artificially flavored candy-coating on a natural succulent strawberry. The real juicy fruit is in there somewhere, but the sickly sweet shell disguises, sanitizes and commercializes it beyond recognition.

Yet deep inside the phony, saintly Valentine shell is the original, primal, heart-felt feast for all the senses, including your sense of history (with nothing saintly or celibate about it):  Lupercalia.

Lupercalian History & Mysteries

The spirit of the Lupercal is Pan, the great horned, horny Greco-Roman god of the wild. Yes, Pan has horns, but no, he’s not the QAnon Shaman. The Romans called Pan “Faunus,” like the Latin fauna (nonhuman animals), as he himself was a satyr, a half-goat/half-human hybrid. For Lupercalia, Pan is “Lupercus,” but I still call him Pan because that’s the name I learned when I was a child devouring the Greek myths, looking for more lusty, earth-positive stories than my Bible provided. I thought Pan was cool because Pan liked to play, and so did I.

Playing Pan in the Bonoboville Forest with Chef Be*Live as Romulus & Daniele Watts as Remus for Lupercalia 2018. Photo: Selfie

The “God” of the Hebrews, Christians and Muslims is a “wrathful” god, occasionally a “loving” god, but never a playful god—except when He shows Moses His divine heart-shaped ass. That’s actually a rather Lupercalian moment, and would have been more so if Moses had said, “Nice tush, Lordy,” and swung a leather strap across the sky like he was flogging the ass of God—whee! But alas, he did not.

Later, I learned that some of Pan’s “play” involved bestiality, which I found totally gross (and the discussion of which just might get this show censored on social media, but it’s important to the story). I had no desire to have sex with my pet cats, parakeets or my neighbors’ dogs (though I did let the dogs hump my leg), but I was fascinated by Greco-Roman myths, filled with humans mating with gods who take the form of bulls, horses, swans and other non-human animals. And then there were those lonely real-life goatherds and shepherds making Valentines out of their goats and sheep. Now, most human societies rightfully deplore this sort of “animal abuse,” but let’s just say the abuse of nonhuman animals in our agricultural system is far worse and destructive to our ecosystem.

Happy World Bonobo Day

Pan is also the patron “saint” of the “Make Love Not War” bonobos whose Latin name is Pan Paniscus. Now, thanks to the Bonobo Project, Valentine’s Day is also World Bonobo Day! So, whatever your feelings about V-Day, you can honor LOVE with the world’s greatest lovers, and if any nonhuman animals embody the spirit of Lupercalian lust, it’s bonobos.

After all, bonobos swing through the trees, as well as with each other, and have never been seen killing each other, showing us that The Bonobo Way of female empowerment, male well-being, inclusivity, ecosexuality, sharing resources, loving strangers and peace through pleasure is the ultimate antidote to the fear and hatred that drives us apart.

But, you may say Jesus is King, to which I say that the Jesus of the Gospels is very bonoboësque, preaching peace and love, freedom for women and slaves, and care for the poor.

Church turned Pan into Satan

However, the early Church (more influenced by Paul and Augustine than Jesus) was not very bonoboësque. It banned the people’s worship of playful Pan, turning him into the Devil. Call it the Demonization of Pan. Sure, Pan was no Catholic priest (and many of them are much worse than Pan).  He could be beastly and certainly would have upset the #MeToo movement. But the early Church turned Pan into the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst, in its ruthless efforts to fortify its power.

The rest is Satanic history.

Though here in Bonoboville, every Lupercalia (except this one) since 2011, I try to embody the God of the Wild as a sort of “Lady Bonobo Pan” (an extension of the Commedia dell’Arte characters of Arlecchino and Columbina I used to play in my post-Yale improv troupe, New England Commedia), as I tell the story of Lupercalia, with the different roles played by our “Commedia Erotica Bonoboville Players.” It’s a cross between a school play and a burlesque, topped off with a religious orgiastic experience, from our cave-like Womb Room, transformed into the womb-like Cave of the Lupercal, home of Lupercalia’s title character, the “Luper,” which is Latin for “she-wolf.”

For the past three years, our Luper has been portrayed in fine “furry” fashion by “Most Well-Rounded Kinkster”  SUZY award winner, sapiosexual art professor and naturally busty sexpot, Rhiannon Aarons.  The other two main characters are the twins, Romulus and Remus, sons of Mars, God of War, and Queen Rhea Silvia, daughter of King Numitor of Alba Longa, all played by an array of different talented guests who each give these archetypal souls their personal spin.

The savior of Lupercalia, the “luper” or wolf who rescues and nurtures our heroes, is a “lupa” or sex worker.

Now you’d think twins of such privilege and pedigree as Romulus and Remus would be very lucky—and they are—but not at first. Shortly after they’re born, they’re tossed into the Tiber River by their evil Great Uncle Amulius, played every year by Capt’n Max, who was born in Rome and really relishes tossing those kids (played by balled up pieces of paper) into the Tiber (played by guests waving long, streaming pieces of blue material), cursing them in Italian as they float downstream to almost certain death. This edition being just audio, Max really gets into his Roman cursing.

Then mean old Great Uncle Amulius steals the kingdom of Alba Longa from his daughter-in-law and her dad. Talk about “Stop the Steal,” though this was the real deal, a real steal—at least, according to Roman legend.

After tossing and turning in the Tiber, Romulus and Remus (now played by real people) are miraculously rescued from drowning by our heroine, the Luper. At this point, Rhiannon, wearing her eerie copper wolf mask and fur collar, pulls down her top, revealing her magnificent, large, natural tits or, since she’s a wolf… teats.

The Luper suckles the Founders of Rome as the Trumpus sucks his thumb at Lupercalia 2019. Photo: Alen Red

She takes our young heroes to the Lupercal cave and suckles them there with love and care. Sounds funky, I know, but I bet some of those Tuscan shepherds got their calcium straight from the teat. Moreover, the myth is not so far-fetched; some children really have been raised by wolves, and maybe a few are better off than those raised by abusive, messed up humans.

V-Day is Sex Workers Day

Most intriguingly,  word “lupa” is Latin slang for “prostitute.”  This explains a lot, including all that avid suckling.

But think about it: The savior of Lupercalia, the Luper/Wolf who rescues our heroes from a watery death and nurtures them into a healthy life, is a Lupa, a sex worker. Romulus and Remus—more into oral passion than passionate oratory—are nurtured by the she-wolf, the “Sacred Whore” of the original V-Day, the Great Wolf-MILF of ancient Rome.  

So, in a way, Valentine’s Day is also Sex Workers Day.  

Valentine Lupercalia 2011 in Bonoboville. Photo: Jux Lii

See, it’s not all about exclusive, expensive, romantic love; it celebrates all kinds of love, from maternal care to pornographic lust.

Real wolves are very nurturing mothers. Sex workers are also often nurturing, giving their clients not *just* sex, but also love, care, compassion, erotic creativity and understanding.

So, let’s decriminalize sex work and save the wolves!

Why Rome isn’t Reme

Meanwhile, Romulus and Remus grow strong on wolf milk and wilderness training, then journey to their native town of Alba Longa where they kill their mean old Great Uncle Amulius and return Alba Longa to their Granddad Numitor. Of course, we don’t reenact the killing here in Bonoboville; we just whip someone, that someone often being a Trump surrogate. Though Max does a dramatic aural death scene on F.D.R.

Then Romulus and Remus discover seven hills, where they start building a new city they plan to rule together. So… happy ending time? No, these boys are sons of Mars, not bonobos, so they fight over a wall (sound familiar?), and suddenly, in a fit of sibling rivalry, like Cain killing his brother Able in the Bible, Romulus kills his brother Remus. Yes, tragically, a recurring theme among the ancients, both pagans and monotheists, is fratricide.

Most people believed that such sacred Lupercalian whacks stimulated fertility in barren women and virility in impotent men. And maybe they did.

Again, being bonoboësque, we don’t kill anyone in our Bonoboville reenactments. Instead, our Romulus wrestles, spanks or flogs Remus, until Remus roles over and plays dead. After slaying his twin brother, Romulus immediately admits and “regrets” it—unlike the Trumpus Rumpus, who neither admits nor regrets anything—but doesn’t lose much sleep before founding the city of both of their dreams, naming it Rome, after himself, conveniently forgetting his beloved bro.

Otherwise, Rome would be called “Reme.”

Also “romance” would be called “remance,” the Vatican would be the capital of the “Reman” Catholic Church, Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck would go on a Reman Holiday, and so on. Alas for poor Remus, but since hunter-gather times, history has been written by the “winners,” who are often the killers in “civilized” humanity’s bloody spats and regrettable wars. That is another sad truth at the heart of the Lupercal.

Running of the Lupercii

Nevertheless, Remus isn’t completely gone. His spirit lives on in a college fraternity, the Luperci Fabii, as does Romulus in the Luperci Quintilii.  As time passes, these two “fraternities,” made up of young Roman “frat boys” (who I hope and fantasize were not as bad as the toxic fraternities who got Sex Week at Yale shut down) meet at the Ides of February every year within that dark, womb-like cave of the Lupercal where the She-Wolf/Sex Worker (Luper/Lupa) once suckled and loved their twin great-great-grandfathers, and where her Lupine spirit still resides.

Running of the Lupercii in Bonoboville 2020. Photo: Jux lii

In the primeval cave, the naked frat bros and their priestly leaders honor the great Goat God Pan by sacrificing a goat. According to legend, they also sacrifice a dog (not sure why; maybe something to do with the wolf being a fellow canine?), but that’s way too gross, so don’t worry Chico, we won’t sacrifice you.

We just “sacrifice” the goat, usually played by one of our guests, naked under a vintage fur (attention PETA: No real goats have been harmed for this sacrifice!), with a consensual flogging.

Then the high priest (who probably was high back in the day and certainly is when I play the part) marks their foreheads with the blood of the sacred beast. In Bonoboville, I use red lipstick instead of goat’s blood (too unhygienic), drawing hearts, X’s, flowers, pussies and penises on upturned foreheads. To an ignorant observer, this might look rather cult-like, but it’s just good clean inebriated fun.

After the forehead-marking, the Lupercalians would laugh, eat a little goat and drink a lot of wine, as the least drunk among them cut strips from the goatskin, making sexy, skimpy loincloths to barely cover their frat-boy fun-sticks. They also cut leather strips into little whips they called “februa,” and yes class, that’s where we get our name for the month of “February.”

Our februa are made by JuxLii of Jux Leather, and here’s where the orgiastic impact play begins as we reenact the running of the Lupercii (briefly but pointedly referenced in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar), sprinting out of their womb-like cave, laughing, drunk and howling like wolves, racing through the hills and villages on their way to Rome, wielding their goatskin februa, like virile young Cupids—with whips instead of arrows—gaily whacking the outstretched hands, backs and behinds of willing women, also drunk, looking for luck, love and maybe a baby, as well as willing men.

It was consensual—or mostly consensual. At least, you could hide in your house if you didn’t want to be touched by the februa. But most people appeared to love it—both physically and spiritually—believing that such sacred Lupercalian whacks stimulated fertility in barren women and virility in impotent men. And maybe they did.

Maybe it’s not as scientific as an IVF clinic, but Lupercalia certainly was a potent, public aphrodisiac, whipping the populace into a frenzy of sex, often creating a Roman baby boom at harvest time. Whether for procreation or recreation, all that public whipping and fornication was a lot sexier than a paper Valentine.

Church Turns Virile Cupid into a Sexless Baby

Indeed, Lupercalia was a little too sexy for the Church which, by the end of the 5th century, not only banned the whole festival, but turned Pan into the Devil, branding the horny old Lupercalian and all communal sacred sex as “Satanic.”

Since Romans were bound to celebrate the Ides of February one way or another, the Church plunked Saint Valentine’s Day down on the same date as the old Lupercalia, appropriating the red color of goat’s blood as its signature shade, with white for the milk that nurtured the ancient mythical heroes of the Lupercal.

The Church also turned Cupid (Eros to the Greeks)—generally portrayed as a sexy, virile, young man, like one of the Lupercii—into the sexless baby Cupid that only a pedophile could find erotic.

Origins of the Heart

Another Valentine’s Day symbol that’s Lupercalian in origin is (at least, I think it is) the classic Valentine “heart.”

After all, the Valentine heart logo looks nothing like the cardiac organ that beats between our ribs, not even the shape. But it does resemble a well-whipped “heart-shaped” ass… doesn’t it? Think about that next time, you click the heart emoji.

Max, Abe and I debate a bit about whether the heart represents the buns or the boobs which, some anthropologists say, take their shape from the evolution of women’s desire to have sex face-to face. Note that bonobo females are the only other apes besides humans to have rounded, full breasts and have sex face-to-face.

Memories of mammaries are strong, but I still think the heart is a nice whipped set of buns.

Bust or butt, there’s no doubt that the Church sugar-poisoned the lusty, all-inclusive Lupercal with the artificially sweetened, forced romance and insipid exclusivity of Valentine’s Day.

But every year, we are bringing it back from the annals of prehistoric Rome to the anals—and hot heart-shaped asses—of modern Bonoboville.

Happiest of Happy Lupercalias from Bonoboville. Photo: Jux Lii

It’s better to have your buns beaten (consensually) on Lupercalia than your heart broken (badly) on Valentine’s Day!

Since I first heard about Lupercalia in 2008 and started celebrating orgiastically in 2011, it has become almost as popular as Saturnalia (the original pagan Xmas) around the world. “Floggers Not Flowers!” is our battle cry (and no, I don’t mean a real battle, even if tRump’s idiot lawyers would say I do), though sometimes we use flowers as floggers as well as all kinds of whips, cat o nine tails, snaketails, paddles, belts, books and spatulas.

I prefer the soft, deerskin leather floggers, especially if I want to hit or be hit hard without feeling much pain. A good flogging is very therapeutic—better than a trip to the spa.  

But I also love romantic love, especially with my #1 lover, who also happens to be my husband, co-host and “prime mate.”

Lupercalian Prime Mates. Photo: Selfie

Love You Valentine: Will You Be Mine?

For all the aforementioned reasons, I used to dread V-Day, but celebrating Lupercalia over the years has helped to take the stress out of making the High Holiday of Love impossibly “special,” and lately, I’ve been able to actually enjoy a simple, gift-free and sex-filled Ides of February. Taken with a grain of Lupercalian salt, Valentine’s Day can be quite okay.

Nevertheless, I’ll take communal lust and pleasure over commercialized love and pressure anytime.

Amen and Awomen.

Poison Valentine from the Senate

The High Holidays of Love take up almost this whole show, though we also talk about the corrupt but unsurprising “not guilty” verdict for the Mar-A-Lago Mussolini. What a lousy Valentine’s Day gift. See why I hate this damn holiday? Those craven Trumpublicans need a good Lupercalian whipping; the problem is they’d enjoy it too much.

The best part of the trial was when U.S. Congressman Ted Lieu of West LA managed to get the word “pussy” into the Congressional record (referring to Trumpty Dumpty informing Pence that he can either “go down in history as a patriot… or a pussy”), though I wish it had been in a more sex-positive reference to female sexuality, not as a pathetic insult.

Even more to the point, Congressman Teddo provided a succinct and logical motive for the world’s most infamous narcissist to incite an insurrection, albeit one that was almost sure to fail: “President Donald J. Trump ran out of nonviolent options to retain power.” For the Trumpus, mob violence was just another tactic to try to get his way.

America has long been a violent country—the European settlers committing genocide against the Natives and brutally enslaving Africans and their descendants, our police shooting-to-kill our own citizens, our military dropping bomb after bomb on millions of innocents abroad—and the list of horrors go on.

Nevertheless, this “Valentine” to America from 43 of our U.S. Senators is uniquely creepy in American history, pretty much proclaiming that it is perfectly fine (or maybe kind of naughty, but okay, we’ll give it a pass) for a U.S. Chief Executive to unleash deadly mob violence upon his enemies down the street in the Legislative Branch.  

After the Rape of the Capitol, is this our Valentine’s Day Massacre (of the truth)?

Now where will we go from here? Hopefully, we will go the Bonobo Way of love and not war, lust and not greed (Fuck da Rich!). But as of this Valentine’s Day, the way is blocked by an avalanche of rage, corruption and toxic misinformation.

RIP Larry Flynt. Here’s the Hustler parody Campari ad for which Jerry Falwell sued Larry for defamation and ultimately lost, which was an important win for Freedom of Speech in America. Listen to Me give it a dramatic reading on F.D.R. above or below.

Then we say farewell to Larry Flynt, Rennie Davis (two very different revolutionaries, both important, and listen above and below as we try to give each a good send-off) and another great show.

Happy Lupercalia, Valentine’s Day, Galentine’s Day, Ballentine’s Day (the boys go out for beers when the gals get together on Galentine’s Day), National Tortellini Day, Singles Awareness Day (thanks for the tip, Soldier in Long Beach) and World Bonobo Day (save the bonobos)!

Now assume the position for a Lupercalian whipping… or for making beautiful Valentine love—any day or night or afternoon delight of the year.

February 13, 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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Vanilla Sucks: Tasia Sutor, Mary Forrest, Shania Reid, Amor Hilton, Dr. Suzy (holding “Unlearn Vanilla Marriage”), Tiffany Starr, Tracey Sweet. Photo: JuxLii

Length: 99:52 minutes        Date: 06/30/2012

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Vanilla, a richly flavored spice derived from the blooming orchids of the vanilla plant, tastes especially delicious in cream puffs and ice cream. Of course, if you’re forced to eat nothing but vanilla, soon that delectable flavor induces nausea and boredom.  And so it is with “vanilla” or conventional marriage. Engaging in nothing but vanilla, monogamous, marital, missionary-position sex might be terrific, romantic and very orgasmic—for a few years.  But after a while, if you don’t mix it up with a few other spicy flavors, vanilla relationships almost inevitably get boring, if not downright nauseating.

This show is an antidote to all that.  In fact, it is “The Anti-Vanilla,” and I am your Anti-Vanilla Auntie, garbed for the occasion in a rainbow sherbet palette of summer-hot hues to combat vanilla boredom and honor the tail end of Gay Pride Month.  Helping me help you out of the vanilla closet, should you be trapped inside of such a relatively flavorless marital prison, is a yummy bunch of guests in the Womb Room and on webcam, from the author of  Unlearn Vanilla Marriage and his swinging wife of 15 years to some of the hottest porn performers on the planet, each deliciously un-vanilla in her or his own very tasty way.

Featured Guests:

Rich Woods: The author of Unlearn Vanilla Marriage: A Different Approach to a Failing Institution joins us via Skype to help kick off the conversation, denouncing the “Vanilla Matrix”, that oppressive, seemingly omnipresent convention that maintains that monogamous, kink-free  marriage is the only “good” relationship model. Rich himself was trapped in a “horrible vanilla marriage” once, but is now happily married to his hot wife, Jane, who also joins us from the set of Rich’s show on UnLearn TV. What’s the secret of their happy 15-year marriage? They’re swingers (though they prefer to call it “negotiating nonmonogamy)!

Amor Hilton: Prettier than Paris and cuter than Conrad, this utterly un-vanilla, all-natural, alt-model/porn starlet strips down to nothing but Minnie Mouse ears and a (more…)

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?

Todd Jones, Natalie Chen, Dr. Susan Block, Dedeker Winston, Jase Lindgren. Row 2: Kristen Kraves, Jacquie Blu, Trump Under Gag Order with a Green Dildo, Gypsy Bonobo. Photo: Time Nguyen

Length 01:36:29 Date: March 18, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block

Polyamory means “many loves,” not just many sex partners. Nevertheless, it sure seems like being poly gives you more ways to “get lucky,” especially on St. Patrick’s Day Saturday night in Bonoboville.

Ready to Get Lucky! Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

Certainly, Bonoboville is lucky to have this stimulating group of authors, pundits and porn stars, gathered on and around my broadcast bed. We whip up a sapiosexual’s delight of heart-y and illuminating conversation for the first course of the evening, then top it off with a delicious dessert of poly-flavored Bonoboville Communions with our favorite green adult beverage, Irish-owned Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.  As Communion “altars,” we incorporate a variety of body parts, from backs to boobs to an impressive 10-inch Irish shillelagh.

More about that in a few paragraphs.

Dedeker’s Guide for the Polyamory-Perplexed

First up on my broadcast bed is my featured guest, polyamorous pundit and nonmonogamy coach, Dedeker Winston. The quintessential combination of beauty and brains, Dedeker is a nude model and reality TV star (credits include Fox-Tv’s “Utopia”) whose first book, The Smart Girl’s Guide to Polyamory, is a witty, engaging and informative introduction to the wonderful, challenging and somewhat confusing world of alternative relationships. Whether you’re a “smart girl” or just a horny guy interested in learning to juggle multiple lovers and “metamours” (your lovers’ other lovers) with honesty, compassion and “compersion” (feeling good because your lover feels good… with someone else), this book—along with a good scheduling app—will help you find your way.

With Dedeker Winston, author of The Smart Girl’s Guide to Polyaory, and Jase Lindgren. Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

We talk about Dedeker’s personal evolution from Born Again Christian conservative to polyamory practitioner and spokeswoman, as well as the difference and similarities between open marriages, polyamory, polycules, swinging, ecosexuality, orgies, relationship anarchy and the Bonobo Way.

Multiamory and More

Then there’s “multiamory” which is pretty much the same as “polyamory,” though, as brainy Dedeker points out, “multi” and “amor” are both Latin roots, while “poly” is Greek. “Multiamory” also happens to be the name of the podcast that Dedeker hosts with two partners. One of them, Jase Lindgren, who is also one of her current lovers, joins in on the conversation as it expands and explores the philosophy and practicality of loving multiple partners.

Capt’n Max is perplexed by how polyamorous folks find the time to maintain several serious relationships at once. He’s got his hands full with just maintaining his relationship—going on 25 years of marriage now—with me and my ten toes.

As Dedeker smartly points out, not everyone is as high-maintenance as this lil’ leprechaun. And as Jase says, having more than one child doesn’t make you love the other any less. Well, except for those parents who play favorites, of which there are more than a few.

Ethical Slut, Sex at Dawn, Wonder Woman and Bonobos

It’s been twenty years since I first interviewed Janet Hardy (who had gone by her pseudonym Catherine A. Liszt) and Dossie Easton (in 1997) when they published the premiere edition of their now classic polyamory Bible, The Ethical Slut, and public interest in polyamory has steadily risen since then.

Drs. Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá, also DrSuzy.Tv guests upon first publication in 2010 of their ground-breaking book, Sex at Dawn, popularized the notion that, anthropologically speaking, human beings are more likely to be naturally nonmonogamous, like our close genetic cousins the bonobos (very polyamorous) and common chimps (at least polysexual), as well as all the other great apes, gorillas (the males have harems) and orangutans (they play the field). Lifelong monogamy doesn’t come naturally to most humans. That doesn’t mean it’s bad… or good. Just not inherently better or more natural than nonmonogamy.

Twiddling my safety pins while talking polyamory.   Photo: Tim Nguyen

The Smart Girl’s Guide to Polyamory does a great job of describing the different types of polyamory movements, groups and tribes, from prehistory to the present. I was tickled to hear that one of the sexiest, most inspiring, female-empowered comic book characters of all time was conjured in the context of a polyamorous triad. Combining the strongest qualities of his indomitable high-achieving wife, Elisabeth Holloway Marston, and live-in mistress (also one of his university students, in the days when such relationships were permissible), Olive Byrne, psychologist/artist Charles Moulton created the image of an Amazonian super heroine, and he called her Wonder Woman.

Porn and Polyamory

One group that tends to be pretty polyamorous, though they rarely describe themselves as such, is the porn community. Porn performers, due to the requirements of their profession, have sex with a variety of partners. Sometimes it’s “all business,” but very often, they become close, caring friends as well as professional lovers. Sometimes, romance ensues with or without the wedding bells, but almost always with a continuation of work, which involves having sex with other people.

Our next two guests, adult performers Natalie Chen and Todd Jones, both talk about how their experiences in porn affect their relationships. Natalie, currently going through a divorce, is especially eager to learn more about polyamory, and Dedeker’s book is next on her must-read list.

Todd doesn’t feel that he’s polyamorous; he has only one girlfriend. Though being in porn makes him at least nonmonogamous. It also gives him a way to have a lot of sex with people he feels confident are safe, as they are STD-tested weekly. Moreover, he enjoys sex as performance… a lot. We find out more about how much he enjoys it in the second part of this show.

But I can’t wait for the second half to begin before pinching both Natalie and Todd for not wearing green.

Pop question: Why do we wear green on St. Patrick’s Day?

Answer (if it’s wrong, sue me; I found it on the internet): St. Patrick’s revelers thought wearing green made one invisible to leprechauns, acting as a kind of camouflage in the green forests of the Emerald Isle.

Leprechauns are magical, but kind of menacing. Like mini-Trump pussy-grabbers, they supposedly sneak up and nonconsensually pinch anyone they can see; that is, anyone not wearing green.

Communing with Todd’s Anaconda

Having spent our first hour immersing our intellects in sapiosexually stimulating conversation, it’s time to get physical by way of spiritual baptism. And what better sacrament for St. Paddy’s Day than Bonoboville Communion with the delectable spirit of Irish-owned, emerald green Agwa?

By the way, the St. Patrick’s Day practice of imbibing adult beverages goes back to the old saint himself who is said to have liked “the hard stuff.” Not only did he convert the pagan Irish to Christianity, but converted a stingy innkeeper into a generous one who filled his patrons’ cups to overflowing.  So drink up, cheers, and sláinte ! Though please do not imbibe and drive…

Our imbibing takes a sexier turn than old St. Paddy may have envisioned when he was praying for the bartender to pour him another. First we are joined by two verging-on-polyamorous friends/lovers/fellow porn performers, Kristen Kraves and our own Jacquie Blu. Kristen had such a great time at last Saturday’s Porny Purim in Bonoboville, she had to come back for more. So we make her our first “Altar Girl” for Bonoboville Communion, serving the sacred salt from one of her bodacious boobies to DrSuzy.Tv virgin, Natalie Chen.

First Bonoboville Communion of the Night. Photo: Tim Nguyen

Actually, all of this show’s guests are DrSuzy.Tv virgins, but they all go bonobos for Communion, as well as Waterboarding, Bonoboville-style.

Dedeker Gets Waterbaorded, Bonoboville-Style. Photo: Tim Nguyen

Dedeker takes it from Natalie, choosing her tattoo as an altar. Then Jase slurps up his Communion from Kristen’s other boob, and he takes his Agwa Waterboarding like a veteran POW.

Jase gets Waterboarded, Bonoboville-Style with Agwa De Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur. Photo: Clemmy Cockatoo

Later, I give them St. Paddy’s green Agwa leis, so they now can say that they “got lei’ed” on The Dr. Susan Block Show.

Jase Got Lei’ed on The Dr. Susan Block Show. Photo: “Bonobo Abe

Then it’s Todd’s turn. He chooses to be an altar, and Jacquie volunteers to take Communion from that altar which Todd, Jacquie and everyone else in the Womb Room determine to be between his legs. After a moment, down go his pants and out pops that 10-inch Irish shillelagh.In other words, St. Patrick may have driven the snakes out of Ireland, but the snake that comes out of Todd’s pants is an anaconda… or, as Donnie might say, his eyes bulging as his pants shrivel, “It’s HUUUUGGE!”

Jacquie sucks up her Communion with gusto and then sucks it some more, whereupon I waterboard her with Agwa, as Todd’s super-dick literally hangs like the Leaning Tower of Pisa over her head (Check it out, now playing on DrSuzy.Tv). Then she turns around and keeps sucking it until the end of the show.

For “motivation,” I give Jacquie’s buns a little book–spanking with The Smart Girl’s Guide to Polyamory. Read it or get red by it!

Book-Spanking Jacquie with The Smart Girl’s Guide to Polyamory as she takes Bonoboville Communion off of Todd’s 10-inch Irish shillelagh. Photo: Tim Nguyen

All this hot communing and spanking goes on to the tune of the recently departed (at the age of 90) Chuck Berry’s immortal “Johnny B Goode.” Berry is often said to have been the Father of Rock and Roll. What does “rock and roll” really mean? Sex (of course)! Everything Good cycles back to sex.

Lots of bad stuff cycles back to sex too, of course. Which brings me to the profane joke of the week, from Bill Maher on how Trump lies with such casual nonchalance: “That’s the thing about having tiny hands–it’s easier to pull stuff out of your ass.”

Our Bonoboville Trump doll’s hands are so tiny, they’ve disappeared. We can’t even find his little penis. We keep him under gag-order with a green dildo shoved in his mouth and a safety pin in his ear throughout the show. This is fitting punishment for the Pussy Grabber-in-Cheap’s horrific budget plan that is a pot of gold for the rich, the corporate and, especially, the defense contractors, while mercilessly pinching everything that’s good, and grabbing (and destroying) everything that’s green.

It’s enough to make you cry into your Guinness Stout.

Putting the Cheeto-in=Chief under Gag Order with a Green Dildo. Selfie

That’s why it’s so satisfying to watch Ireland gab-gifted Prime Minister Enda Kenny’s speech on St. Patrick’s Day eve, say pointedly that “St. Patrick was an immigrant” to a visibly uncomfortable Trump who turns as green as his tie (shown at the beginning of this show).

Erin Go Bragh! And we all go bragh-less, braless and topless, including our own, lovely Irish (on her Dad’s side) Gypsy Bonobo for a communal Free-the-Nipple moment. Special thanks to Wry Mantione for introducing us to darling Dedeker.

Next Saturday, March 25th: Penthouse Pet of the Year Layla Sin returns (uncensored) to DrSuzy.Tv with Penthouse Pet Christiana Cinn to promote Penthouse Variations books with Cleis Press, including Quickies and Three-Ways. Ooo la la!

Then on April 8th, we will celebrate our 25th Wedding Anniversary with a star-spangled group of guests, friends and lovers! Come one, come all, or just come while you sit back and watch us on your favorite screen. Check out last year’s 24th !

So, despite the Orange Menace staining our White House and threatening to demolish everything good and green, we are keeping the Drumpf blues at bay and staying in the pink, combining #resistance with a rainbow of fun in Bonoboville.

Free the Nipple for St. Paddy! Photo: Tim Nguyen

Thanks to this week’s volunteers and staff: Camera Operator – Sean Riedy, Conwell Stewart; Photographers – Tim Nguyen, Ivan Olvera; Intern –Maurice Plough; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jacquie Blu, MarsFX, Johnny Jungle, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel. 

© March 19, 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?

Length 1:20:24 Date: Dec. 26, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

Even in the thick of the Coronapocalypse, the SUZY Awards must go on!

The Calm before the Awards Storm. Photo: Harry Sapien

It’s our LAST live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2020, the year that met its “match” in Hell.

As Baba Wawa might have said, “This was 2020.”

And oh what a annus horribilis it was…

Not at all what we expected, to say the least, when we broadcast the first show of 2020.

Of course, now we know because, as they say: “Hindsight is 2020.”

I’m not sure if “they” mean a Happy Nude Rear, but here we are.

Happy Nude Rear, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners!

Happy Nude Rear from Bonoboville. Photo: Unscene Abe

And speaking of looking to the caboose of this 365-day train wreck, it’s the 2020 SUZY awards!

The Anti-Award Awards

Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism for the 9th consecutive year, the DrSusanBlock.tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence, pro-sex politics and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of female empowerment, male well-being, sharing resources, ecosexuality and peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather, and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

Presenting the SUZYs 2020 masked and physical-distancing with My Lovely New Assistant Mariah. Photo: Harry Sapien

Deadly pandemic, “hoax,” hex or just a pain in the proverbial butt (and another excuse to say Happy Nude Rear!), we are here to express our appreciation to our favorite show guests of this crazy, messed up year.

Thus, on the cusp of 2021, well before XBIZ, the AVNs, the TEAs, the Oscars, Critics Choice, the Grammys, the Tonys, the Emmys and the Golden Globes trot out their awards, “The Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth” is here to acknowledge the best and worst of 2020 with The SUZYs!

Our first goal, as always (besides having a cum-ton of fun), is to advance the cause of sex education and research. This is especially important right now, in the face of mounting draconian crackdowns on sexual speech by the Internet and the government that made 2020 sting just a little more for sex workers and supporters.

#FreeAssange! C’mon, Donnie, do it! Stick it to the libs! What have you got to lose?

Second, the SUZYs aim to inspire better pornography and/or erotica with a more sex-positive and sapiosexually stimulating aesthetic.

Our third main objective is to save the real bonobos from extinction and support a bonoboëque ethos in the world.

Chico studies the back cover of The Bonobo Way.

Speaking of “ethos,” our Bonoboville Ethics Committee has, since our inception, stipulated that DrSuzy.Tv staff members, no matter how deserving, are ineligible to receive SUZY awards….

So, no one on our courageous crew is singled out for a SUZY award—not even my special Pomeranian show-stealing assistant Chico!

However, because we were raised in the United States of Everybody-Gets-an-Award, we do give a special DrSuzy.Tv “staff award” to our beloved staff, a “thank you for your service” prize.

Otherwise, all award winners are selected from guest appearances and products used on the 31 live broadcasts of The Dr. Susan Block Show in 2020.

Everybody’s a winner in Bonoboville. Photo: Unscene Abe

In a way, the SUZYs are the anti-award awards. While some of our categories are serious, many are parodies, and there are the “boobie” prizes.

These are not to be confused with the awards for best boobs. Maybe because we did so many Bedside Chats where you just see the guest from the waist up, but this year, we have three of them (see below for the winners)!

Like so much of life, the good and bad are mixed together; it’s up to you to figure out which is which.

Though 2020 kind of sucked for most of us, was truly devastating for far too many and meant we couldn’t have in-person guest for most of the year, thanks to the magic of the Zoom, we did do some great Bedside Chats featuring a variety of luminaries in different fields who deserve to be honored and applauded for their diverse talents and efforts.

Tis better to give than receive… but receiving is fun too! Giving SUZY Awards with my right hand & receiving the “Best Person Ever” award (from Capt’n Max) with my left. Photo: Harry Sapien

Thus, without further ado, and with a fond farewell to a terrible but still, in some ways, terrific year, here it is: another hot listicle of sexperts, sexpots, politicos, artists, exhibitionists, visionaries, revolutionaries, hot babes, bitches and a few bastards who have appeared, been placed, mentioned or parodied on DrSuzy.Tv.

And the winners are….

#GoBonobos

• “Most Bonobo” – Allie Awesome
• “Most Bonobo Couple” – Danièle Watts & Chef Be*Live
• “Best Bonobo Conservation” – Lola ya Bonobo
• “Best Bonobo Conservation” – Bonobo Conservation Initiative
• “Best Bonobo Promotion” – The Bonobo Project
• “Staff Award” – DrSuzy-Tv Staff

Bonobo Politics

• “Most Bonobo Protestor” – Naked Athena 
• “Most Bonobo Politician” – Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
• “Most Bonobo Political Campaign” – Bernie Sanders
• “Most Bonobo Journalist” – Julian Assange
• “Best Liz Warren Porn Double” – Sally Mullins
• “Best Sex Worker Activist” – Alice Bangz
• “Best Socialist Sex Worker” – Merrick Deville
• “Most Bonobo Political Activist” – Chris Gagliardi
• “Sexiest Political Art” – Neverwuz, Scott Siedman
• “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee” – Luzer Twersky
• “Best Trump Pee Pad Art” – Jeffrey Vallance
• “Sexiest Journalism” – Counterpunch
• “Sorest Loser” – Donald J. Trump

Porn for the People!

• “Most Olympian Porn Star” – Verona van de Leur
• “Most Authentic Porn Star” – Bianca Burke
• “Most Spiritual Porn Legend” – Hyapatia Lee
• “Best Motorbunny Squirt” – Juici May
• “Most Musical Porn Star” – Lucky Starr
• “Hottest MiLF” – Brianna Brooks
• “Hottest GiLF” –  Rita Daniels
• “Hottest GILF Body Builder” – Azure Dee
• “Cutest Cam Starlet” – Vanessa Vixen
• “Best Porno Cum-Back” – Keli Richards
• “Best Hijab Porn” – Lili Miss Arab
• “Greatest Tits”– Victoria Jade
• “Best Nipples” –  Lola Fae
• “Best Lactation” – Bunnie of Bunnie and the Dude
• “Best Ass Communion” – Riley Reyes
• “Best Strip Club Pivot in the Coronapocalypse” – Boober Eats of Lucky Devil Lounge

Kink, Fetish & BDSM

• “Best Kink Community Leader” – Mistress Cyan
• “Most Dazzling Domme” – Goddess Phoenix
• “Most Spiritual FemDom” – Madame Margherite
• “Most Well-Rounded Kinkster” – Rhiannon Aarons
• “Most Sapiosexual Sadist” – Madame Mina De Sade-Fatale
• “Steamiest Setting” – Goddess Phoenix (in the bubblebath)
• “Most Coronapocalyptic Fetish” – GasMaskGirl
• “Best Medical Fantasy” – Violet Coxxx
• “Hottest FemDom Duo” – King Lexa & Lilith Kat
• “Classiest Mistress” – Mistress Courtney
• “Hottest Whipping” Erikka Rijkz
• “Sexiest Switch” – Lady Remedy Ann
• “Best Extreme Fetish FemDom” – Mistress Bliss
• “Most Stylish Domme” – Mistress Amrita
• “Best Vacation Domination” – 1RanDOMlady
• “Funniest Fetish” –Mia “The Fart Queen” Valencia
• “Funniest FemDom” – Miss Mae Ling

Read #GoBonobos in 2021
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Arts & Media

• “Sexiest Author” – JoAnn Wypijewski
• “Most Sapiosexual Editor” – David Steinberg
• “Best Raconteur” – Howie Gordon, aka Richard Pacheco
• “Sexiest Stand-Up Comic” – Lady Erica Dawson
• “Cutest Elf” – Mika Spielberg
• “Best of Bollywood” – Nayana Khedkar
• “Best Hair Stylist” – Mark Brown
• “Best Immersive Theater” – Intramersive Media
• “Sexiest Dancer” – Amber Mercedes
• “Best Stripper Rap” – Briana Blayre
• “Sexiest Hula Hoopist” – Catnip Biscuit
• “Most Artistic Sex Therapist” – Marina Svetlozarova
• “Most Angelic Artist” – Crystal Taylor

• Hottest Stuff
• “Best Leather” – JuxLeather
• “Best Sex Educational Puppet” – Wondrous Vulva Puppet
• “Best Condoms” – Glyde America Vegan Condoms
• “Hottest Sex Machine” – Motorbunny
• “Best Classic Sex Machine” – Sybian
• “Most Orgasmic Sex Toy” – Hitachi Magic Wand
• “Best Alien Dildos” – Bad Dragon
• “Most Sacred Dildos” – Divine Interventions

 See 2019’s Winners. See 2018’s Winners. See 2017’s Winners.  See 2016’s Winners. See 2015’s Winners. See 2014’s winners. See 2013’s Winners. See 2012’s Winners.

The Baby Jesus Butt Plug and the rest of Divine Interventions collection win “Most Sacred Dildos.” Photo: Harry Sapien

Three cheers and a bonobo beer for the winners, and a big booooo for the losers (though, once again, it must be said: Luzer’s a winner), especially the “Sorest Loser,” the Duke of Disinformation, the Infant Terrible of Whining whose favorite Winter Holiday must be Festivus (for the “Airing of Grievances;” he couldn’t “care” less about “the rest of us”).

Nevertheless, here in Bonoboville and all over the world, many of us are still holding out hope that, while pardoning a bunch of war criminals, crooked cucks, oligarch fellators and family members, the Trumpus might pardon one of our SUZY Award winners, “Most Bonobo Journalist,” Julian Assange.

#FreeAssange!

C’mon, Donnie, do it! Stick it to the libs! What have you got to lose?

A pardon for Edward Snowden would also burnish your “legacy” (lol) nicely, Don.

However, as even Snowden agrees, Assange is suffering extreme hardship right now in London’s awful Belmarsh Prison, and all because he published some uncomfortable facts about the numerous and ghastly war crimes of the American Military-Industrial Complex, facts which were re-published, sometimes with credit, sometimes not, by mainstream publications like the New York Times and CNN.

Assange is a true martyr for our journalistic freedoms, and all who do not call for his release and exoneration are complicit.  Here on DrSuzy.Tv, we’ve been calling for it for over 10 years now.

Who knows if the “Sorest Loser” will take me up on this, but I have to try to reach out even to my so-called “enemies” (it’s the Bonobo Way!).

Besides, what’s an awards show without some passionate political messaging?

This just in: Apparently, Trumpty Dumpty is now the “enemy of my enemy” (in this case, mean old Mitch McConnell), and if he’s pushing for $2000 COVID relief checks, along with Bernie, Nancy and everybody but Mitch the Bitch for the Rich, this this Sore Loser will be my newfound friend… unless Don the Con’s just posturing to flimflam hopeful progressive marks like me.

In the immortal words of “Most Bonobo Politician” AOC: “Let’s go!”

A Spectacular Spectacle

As is traditional for The SUZYs, we don’t invite the winners, or anyone at all to the award ceremony.

Though pretty much every year, one or a few of our regular guest just drop in on us, sometimes even streaking naked through the ceremony like the 1974 Oscars!

Behind the Scenes with Unscene Abe & Mars FX at The SUZYs as Chico streaks across the stage, stealing the show. Photo: Harry Sapien

Well, Chico streaks through this show; after all, having pulled off his itchy silver tinsel collar, he’s totally naked!

Still, that’s just another thing we’re missing at the SUZYs 2020: no human drop-ins whatsoever.

It’s the Coronapocalypse. We haven’t had an in-person person on the show since March.

So, this show pretty much consists of me announcing categories and the names of the winners. This is not quite as boring as reading the phone book!  Plus with the addition of the winners’ images and some of their award-winning video clips, it’s a downright spectacular show.

Fire it up for 2021! Photo: Harry Sapien

Not just the first awards show of the new year, but the best!

I share the task of announcing the winners with my lovely new assistant Mariah.

Though Mariah wasn’t here for most of our 2020 shows, I give her the assignment of watching them, both censored on Youtube and uncensored on DrSuzy.Tv.

I know she did her homework because her remarks about various shows and guests are right on target. She even reminds me of details I’d forgotten, like how our V-Day Foreplay show was also a celebration of Galentine’s Day.

And then there’s Bonoboville’s Pomeranian-in-Residence, Chico Peggles Quintana.

No, Chico, you’re on staff, so you can’t have a SUZY award. Photo: Harry Sapien

I know he wants his own SUZY award—so he can tear it apart along with his other toys—but as a DrSuzy.Tv staff member, he’s just not eligible… no matter how adorable.

Last-Minute Award: “Best Gift of 2020”

As always, we are safety and ecology-minded, carefully placing a SUZY-award-winning Glyde America Vegan Condom on the golden head of our SUZY statuette which, at optimal balance, looks like a latex halo or one of my hats. The SUZY’s golden wings are designed (and taped on) by Miguel McQueen.

Not only are the SUZYs the best awards, we have the coolest statuette. Photo: Unscene Abe

As you can see, we present the majority of the more serious awards in the beginning of the show, saving most of the fun stuff for later.

Mid-show, just before we get into the popular category of “Porn for the People,” we take a break to open a very special, very large Xmas gift box addressed to me and Capt’n Max.

We’d actually received it a few days ago, but a note on top of the big red and blue package says “Don’t Open Until Xmas.”

Mariah opens the Mystery Box. Photo: Harry Sapien

Being good little elves, we wait until the day after Xmas, which happens to be the 2020 SUZY awards.

Not only is this gift humongous, it’s very securely taped.

I’d already broken almost all my fingernails playing with Chico, but I break a couple more trying to open this thing.

Fortunately, Mariah comes to the rescue with a pocketknife.

Like a girl scout, this assistant is prepared! And she looks quite sexy in her sparkly little black dress slicing open that big box.

Inside are two giant black trash bags, our very own Santa sacks of toys (check out the gallery for more pics of the amazing opening process).

What could they hold?

Best Xmas Gift of 2020: Anatomically Correct Bonobo Plushies. Photo: Harry Sapien

Drumroll please…. as from inside the black bags emerge two big custom-made bonobo plushies dressed up to look like Capt’n Max and me!

Capt’n Max Bonobo has a captain’s hat and double-breasted navy jacket. No pants though—the better for his giant dong to swing freely.

Yes, these plushies are anatomically correct… for human porn stars!

Dr. Suzy Bonobo & Capt’n Max Bonobo sitting together on the Steinway.

The Dr. Suzy Bonobo also has explicit genitalia with a vulva that looks like one of those yummy vulva cookies, though no, I didn’t lick it.

She also has a vagina that’s pretty penetrable, probably made from a Fleshlight toy, though too tight for Capt’n Max Bonobo—unless we use lube, and I’m not about to lube up a stuffed animal.

Yes, I already tried making them have sex, putting them into different positions, plushie pervert that I am.

As for Dr. Suzy Bonobo, like the original, she sports long blonde curls, a floppy hat and a pink bikini.

Award-Winning Foursome. Photo: Selfie

What a cute couple!

As those of you who know me know, I’m not crazy about most gifts.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m always grateful to receive them, and it’s the thought that counts… even when it’s a toilet bowl light (thanks Mar!).

But usually, I get the kind of thing—soap, candles, candy, bath salts—that I then joyously *regift* to someone else.

There will be no regifting of the Capt’n Max and Dr. Suzy Bonobo Plushies. They are too precious… and so amazing in how they capture our unique Commedia Erotica styles.

The giver of this awesome gift tries to stay a little mysterious. Who could it be?

Then we find a “clue”… One of several cards was signed! 

The signature is so unmistakable, I feel the giver actually wants me to reveal his identity as longtime fan and friend of The Dr. Susan Block Show, former adult performer and eternal bon vivant, Dragon Steele.

Dragon’s Bonobo Plushies get a SUZY award–and it really turns them on!

Thank you, Dragon! You win the “Best Gift of 2020” SUZY Award!

Vaya Con Dios 2020 & Happy Nude Rear!

After the live broadcast, we party like it’s 2021… and it almost is!

Bonoboville Starlit Masquerade. Umm…. but does that overlay look like stars or cum? Happy 2021! Photo: Selfie

Sadly, there are no post-show orgies like in the past; it’s the Coronapocalypse.

I light the Hanukkah candles (even though Hanukkah’s over) next to our Virgin of Guadalupe shrine.

Then I amuse myself by lighting sparklers, playing with fire like I’ve been doing around the holidays since I was about six and almost burned down the house playing “Hot-Wax Hanukkah” with myself.

Not wanting to add fuel to the horrendous California fires, I pretend I’m having a threesome with the plushie bonobos.

Playing with our new dolls. Photo: Harry Sapien

Weird, I know; but with the Coronapocalypse so severely limiting human physical contact, some of us are looking with more interest at dolls.

I notice Harry Sapien trying something similar with Stormy the Blow-Up Doll (what was she doing laying on the floor, face up and skirt up, outside your office this morning, Harry?).

Whether we think we can “Make American Great Again” or “Go Back to Normal,” we can never turn back the clock.

No doubt, like any traumatic experience leaves its mark, the Coronapocalypse is making all of us a little weird.

Here in Bonoboville, we instead satisfy the corporeal cravings we used to channel into our post-show bacchanalia by chowing down on scrumptious leftovers from our excellent Xmas dinner with all the trimmings made by Chef Gideon.

No wonder, weight is up in the pandemic. What other easy pleasures are left to us but eating, drinking and smoking weed?

Mask Off for a Smile. Photo: Harry Sapien

As we pull down our masks to stuff our faces, attempting to keep physical-distancing as best we can, we talk about past orgies and other pre-Coronapocalypse and even pre-Internet adventures.

It’s sobering to hear Bonoboville’s younger crew talk about their parents as being so very “old,” and then find out that they’re actually younger than us.

Sometimes Max and I forget these statistical facts as we don’t really “act our age.” This has its drawbacks—no pensions for us, no 401K’s, no retirement really.

But it’s part of what keeps our old married sex life hot and humming along.

Speaking of which, later that night, we pull down our masks to sneak a kiss under the fake mistletoe.

Then Santa slides down my chimney, and he’s hung like the plushie bonobo!

Jingle Balls Rock!

Sex or no sex, when I talk to the young’uns about living life untethered to phones, computers or any devises, as we all did before the mid-1990s, I find myself feeling like my own great grandmother telling me what it was like when her regular form of transport was a one-horse open sleigh.

Then, we all believed we were making “progress” as civilized human beings.

Now, we’re not so sure.

Nevertheless, whether we think we can “Make American Great Again” or “Go Back to Normal,” we can never turn back the clock.

So good-bye 2020, and a very Happy Nude Rear.

Here’s to ringing in 2021 for happier, healthier and hornier times ahead!

Farewell 2020 and a Happy Nude Rear! Photo: Unscene Abe

 See 2019’s Winners. See 2018’s Winners. See 2017’s Winners.  See 2016’s Winners. See 2015’s Winners. See 2014’s winners. See 2013’s Winners. See 2012’s Winners.

© December 26th, 2020 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 213-291-9497.

2020 SUZY AWARD WINNERS PHOTO ALBUM

2020 SUZYs Award Show PHOTO ALBUM

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Row 1: Andrea Viscarra, Sienna Sinclaire,  Dr. Suzy,  Jaiya,  Bonnie Gayle. Row 2: Jo Wo, Morgan Bailey,Tasia,Bon Jon Syn, Dawn Michael. Photo: JuxLii

Length: 112:16 minutes        Date: 11/26/2011

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Cooking classes are conducted in a kitchen.  So why shouldn’t a class in Sex Ed be conducted in bed? If you were thinking of playing hooky from the classroom—or make that, the Womb Room—you may want to think again as this is one lesson you won’t want to ditch. Yes, class, it’s back to school night at the Speakeasy as we welcome a freaky faculty full of therapists and educators on our favorite subjects—the pleasures of sex and the passion of revolution.

Featured Guests:

Jo Wo: Occupy LA Occupies The Speakeasy, as Jo gives us a mini teach-in on his daily personal involvement with Occupy Los Angeles since 9/29/11 and his feelings about the movement.

Jaiya: Charismatic somatic sexologist, Red Hot Touch co-author and RadioSuzy1 virgin, Jaiva is a “hands-on” sex therapist who loves her “job” with a passion. After regaling us with tales of her successful stint of 101 days of self-pleasure and her recent top-secret work with Tony Robbins in Mexico, she and her partner, Jon Hanauer, share delicious homemade aphrodisiacs, including a ginseng and deer-antler testosterone-infused tea and sensuous vegan chocolate mousse  which we lick off each other’s pulse points and nipples.  Then she delivers an impressively detailed male anatomy lesson here at the school of Hard Cocks, donning rubber gloves and slathering on the “Sex Butter” provided by one of our guests to give one of the most elaborate, elegant and sensuous handjobs I’ve ever seen to a very happy penis belonging to another one of our guests.  A manual stimulation artist, Jaiya strokes, slaps and kneads that cock like a French baguette, which makes some of the other guests very hungry.

Morgan Bailey: Beloved RadioSuzy1 alumna and TS performer, Morgan comes “home” to the Speakeasy  for the holiday, sharing her bodacious boobs for chocolate licking, but generally taking it easy this show—something about a sun-burnt anus…

Dawn Michael: Sex therapist, marriage counselor, lover of laughter and author of an upcoming book, Dawn actually met her current partner, porn star Bon Jon Syn, right here in the Womb Room when she visited us for Purim with her mentor, world-renowned sex therapist Dr. Patti Britton.

Bon Jon Syn: Another veteran Speakeasy guest, now Dawn’s partner, Bon provides his courageous cock, aptly dubbed “The Beast,” for Jaiya’s exotic handjob and shares a few of his own masturbatory techniques with the class as well.

Sienna Sinclaire: Another proud protégé of Dr. Patti, this sex-coach dolls up and then takes it off in a burlesque striptease to Marilyn Monroe singing “Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend.” We especially appreciate the failing adhesive properties of her silver pasties once they slip away like sex butter, showing off her sweet and perky nipples, as well as the sequined thong that really puts the ass into passing a class with flying colors. It also proves: Faulty Pasties Are My Show’s Best Friend…

Bonnie Gayle:  Creator of Sex Butter with luscious vagina-friendly coconut oil, she spreads the Sex Butter love.

Andrea Viscarra: An audience member and fellow educator of sex with fabulous natural boobs, she came with Sienna, whom she also met here in the Womb Room at a previous show.

Special thanks to Justine Middleton for editorial assistance with this bloggamy.

Weapons of Discussion

Sex Education, Revolution is an Aphrodisiac, V is for Vendetta, Joan of Arc is Sexy, Erotic Suffering, Peaceful Revolution vs. Burning Buildings, Occupy Los Angeles, Organization Without Leaders, How Occupy LA Improves Your Sex Life, Serfs to the Corporation, Slaves on the Plantation, Cops Are Part of the 99%, He Shou Wu Means More Hair and More Jizz, Deer Antler Contains Testosterone, Occupiers and Frequent Fliers, Irish Moss the Lubricant, Avocado is an Aphrodisiac, Vagina Loves Coconut Oil, Erotic Intelligence, Reflex Points on Penis, Facebook is a Plantation and We’re all Sharecroppers, Sex at Dawn Next Week,  Sex Therapist & Coach Dr Patti Britton, Foot Soldiers of the Revolution, Kinsey Scale from Gay to Straight, Anus is Second Only to the Clitoris, Going for the Nipple, Why Men Tend to Speed Up & Women Slow Down, Broadening the Definition of Sex, Checking Twitter During Sex, Congratulations Sherry Rehman: New Ambassador from Pakistan to United States, Potential Eviction for Occupiers, Media Observers Are Welcome at Occupy Los Angeles to Ensure Safety, Before There Were Bank-Robbers & Now The Banks Are Robbers, Capitalism is Bankrupt, How Phone Sex or Roleplay Can Help Marriages, The Poor Can Take Care of Themselves but the Rich Should Beware, 10 Commandments of Pleasure on Kindle, An Occupation by People Without Occupations, Don’t Squirt on the Bonobos

Performance Erotica

Sipping Aphrodisiac Tea, Licking Vegan Aphrodisiac Chocolate Mousse Off Nipples, Long Licks Inside the Forearm, Erogenous Zones, Burlesque Demo, Flushed Cheeks and Erect Nipples from Aphrodisiacs, Index Finger Movement, Demonstration for Vaginas Without the Vagina, Real Men Wear Leather Pants–& Take Them Off, Sex Butter Handjob with Rubber Gloves, Touching Nipple at the Same Time as Cock, Pleasing a Semi-Hard Cock, Waking Up The Beast, Squeezing Pressure Points on the Cock, Deep Breathing Techniques, New Age Blowjob: Lightly Blowing on the Cock, Playing with Little Bits of Foreskin Remnants on Circumcised Cock, Patty-Caking the Cock on the Hand, The “Juicer” Cock Stroke, Masturbation Education, Bringing it Down, Burlesque-Porn-Star-Sex Coach-Strip-Tease, Teasing the Gloves off, Flashing the Crack to the Audience, Sequins Bra, Faulty Pasties Are the Show’s Best Friend, Agwa Shots, Elbow-gasms and Flicking the Tongue,  Licking Without Gloves, Salt Designs Near the Nipple, Chocolate War Paint on Tits, Powerful Tongue Muscles, Tasia Acting Like Naughty Schoolgirl, More Agwa at Recess, Trapeze After School, Hula Hoop Hotties in Detention, More Boobs in General

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Length 01:41:01 Date: October 7, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block

Kink Month 2017 kicks off, spanks down, chats it up and climaxes on the Motorbunny in BOOnoBOOville with sexpots, sexperts and kinksters galore.

Happy Kink Month from BOOnoBOOville: Gypsy Bonobo, Jacquie Blu, Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook, Dr. Susan Block, Ikkor the Wolf, Gracie May Green, Amilia Onyx, Maya. Photo: Jux Lii

From clinical sexologist and Sex-Positive LA director, Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook to “bi geek” porn starlet, Gracie May Green, her gal pal Amilia Onyx, a snake named Zeus, our old friend Maya, our own fabulous Gypsy Bonobo, Ikkor the Wolf, Jacquie Blu, Capt’n Max, and our Trumpocalypse Therapy spanking puppet (this week, we spank him with a roll of paper towels), Dotard Drumpf, a kinky congregation gathers together in the Womb Room Cathedral of Kink-Positivity and inclusivity.

Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook spanks in Kink Month 2017 on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Christine Dupree

Hallelujah, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners. ‘Tis the season to #GoBonobos for kink!

Gracie May Green goes bonobos for bananas. Photo: Christine Dupree

October is Kink Month, as has been so declared by our kinky friends at The Stockroom, for the sake of sales, sex education and good vibes.

Yes indeed, as the autumnal spirit of darkness descends, whirling like a devilish dervish around Halloween revelry, stirring up adventures, fear as an aphrodisiac, costumes, pranks, roleplay and just plain playing (consensually, of course), Kink Month falls upon Bonoboville.

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

Ted Cruz “likes” kinky porn on Twitter

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.

Doggystyle with Ikkor. Photo: Jux Lii

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” (conjured by Jungian creatrix Kelly Ann Maddox), 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.

Make Kink Not War!

For your own sake and that of others: Shoot the gun between your legs. “Peace through Kinky Pleasure” is the Bonobo Way, and we need it now more than ever.

Ikkor the Wolf for The Bonobo Way. Photo: Christine Dupree

As we begin our Kink Month kick-off, America just had another terrible mass murder. It’s been the hit of the week on all the 24/7 news channels. They say it’s the worst shooting in American history. Well, not really. As my Counterpunch publisher Jeff St. Claire points out, “The title for America’s top mass murderer—on the domestic front—belongs to Col. James Forsythe, and the men of the Seventh Cavalry, who slaughtered as many as 300 unarmed men, women and children at Wounded Knee on the icy morning of December 29, 1890.”

This sort of state-sponsored violence doesn’t get the same horrified response as individual violence within the state, but a tree sprouts from a seed, and state-sponsored violence propagates violence within the state. America’s state of Perma-War in Afghanistan and around the world has come home, keeps coming home, more and more.

Even though the media’s claim is “topped” by Wounded Knee, still, Stephen Paddock killed a lot of people. Though no one is exactly stating this statistic, it could be that this was the largest number of white people killed in a mass shooting. Fifty-nine innocents were murdered, and hundreds were injured. This one hits close to home, partly because Las Vegas is close to Los Angeles, and we have a lot of friends there. I don’t know of any who were killed, but I’m not sure. One of our favorite DrSuzy.Tv guests, Mistress Porcelain, has a dear friend, a beautiful young attorney, who was one of the murdered. There are many heroes in this atrocity who jumped into harm’s way to help others. We salute them at the beginning of this show, as we do the victims and their loved ones.

Some call it unfathomable because Stephen Paddock was white, a multi-millionaire and unaffiliated with ISIS or some other crackpot cult. But it’s very fathomable that a man who amasses 47 firearms is going to use them for the reason they were manufactured some day. It is all too fathomable, so fathomable that we all know it’s going to happen again and again, maybe next year, maybe next week, maybe later today. And yes, Stephen Paddock was in a crackpot cult; he was part of American Gun Culture. We are all in the line of fire for this crackpot cult that terrorizes us inside and outside America. We need more Cum Shots, Not Gun Shots.

American gun culture is an extension of the Military Industrial Complex (MIC), or maybe it’s the other way around. They are symbiotic, feeding each other and destroying us. This is one reason why I practice—and preach—the Bonobo Way of “peace through pleasure” (including just recently at Adultcon!); it’s the opposite of perma war and gun culture. No, it’s not the way of America right now, at least not in the White House or on Capitol Hill, populated by voting bodies whose souls have been purchased by the MIC and the NRA. But it’s the way of more and more humans (bonobo sapiens), and it’s the way of the future, if there is to be a future, for all of us.

Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook, Sexologist Extraordinaire

My first Kink Month Kick-Off guest is a counselor to kinksters, as well as being a happy, active kinkster herself, the sapiosexual, sensitive, voluptuous, insightful and delightful Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook.

Talking Kink with Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook while fondling a Jux Leather slapper. In the background: “Bettie Page” by Jamie Roxx, donated by Goddess Soma Snakeoil. Photo: Jux Lii

In one of those “small world” scenarios, Dr. Laurie had been in the studio audience for a show about 10 years ago when we were in Downtown LA, then reconnected with us when her husband’s medical patient, our own Jacquie Blu, invited her to be a guest.

“I am really looking forward to doing this as, honestly, it’s a total dream of mine since the first time I met Dr. Suzy when I was a baby sexologist,” Dr. Laurie wrote to Jacquie. “A speakeasy of hers was my first induction into anything sex party-ish. Obviously, I was hooked!”

In fact, it was a factor in helping her decide to switch from going into law to becoming a sexologist, now in private practice in Long Beach, director of Sex Positive LA, a “kinkucation” teacher at USC, as well as being a total MILF (and GILF), happily married for over 15 years. Interestingly, Dr. Laurie’s husband is a member of the Sioux Native American tribe, so he appreciates my reference to Wounded Knee as the worst gun massacre on American soil.

Dr. Laurie gives me a SLUT (Salt Lake Utah) cap. Photo: Jux Lii

Dr. Laurie even gives me a useful gift: a SLUT (Salt Lake Utah) cap which I promptly put on top my other hat.

Bringing out Drumpf the Dunce to the dismay of my guests. Photo: Jux Lii

When I ask her if any of her clients suffer from Post-Trump Sex Disorder, Dr. Laurie confirms my theory that yes, many experienced a deep drop in libido for a few months after the electoral dysfunction of November 8, 2016, and though it’s bounced back to some degree, the constant barrage of enervating, alarming and bewildering Drumpf-o-tainment puts many couples on opposite sides of the mattress come bedtime.

Dr. Laurie gags Drumpf with a paper towel as Amilia giggles. Photo: Jux Lii

As fed up with the Big Baboon in the White House (with apologies to baboons) as we are, Dr. Laurie accepts my invitation to punish our surrogate Trump. This show, we do it with a roll of Bounty paper towels, playing off the Mango Monster’s recent crass, insensitive, self-aggrandizing act of tossing paper towel rolls like bank shots at storm-shocked Puerto Ricans; the same people whom he’s been insulting and nickel-and-diming in the devastating wake of Hurricane Maria.

Dr. Laurie spanks Drumpf hard with a paper towel roll. Photo: Christine Dupree

Dr. Laurie gags our Trump puppet with three paper towels, to everyone’s delight in the Womb Room. Then she spanks him hard on the balls with the roll. “Wow, I’m surprised at how much I’m enjoying this,” she says, rather breathlessly. It’s silly, but it does release some stress and PTSD that so many of us suffer from these Trumpty-Dumpty days. We call it Trumpocalypse Therapy, bonobo-style.

Gracie, Amilia & Zeus

My next guest is adorable, bespectacled, “bi geek” porn starlet, Gracie May Green. Though tiny as a mouse, Gracie’s sexual energy is big as a house.

Gracie May Green in Bonoboville. Photo: Jux Lii

Maybe she was raised by bonobos?

Gracie brings along her sultry gal pal, Amilia Onyx, who brings along her tiny baby python, Zeus. I miss my own dearly departed snake Evie, so I have a great time playing with little Zeus, as do most of us on the show. However, Dr. Laurie is not so fond of snakes, and backs away as if little Zeus might bite her… at first.

Dr. Laurie backs away from Zeus as Gracie gets ready to take Bonoboville Communion from Amilia. Photo: Christine Dupree

By the break, she has courageously moved past her fear, at least a little. Touching Zeus’ cool shiny skin as I hold him, she grins and exclaims, “He’s not slimy!” Another snake hater turned into a snake lover in Bonoboville…

In terms of Trump, Amilia explains that she doesn’t support him but is “trying to co-exist.” This gives Capt’n Max an opening to make it clear that he doesn’t want to “co-exist with Nazis,” at least not quietly. And so we engage in our Trumpocalypse therapy, discussion and dramatization every Saturday night.

The other part of the therapy is escape, which we also do every Saturday night. Peace through pleasure, baby! So after all that serious discussion and Trump–spanking, it’s time for Bonoboville Communion. Amen and AWOMEN.

Amilia serves as Altar Girl for Gracie’s Bonoboville Communion. Photo: Jux Lii

Amilia is only 18, so she can’t drink the Agwa, but she does serve as an Altar Girl, proving her alabaster ass as the altar for Gracie to lick up the sacred salt.

Waterboarding Gracie is a bit of a challenge in this position, but our little bi-geek downs the whole shot like a Mory’s Cup champion.

Jacquie Blu’s last Waterboarding before she gets her new boobs! Photo: Jux Lii

Dr. Laurie provides her sumptuous cleavage for Jacquie Blu’s Bonoboville Communion. It’s a special moment for both, as Jacquie is a patient of Dr. Laurie’s husband who also referred her to the surgeon who will perform her breast enhancement surgery this Thursday. Yep, in just a few short days, our Jacquie is jumping up to a D cup!

Gracie May Rides the Motorbunny

After the break, Gracie performs a striptease, kicking off Kink Month by kicking off her sneakers, socks, pumpkin-colored top and jeans, down to nothing but her G-string, to the tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster,” inspired by The Bonobo Way.

Gracie Strips to “The Kinkster” by Carmina Formosa. Photo: Christine Dupree

Then she hops on the Motorbunny with Amilia giddily operating the remote control from her phone.

At first, Amilia goes a little too fast, then a little too slow. Soon, she gets the hang of it, and puts Gracie on one smooth ride mounting into blissful climax.

Houston, we have orgasm! Photo: Jux Lii

“I want to thank my friend Amilia,” proclaims Gracie post-orgasm, as if receiving an Emmy. The charming little exhibitionist also makes sure to thank her fans who, she says, were in her mind as she gave her Academy Award-winning (or maybe SUZY-award-winning) performance.

Spankings, Ikkor & Maya

Since we don’t have anyone on the show with a fetish for kicking or being kicked (remember Brother Love?), we decide to turn our Kink Month Kick-Off into a Spank-Off.

Dr. Laurie spanks in Kink Month 2017 via Jacquie Blu’s bottom. Photo: Jux Lii

Performing the Kink Month 2017 Spank-Off is Mistress Dr. Laurie spanking, scratching and whacking Jacquie Blu’s bare bottom with a Jux Leather brown belt.

She Bad. Photo: Jux Lii

Then Ikkor the Wolf takes the Womb Room stage, and asks us teasingly what we’d like to hear. We tell him it’s Kink Month, so of course, we need to hear “She Bad.”

Gracie twerks and gives Amilia a lascivious lap dance, as Ikkor raps and everybody snaps to the music.

Paper Towel-Gagged Drumpf. Photo: Christine Dupree

Shake that Thang!

There’s time for one last Bonoboville Communion… or maybe two.

Our old friend Maya, who came prepared in an easily removable dress, volunteers to be my Altar Girl. Actually, she bares her beautiful boobies (my, how they’ve grown!) for both me and Gracie to lick up our sacred salt.

Arching her back, Gracie May receives her Waterboarding, Ballet-Style. Photo: Jux Lii

Maya takes Communion from her Bonobo Mama (that would be me). Ooh, her tongue is sweet!

Maya takes Bonoboville Communion from her Bonobo Mama. Photo: Christine Dupree

Then she takes her Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style, swallowing every drop of the green elixir like a good girl.

Make Love to Someone You Love Tonight, Even If That Someone Is You. I LOVE YOU. Photo: Slick Rick

The kinky good vibes continue into the after-party, as couples play in the bar, the garden and the art gallery.

Steinway Kinksters. Photo: Selfie

High on the communal ecstasy of Bonoboville, the Captain and I ascend the stairs to make kinky love as the palm trees sway, the ambulance sirens scream, and the autumn stars twinkle through the constantly changing clouds.

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers: Michael Sullivan; Aaron Collins, Khristian Abasolo; Photographers – Christin Dupree, Jux Lii, Slick Rick; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jacquie Blu, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.

Free the Nipple! Happy Kink Month 2017! Photo: Jux Lii

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© October 7, 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.

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Easter Eve on DrSuzy.tv: Marcus London, Pamela Balian, Dr. Suzy, Idelsy Love, Se7en. Photo: JuxLii

Length: 1:35:01   Date: March 30, 2013

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With rainbow tinted eggs stuffed with kisses, condoms, panties and sex toys, this show honors Easter Eve, when Jesus Christ is Born Again, welcomed back to life by the Original Easter Bunny, Mary Magdalene, ushering in a new Spring.  It’s also Passover, the Week of Wine and Crackers and Shaking off the Shackles of Slavery.  And it’s Persian New Year (well, within a few days), so we celebrate that too.  It’s also La Primavera, the festival of the “first green” blossoms of the year when, according to classical Greco-Roman mythology, the radiant Goddess Persephone (Proserpina to the Romans) soars up from the Bowels of Hell, where her Bad Boy husband Hades (aka Pluto) keeps her all Winter long.  In Eleusis, the place of the erotic Eleusinian Mysteries, the Holy Daughter is “born again,” rejoining Mother Demeter (Ceres), fair-haired fertility Goddess of the Earth, who is so ecstatic to embrace the Fruit of Her Loins that She showers the world in Spring! La Primavera! Carissami Amiche… C’est la printemps, mes amants…

And then everybody gets Spring Fever. Spring is mating time, dating time, time to fly with the birds and the bees through the flowers and the trees, all buzzing, chirping, blooming and dripping with lustful fecundity. Spring! The word itself makes you want to leap for joy, strip off your clothes and dive into romance, especially after a long cold Winter. In Spring, all religions celebrate some sort of vital, faith-affirming holiday of rebirth, resurrection, renewal and return, both complementing and contradicting the season’s natural blooming eroticism. Yes, although the forces of Sex and God are usually quite at odds, sexuality and spirituality are, in many ways, just opposite angles of the same Easter egg. The mystical experience and the erotic experience are the most intense in human life; both connect desire with awe, love, anguish, ecstasy, terror, pain and extreme logic-defying pleasure.

But no, Easter doesn’t come from the Egyptian Love Goddess Ishtar (despite the phonetic similiarity and the much “liked” misinformed meme going around the web attributed to the Church of Sir Richard Dawkins).  It does come, in part, from the ancient Primavera Bacchanalia honoring Bacchus (Dionysus to the Greeks), another powerful, charismatic, male God of Spring. In the great Spring Dionysia of ancient Athens, playwrights like Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripedes presented tragedies and Aristophanes mounted his comedies, while the private Dionysia of Greece and the Bacchanalia of ancient Rome included ecstatic rituals and orgies celebrating this extremely popular, complex deity who, in a number of intriguing ways, foreshadows Jesus Christ.  How could a God of Orgies have anything to do with sweet Jesus?  Well, check out these eerie but strong similarities:

Both Gods have human “virgin” mothers and divine heavenly Fathers.
Both Gods were especially adorable babies.
Both Gods miraculously heal the sick.
Both Gods are intimately connected with wine.
Both Gods have, in a sense, their “flesh and blood” eaten and drunk by others.
Both Gods are androgynous, with many feminine characteristics, such as long hair, large eyes and peaceful, loving, empathetic, long-suffering natures.  But both are also stronger than any man, and flare with potent anger when crossed.
Both Gods are “rock stars”—extremely sexy, seductive and charismatic—with lots of followers.
Both Gods are Men of The People, not the Elites who are threatened by Their Holy Egalitarianism.
Both Gods are liberators and revolutionaries, overturning the status quo.
Both Gods treat women as equals (unusual for their times) and have many passionate, prominent female followers.
Both Gods have many slaves among their followers.
Both Gods preach that the Kingdom of Heaven is within you.
Both Gods seduce you, saying that “Heavenly ecstasy is yours to enjoy if only you follow Me.”
Both Gods live among humans on earth as well as in heaven or Mount Olympus.
Both Gods die terrible bloody deaths, suffering for the sake of humanity.
Both Gods are resurrected in Spring.

And that’s just the basics.

But if Bacchus/Dionysus is so much like Jesus, why not have a Christian Bacchanalia?  Why is the idea so utterly ludicrous to our ears? There are many reasons, but essentially we don’t hold many Christian Bacchanals because the Christian Church managed to succeed with the upper classes on a massive scale like the Temples of Bacchus and Festivals of Dionysus never did. The Church became the Elites, as Barbara Ehrenreich so astutely points out in her book Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy, and the ecstatic essence of Dionysus/Bacchus/Jesus was repressed, oppressed and then, for the most part, lost. This is why some of us like to reach beyond the Church—not to mention the synagogue and the mosque—back to Bacchus and Dionysus to find the ecstatic essence that may have once been the power of Jesus before His divine whitewashing by the Church.

A note to my religious readers:  I love you too.  Please accept my apologies if you find this blasphemous.  I’m not trying to insult anyone’s religion here, not any more than I was on Purim, our Last Supper Seder or our Chocolate Jesus, Horny Hannukah show.  I’m just trying to celebrate an erotic Easter Eve—Praise the Lord and the Ladies, the beautiful Bacchantes of Bacchus—which brings me to our guests…

FEATURED GUESTS

Idelsy Love: A beautiful bacchante indeed, as well as a sleek little fetish model and lover of latex, Idelsy is a DrSuzy.tv virgin.  But she’s not a virgin to some of our toys, such as our Jesus Jackhammer dildo handmade with loving care by Divine Interventions, which she handled while dressed in a latex nun’s habit…how’s that for blasphemy (especially since she grew up Catholic)? But, like the Pope, she quit that. Not the Catholic schoolgirl outfit, mind you… but Idelsy prefers latex: how it looks, feels, to be touched and to sweat when wearing it. She gets her outfits custom made by Miami’s Maggie Delena, and she takes them off on the Womb Room stage. In tune with the ancient “Feast of the Phalloi,” she arrays herself with a number of phallic objects: between her boobs, in her hand and in her mouth, as we shackle her like Jesus, with a lovely set of Tantric shackles from CalExotics. This Spring, the Earth rejoices to see a naked Idelsy love, freed from her shackles, with a phallic lollipop between her lips and a Jackhammer Jesus between her tits.

Pamela Balian:  While Idelsy covers herself with latex, this masseuse/model (also a DrSuzy.tv first-timer) covers herself with tattoos—and Nuru Gel. This is the tasteless, transparent and very slippery substance that lubricates a “Nuru Slide” or a “Nuru Massage,” the Japanese massage practice in which Pamela specializes. If we only knew earlier… because unfortunately she, and we, didn’t bring any Nuru Gel, or the slide, else we may have gotten some lucky recipients to get a Nuru Massage on stage… next time!  Inspired by her Masonic heritage, and her Bluebell tattoo, which traditionally signals a truthteller, Pamela tells us a truth about her recently losing her squirting virginity, to our very next guest.

Marcus London: Winner of the DrSuzy.TV award for “Best Historical X-Rated Movie” for his brilliant and meticulous Spartacus MMXII: In the Beginning (still only available on DVD—get it through Wicked Pictures), Marcus is also the “Squirt Instructor” who made five women squirt on his most recent visit to DrSuzy.tv, including me. He did that at a leisurely pace—about an hour—but he just broke some sort of crazy record by making five women squirt in 15 seconds!  Now that’s what you call a quickie.  Marcus doesn’t make anyone squirt this show (what with all the womenfold either being on the rag or paralyzed with giggles), but he does look very nice in his Easter egg blue shirt.  And he tells us about some exciting new projects he’s got in the pipeline, including an adult version of Mad Max (could be a bio-pic of my husband, but more likely an XXX take-off on the Mel Gibson series), a gay male version of Spartacus (though Marcus will be on the producing side only) and an XXX film featuring none other than Jesus Christ and the Magdalene called “Positions of the Cross.”  Blasphemy or adoration, Marcus agrees, Jesus erotica is hot stuff in the new age of Ethical Hedonism.

Se7en: Lucky Se7en, indeed. He gets to photograph and make Spring Feverish love to lovely Idelsy Love on a regular basis. Maybe it’s his long, stiff beard. It looks stiff, but can it be stiff enough for…? Hmm.  Anyway, Se7en (and Idelsy) are also lucky enough to win our Bacchanalian Grape-Kissing Contest—in which the object is to pass a grape back and forth between two kissing mouths, and see who goes for the longest—beating Marcus and Pamela and winning them that CalExotics set of Tantric cuffs.   Se7en loves Jesus, his love seeming to actually grow in the course of this show, attributing his grape-kissing win to having Jesus on his side, as he clutches His portrait worshipfully.

WEAPONS OF MASS DISCUSSION

Easter Eve, Passover, Persian New Year, Primavera, Bacchanalia, Spring Fever, Dionysus/Bacchus As God of Spring & Precursor to Jesus, Similarities Between Jesus & Dionysus/Bacchus, The Feast of the Phalloi, The Eleusinian Mysteries, The Myth of Persephone & The Origin of Spring, Mary Magdelene & Jesus as Lovers, Possible Pent-Up Sexual Jealousy Among Jesus’ (Gay?) Apostles, Possible Bisexual Nature of Jesus, “Feet” & Other Lower Body Parts as Euphemisms for Genitalia in the Bible, Some People are Turned on by Blasphemy, The Passion of The Christ by Mel Gibson vs The Last Temptation of Christ by Martin Scorsese, What’s Up With The New Pope?, Did the Pope Leave Because There Was a Gay Mafia in the Vatican That Was Going to be Compromised?, The Bonobo Way

PERFORMANCE EROTICA

Snake-Handling, Erotica-Stuffed Easter Eggs, Handmade Round Matzah From Israel, Performance Kissing, Latex Modeling, Jesus Jackhammer Between Boobs, Kissing Grape Game, Topless Modeling, Hysterical Giggling, Stripping to Christian Easter Music.

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Extra! Extra! Kink Month ClimaxXx & Halloween in BOOnoBOOville with Mistresses Eva Cruz, Freudian Slit, Cricket Rose, Holly Hawk, Jacquie Blu, Gypsy Bonobo this Saturday! Now playing on DrSuzyTv: Kink Month 4 with Domme Porcelain & more! Aroused by scary stuff or horror? As Dr. Suzy says, “A little bit of fear is like spice in your enchilada. But too much spoils the meat.” Need to talk about it? Call the Block Institute anytime at 213.291.9497. We’re here to help you with your Ghosts of Relationships Past and Demons of Taboo Desire throughout the Scary Season 😈

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Kink Month gets kinkier on the fourth great DrSuzy.Tv show of October, 2016— Mistress Porcelain is divine in her latex nun’s habit, Jacquie Blu’s happy butt gets the point; plus, a warm welcome back sexy Goddess Godiva, and a hot wax hello to Gypsy Bonobo. Kinky play, the bonobo-femdom way set to the tune of “The Kinkster,” by Carmina Formosa, aka [ai] (inspired by The Bonobo Way). Check out the blog and WATCH IT on DrSuzy.Tv. 

Nasty Women and Bad Hombres of Bonoboville. Photo: Abe Bonobo

Want another serving of kink? Get a two-day pass for DrSuzy.Tv. However, if you’re ready to let your kink flag fly, upgrade to a full month membership. Subscription includes access to loads of shows & tons of intimate backstage photos featuring your favorite Speakeasy Stars. Become a member today and enjoy these pleasures anytime! Turn on your DrSuzy.Tv | TRENDING: Kink Month 2015 I, II, III, IV. + Kink Month 2016: I, II, III, IV.

The Fetish Coloring Book by Magnus Frederiksen, “contains equal amounts of both naked women and men. Packed with over 50 images, it is a very not safe for work coloring book featuring bizarre and kinky fetishes and fantasies of all kinds. This adults-only coloring book is sure to arouse some attention. Let your kink flag fly with our holiday gift ideas at Block Books and liberate your inner bonobo with more fun book titles. And be sure to ask for The Bonobo Way at your favorite bookstore.

Dr. Susan Block’s “Night of the Masturbating Dead” with Kim Fowley, Mr. Exxx, Sophia Jade, Corpsy, Amanda Blow, Daniella, Brittany Blaze, Chris Gore, Brianna Belladonna & Jacky Joy. Photo: Irwin J

TRENDING: “Whip Me Again, Sam.“ BDSM can be scary for some, but consent is always sexy. 

Oh My Ghosts and Goddesses! Grab your Jesus Jackhammer Dildo! Cum, let us play…. it’s the Night of the Masturbating Dead! Rigor mortis blues? Shake the grave with a Halloween Orgy in “Night of The Fornicating Dead” now playing on DrSuzy.Tv. Bring your spooky season to a climax with Dr. Suzy‘s poem, Scary Sex: A Halloween Poem. Need more frights? Read about Bill Cosby’s Sleep Fetish or The Alchemy of Scary Sex.

Step 1 from the The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure is “see the bonobos.” Haven’t seen our furry, great ape cousins? Start off with ♫ OPERA for BONOBOS ♫ Dr. Suzy & Pr. Max’s Amazing 24th Wedding Anniversary at the San Diego Zoo. Want all 12 steps? Get the book. Remember: a portion of all proceeds go to help save the wild bonobos from extinction {8(:|).

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Add a little color to your favorite adult coloring book with this rainbow bright Prismacolor art set. Still haven’t found that special holiday gift? #UnlockthePossibilities. 

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Length:  1:03:08         Date:   Jan 8, 2008

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Length 1:26:46 Date: May 9, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

Mother’s Day is MILF Day on DrSuzy.Tv, as we continue celebrating Masturbation Month 2020 with two sexy guest MILFs—one of whom lactates and squirts for us—and we say farewell to the great Little Richard, Father of Rock ‘n’ Roll and sex revolutionary for our “Tutti Frutti” times.

Masked up and physical-distancing in the Womb Room. Photo: Harry Sapien

It’s our seventh Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse. Inspired by FDR’s Fireside Chats, our goal is to warm you up in times of hardship… as well as heat you up in times of hardness—or wetness.

No partner? No problem!

Remember, it’s the “M” Month.

Hands down (and between your legs); in self-isolation, the best sex is masturbation.

Photo 1: Selfie. Photos 2-5: Harry Sapien

And you know you need an erotic outlet during these bored, frightening, dazed and confusing times.

So quit yapping and get fapping!

Mom and Masturbation

It’s also Mother’s Day—technically Mother’s Day Eve—if you’re tuned in live.

How Mom reacts to our first forays into self-pleasure—whether she punishes, encourages, inhibits or ignores you—has a big influence on our developing sexuality.

I’ve often wondered: How can these apparently opposite celebrations—chaste and wholesome Mother’s Day and wild and whacky Masturbation Month—coexist in the same moon cycle?

It just doesn’t seem right.

Then again, solo sex is almost always the very first erotic activity of our lives. Even in utero, some of us touch ourselves. As babies, if we’re healthy, we play with any part of our bodies we can reach, but our genitals are especially exciting, because of the intensity of sensation.

For better and for worse, our beloved mothers are the ones who often “catch” us at this common pastime—which is really very innocent, albeit freighted with fears and concerns for many people.

Capt’n Max, Capt’n Mom and Me back in 1993. Photo: Steve Block

How Mom reacts to our first forays into self-pleasure—whether she punishes, encourages, inhibits or ignores you—has a big influence on our developing sexuality.

Like most kids, I started playing with myself at around the time I started playing. Fortunately, my own Dr. Spock-influenced mom didn’t punish or even inhibit me for masturbating. But she didn’t exactly encourage me, nor did she ignore my early efforts at muffin-buffin’.

She did warn me to cool it in public–like when she caught me holding the sprinkler under my crotch on the front lawn, or sliding my hand under my skirt during the boring parts of the Passover Seder.

Most likely, she was just trying to keep me from getting arrested, raped, chastised by other adults or thrown in the looney bin (nympho wing). At the very least, Mom’s pragmatic attitude didn’t denigrate my budding sexuality.

She was also, even in those golden olden days, decades before Coronavirus made hand-washing hip, concerned about hygiene.

“Suzy,” she chided, “Your hands are dirty, and it’s clean down there.”

She was right about my hands—probably sticky with peanut butter and jelly, playbox sand or something I’d pulled out of my nose.

More important to my sexual development, I will always appreciate her designation of my ladyparts as “clean.”

She wasn’t George Carlin (“If God had intended us not to masturbate, He—or She—would have made our arms shorter”) or even Truman Capote (“The good thing about masturbation is you don’t have to dress up for it”), but at least Mom had an oddly sex-positive way of attempting to regulate my masturbatory passions. I suppose that’s one reason I’ve taken such great joy in self-pleasure and felt so little shame about it all these years.

If you missed getting Mom a Hitachi this year, there’s always next Mother’s Day. Photo: Jux Lii (taken from his monitor while physical-distancing)

Thank you and Happy Mother’s Day, Mom in Heaven!

 So maybe May being shared by both Mother’s Day and Masturbation Month isn’t really so incongruous.

Then why not take it to the next level and give your Mom a Motorbunny or at least a Hitachi Magic Wand for a Mother’s Day present? One reason that the Hitachi is called a “massager” is so you can give one to your Mom, saying it’s for her back. Rest assured, she’ll know how to use it.

There’s also the even naughtier gift of getting your Mom laid by your best friend (or some reasonable facsimile). Though Barbara Scott, as played by Kay Parker, in Taboo, might appreciate that, it’s more likely to spring from the erotic theater of the mind of a son with a Mom fetish. Like Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg in Motherlover, but serious… or at least, seriously fantasizing.

Lots of guys, some gals (but mostly guys) and many gender-fluid people, have erotic fantasies about their mothers. Freud even came up with a name for the syndrome: the Oedipus Complex. If their ardor is not for their real mothers, perhaps a fantasy mom, an aunt, a special teacher, one of mom’s friends, a “mature” female celebrity or the sexy MILF next door.

Everyone loves MILFs!

National MILF Day is even a thing (though I think it should be international since MILF appreciation is certainly global)!

It’s the Bonobo Way!

Bonobos are not *just* great lovers; they’re also great mothers. And great MILFs (for their girlfriends’ sons).

Speaking of motherhood, May is also National Teen Pregnancy Prevention Month. And what better safe sex method is there for pregnancy prevention than the old five-finger knuckle shuffle?

Another good reason to make love to someone you love this month, and every month, especially if that someone is you.

And don’t forget to wash your hands before you do. Remember what my mama said!

My Mom (before she was a mom).

 Then you can lick your fingers…

 Mother Earth & Her Problem Children

In terms of the Coronapocalypse, the good news is that Quarantine is giving our Great Mother of us all, Mother Earth, a much needed break from the stinky, rotten, massively lethal messes made by her “smartest” and worst problem children.

Let’s chat about our Great Mother who is spanking us all with COVID-19 for making such a mess of her beautiful home (which is also our home)! Photo: Harry Sapien

The forefathers of various religions might punish you for “onanism” (even though the Biblical Onan wasn’t even masturbating; he was just practicing coitus interruptus), but Mother Earth doesn’t mind.

In fact, She blesses us for practicing self-pleasure with easy orgasms.

And who knows… an orgasm a day might keep the Coronavirus away!

The bad news (well, some of the bad news) is that COVID-19 can be transmitted via semen, which experts said wasn’t true a few weeks ago, but now they say it is.

It’s all so confusing!

Not that you could easily have sex in person anyway—unless your dick is six feet long, or you’re using a sex toy on the end of a broomstick.

Masturbation is Ecosexual. We do it with Mother Earth’s blessings. Photo: Selfie

Or you could just masturbate!

Make it interpersonal by having phone sex, camming or sexting.

Want to know more about all of that?

Of course, you do. It’s looking more and more like the future of sex.

Look into my crystal ball… tune into Marabelle Blue’s excellent interview with me on KEM Top Talk radio, where we delve into the ins and outs of masturbation, phone sex and other kinds of virtual sex as well as phone sex therapy and healing your sexual shame…

More good news for Mother Earth: The Trumpus’ poll numbers are plummeting!

More bad news: He’s still our Presidunce, and the American death count is rising, even as this Tyrannical Toddler and his mostly Caucasian cult followers insist on “opening” the country prematurely, bringing back noxious pollution, hurting Mother Earth and sending thousands of “essential” workers (most notoriously in the meat-packing industry) and their family members to their deaths.

Photos: Harry Sapien

Talk about a problem child. This Big Baby-in-Chief definitely has Mommy Issues.

RIP Little Richard, Tutti Frutti Sex Revolutionary

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Before we open up our Bedside Chat to our fabulous guests, we say farewell to the one and only Little Richard who just left Mother Earth on his way to Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven.

Not *just* the Father of Rock ‘n’ Roll, Little Richard was also an erotic pioneer for the Sexual Revolution and Gay Liberation… paving the way for many people to embrace their own not-so-straight sexuality.

It was cancer, not the coronavirus, that took the life of the 87-year-old rock music pioneer known to the world as Little Richard.

But Good Golly Miss Molly, it’s still hard to lose such a blessing to our culture, especially when gifted ground-breakers like Little Richard seem to be rarer than ever.

In fact, there was nobody like Richard Wayne Penniman, the dirt-poor dishwasher who transformed himself into the self-dubbed “Architect of Rock ‘n’ Roll.” Yes, his ego was big as his towering hairdo, but he deserved that honor and many more, profoundly influencing the Beatles, the Stones, Elvis, Hendrix, Bowie, Patti Smith, Prince, MJ, everybody!

Not only did he inspire future generations of rock, Little Richard was also an erotic pioneer for the Sexual Revolution and Gay Liberation. I’m no music critic, but as a sexologist, I’d like to credit him with paving the way for many people to embrace their own not-so-straight sexuality.

He called himself “omnisexual” which is pretty much the same as “pansexual,” aka bonoboesque. In other words, he liked everybody. He was married, dated women and loved it when the ladies in his audience threw their panties at him as he performed, but he was also very much into guys. An avid cuckold, he enjoyed watching his girlfriends have sex with other men (which got him busted for “lewd conduct” in Macon, Georgia). Other times, he’d just get it on with the men himself; no girlfriend necessary.

However, Little Richard was a devout Christian whose father kicked him out of the family home for being “gay,” so he struggled with his desires for men throughout his life. He often denied or proclaimed that he’d “conquered” those feelings. Then, a few years or minutes later, he’d confess that he always was and always would be attracted to men.

Interestingly, he never seemed to struggle with what we call “crossdressing”—even making it an aspect of being a successful “crossover” musician in such segregated times. He later opined that his effeminate manner made him seem less of a threat to insecure white men who gave him easier access to “whites only” venues.

Little Richard was the King and the Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll. His style was aggressively feminine: the bouffant pompadour, pancake makeup, mascara, powder like his beautiful mother used, lots of glitter and flamboyant fashions during a very grey-flannel-suited time when flamboyance was not “in” for any man but Liberace.  Indeed, this was years before Ziggy Stardust touched Earth and decades before Sir Elton donned his sequin shades or RuPaul’s Drag Race was even warming up.

Then there was Little Richard’s first major hit, “Tutti Frutti.” Sounds sweet as candy, but what is it?

When I first heard the song, I felt he was singing about me, “Got a gal named Sue / She knows just what to do.”

Though I had no clue what to do.

“A-wop-bop, a-loo-mop, a-lop-bam-boom” was, apparently, the answer, but what was that?

Years later, I learned the true meaning of the mysteriously tasty Tutti Frutti: anal sex.

The original lyrics he couldn’t record in-studio were “Tutti Frutti, good booty / If it’s tight, it’s all right / If it don’t fit, don’t force it / You can grease it, make it easy…”

So Little Richard was a sex educator too, teaching us how to make sweet backdoor love without force and with a lot of lube.

He wasn’t shy about the centrality of his libido, though he usually framed it with a disarming rhyme. When asked about rockabilly music, Little Richard didn’t miss a beat, “I don’t know about rockabilly, but I been rockin’ willy for years.”

Last but not at all least, Little Richard was a great integrator, bringing black and white people together from their strictly segregated sections of the club, sock hop or concert hall and into the aisles to dance. It was revolutionary, it was very bonobo and it’s the type of revolution we as a society need again and again and right now.

We love you, Little Richard, and we are grateful for all you have done for our sexuality, our culture and to heal the wounds of our bigotry.

Little Richard Rising from the Fire.

Go get that Tutti Frutti Booty in Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven, Baby!

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Mom & Domme

Our first guest joining us via Zoom from San Francisco is Avarice Noir, a MILF who also happens to be a FemDom.

Interviewing Avarice Noir, Mom and Domme.

We chat about the challenges of balancing motherhood and sex work in a society that generally doesn’t *see* mothers as sex workers or vice versa.

Fortunately, the Coronapocalypse isn’t hurting Avarice too much.

Even though the John-in-Chief refuses to acknowledge that sex work is work and send COVID-19 relief checks to sex workers, Avarice did receive a check thanks to her “other” job in the food industry.

Of course, one measly $1200 check doesn’t make a dent in a San Franciscan’s expenses, but it’s $1200 more than most American sex workers are getting.

Lusty Ladies Sunshine and Avarice

Avarice Noir met Sunshine (rocking her “Happy MILF Day” tank top) when they were both strippers at the Lusty Lady in San Francisco.

At that point, Avarice’s child was just two, so she was lactating. She even let Sunshine suckle some of the milk from her breast, an experience that Sunshine has never forgotten.

Avarice isn’t lactating anymore, but our lactation conversation leads us to examining the rather erotic depictions of “The Lactation of St. Bernard.”

No, this has nothing to do with big shaggy Alpine dogs.

It’s the tale of a Catholic saint who had a “vision” (which, as a sex therapist, I would call a “fantasy”) that the Virgin Mother Mary squirted her divine breast milk into his open mouth. Some versions have her squirting it into his eye, instantly curing him of some sort of ancient eye infection.

Apparently, this story had a profound effect on Sunshine when she was an art student and studied paintings of the piety-laced lactation-fetish “miracle” in her art history class.

Some depictions show Mary taking a break from nursing the future Savior of Humanity, squeezing her Holy Bosom, a long shimmering arc of Virgin Mother’s Milk flowing forth in lucky Bernie’s direction.

Avarice isn’t currently lactating, but she does show us some of the bondage toys she uses to discipline her clients, including a shiny, sinister-looking cock cage that acts as a chastity device.

It’s kind of an “anti-masturbation” device, she explains, as we discuss Masturbation Month, for those who have a fetish for being frustrated.

Though many submissive men fantasize about a dominant mother or “Domme-y Mommy,” Avarice doesn’t get such requests. Maybe she will when she’s a little older.

When I ask her why she chose the name “Avarice,” which would make a great name for a FinDom (financial dominatrix) as it means “greedy,” she explains that she is not just greedy for money, but for many other good things in life.

Happy Mother’s Day, Avarice!

Avarice shows off her “anti-masturbation” cock cage.

And to all Moms who are Dommes or other types of sex workers: We love and appreciate you all.

TRIGGER WARNING
The following section contains explicit images of beautiful female nudity and uncensored sexuality. Proceed at your own risk (you’ll be glad you did).

Meet The Lebowskis: Bunnie & the Dude

Next up via Zoom is porno couple Bunnie and the Dude.

Bedside Chat with the loving, camming Lebowskis, Bunnie and the Dude, on DrSuzy.Tv

If you like the Coen Brothers’ irreverent cinematic ode to bowling and pedicures, The Big Lebowski, you’ll love The Lebowskis.

In fact when Bunnie met the Dude, one of the many things that drew them together was their love for the 1998 cult comedy.

Bunnie is just as sexy as “Bunny” (no, that’s not a typo; they spell it differently), The Big Lebowski’s title character’s resident sex worker/trophy wife (played by Tara Reid), though a lot more down to earth.

“Will you suck cock for $1000?” I ask Bunnie, referencing one of Bunny’s great lines.

“I’ll just go find a cash machine,” deadpans the Dude, referencing the response of the original Dude (Jeff Bridges).

Momma Mammaries.

While Bunny and the Dude in the movie have an inherently problematic relationship, to say the least, this Bunnie and Dude seem made for each other.

They are the perfect porno couple; exuberant, exhibitionistic, affectionate, caring, in love and in lust.

They’re also funny enough to be a comedy team, but they like Bunnie sex and Dude-ishness too much to derail their home-based porno project.

AND they just had a baby!

This is why Bunnie’s a little late to our interview; she was feeding the kid.

Which means, yes, she’s lactating.

When the Dude confesses to sharing the other Dude’s preference for White Russians, I have to ask if he drinks them with breast milk.

Yes, El Duderino affirms, he most certainly does.

Wow! Lactating Mother on Mother’s Day

Then Bunnie pulls out one of her gorgeous, gigantic (36G), all-natural boobs, squeezing her right nipple until a pearl of breast milk emerges.

His Dudeness licks that sweet stuff up: the perfect White Russian, minus the vodka and Kahlua.

Boobalicious Bunnie and the Abiding Dude also revel in being “hairy,” a burgeoning fetish among fans who prefer their porn stars to be au naturel rather than shaved and hairless.

To start the Lebowski Hairy Tour, Bunnie makes a point of showing off her hirsute armpit hair which His Dudeness makes a point of licking.

Of course, like the original Duderino, this Dude has a bushy beard, even bushier than the original. Or maybe just being a new dad means no time for trimming.

Then again, maybe his trichophile fans prefer it that way, along with his hairy chest, of course.

No manscaping for this Dude!

But it’s Bunnie’s luxuriant bush that beckons us.

Does that make us pubephiles?

Political animal that I am, I feel moved to differentiate Bunnie’s “good bush” from the Bad Bush who occupied the White House from 2001-2008, lied and cheated America into two horrific and fruitless Perma Wars, botched his response to the Katrina disaster and, despite his recent attempts at rehabilitation, will never live down being America’s worst Presidunce… besides tRump.

Not only is Bunnie’s vulva bushy, it’s ginger! This is a delightful surprise since her head hair is a medium brown.

Happy MILF Day Kiss

Bunnie’s bush inspires Sunshine’s to come out from under her panties.

My own wondrous vulva isn’t very bushy, but it comes out anyway.

I haven’t seen this many pussies since Labia Day!

Thanks to our requests and her exhibitionism, soon Bunnie is completely naked, legs spread, balancing on her toes, reminding us that she’s an amateur gymnast.

The Dude then begins his expert fingering (aka masturbating her), and before we can say, “It’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters,” she’s squirting.

What a beautiful baptism for MILF Day!

What a beautiful, versatile couple. They even did “pregnancy porn” when Bunnie was expecting.

The one thing they have yet to do is anal sex. No “Tutti Frutti” for the Lebowskis… yet.

With their fans clamoring for it, they are prudently saving Bunnie’s virgin butthole for “later.”

Meanwhile, they share numerous other sexual activities, and they are thriving in the Coronapocalypse.

Even though she’s a brand new mom, Bunnie loves sex and couldn’t wait to get back into camming as soon as she healed from giving birth.

What true sex performers!

We appreciate them both and look forward to having them back on the show, maybe in-person when they’re in LA, post-Coronapocalypse.

Meanwhile… Happy MILF, MILF-lovers and Mother’s Day to the Lebowskis and all the sexy parents and child-free “parent figures” out there!

Happy Mother’s Day and Merry Masturbation Month to the Godmother of Masturbation, Dr. Betty Dodson. Photo: Harry Sapien

A special shout-out to my own child-free masturbation “mom,” actually the “Godmother of Masturbation,” who taught me things my biological mother never would in her seminal book, Sex for One (then called Liberating Masturbation), Dr. Betty Dodson.

She Bop, We Bop, A-Wop-Bop, a-Loo-Mop, a-Lop-Bam-Boom!

“Social Distancing” is an inherently misleading phrase for what we’re doing in the Coronapocalypse since many of us are as social as ever; we’re just connecting through social media.

Bonoboville Banditos. Photo: Jux Lii (taken from his monitor while watching DrSuzy.Tv from his quarantine)

COVID-19 isn’t social; you can’t catch it through Twitter (though all those Trending Topics can drive you insane).

You catch it through physical proximity to someone who has it, especially if they’re coughing and sneezing all over you, or even just exhaling near you.

That’s why we need physical distancing.

Still, it’s not an exact science, and even our most esteemed scientists, along with our sleazy politicians, are giving us mixed messages about how to maintain physical distance as American “opens” for work and play.

Photo 1: Harry Sapien.  Photos 2 & 3: Sunshine McWane.  Photos 3 & 5: Selfies

My way of handling physical distancing is to mask up as we set up and start the show.

Then, with the crew at a distance, Sunshine and I, keeping our six-foot-apart distance (more or less) take off our masks to interview our guests on Zoom.

Post-show, we put the masks back on to pose for a few post-show photos with Capt’n Max, Ana (another great Mom and MILF) and Miguel.

Speaking of Moms and masturbation, Sunshine says her mom never discussed the subject, except to let her daughter know (as an adult) that her favorite Cyndi Lauper song from her childhood, “She-Bop,” is all about it.

That explains Uncle Siggy’s Master Bingo and the self-service station.

Indeed, she bop, he bop, we bop.

And in the words of the immortal Francois de la Brioskee, “Everybody bops” (especially in quarantine).

Technically, Capt’n Max and I could have any type of sex, since we are sheltering together, but we bop too.

At least, mutual bopping is a favorite sexual activity of ours, as it is for so many couples.

Photos: Selfies

Thus, we bop our way into “a-wop-bop, a-loo-mop, a-lop-bam-boom” heaven.

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by Dr. Susan Block.

My 5th Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse features one of adult film history’s greatest stars, now a Native Cherokee healer, the amazing Hyapatia Lee.

Bedside Chat with Hyapatia Lee on DrSuzy.Tv

Inspired by FDR’s Fireside Chats of the Great Depression, these Bedside Chats aim to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable” (with a hat tip to Finley Peter Dunne) in another time of tremendous turmoil in America.

Everyone in Bonoboville is rocking a mask; some have on two masks.

Getting in touch with my feline animal nature, I wear a cheetah-print, homemade, bandana mask to match my lingerie.

Creatures of the Mask. Photo: Harry Sapien

Sunshine McWane, Capt’n Max and most of the crew go with classical surgical style masks, though there are a couple of homemade beauties.

We are Creatures of the Mask.

It’s almost to the point where showing the mouth and nose in public are as taboo as the cock and balls.

Well, not quite… not yet.

Photos 1 & 3: Selfies.  Photos 2, 4, 5, 6, 7: Harry Sapien

Meanwhile, the death count rises higher per capita in America than any other country. The Trumpus finally found something he could “Be Best” at. Is this his 50th birthday present for Melania?

The Coronavirus is bad enough. Exacerbated by the Trump Virus, it could kill us all.

“How about Lysol Jell-O Shots provided free in your Vegas hotel room minibar?”

Jim Jones told people to drink poisoned Kool-Aid. Now the Trumpus tells people to inject Clorox into their lungs.

When the experts quickly extinguish his *idea* like a dumpster fire, and everyone else mocks him, he says he was using “sarcasm.”

Sure Donny. You meant to sell us on Clorox Chewables in mint and fruit flavors. Maybe shove a Mr. Clean up your ass? Or Draino down your throat? “Try it. What do you have to lose?” croons the death-dealing Carnival Barker-in-Chief.

How about Lysol Jell-O Shots provided free in your Vegas hotel room minibar courtesy of loony Las Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goodman opening up Sin City to all sinners, comers and dumb-and-dumbers?

Though she personally will not be on the casino floor welcoming the brave gamblers she’s inviting to play an exciting game of Russian roulette, explaining “I have a family” (as if nobody else does) to Anderson Cooper, whose face hits the palm on that one.

Is America opening up or dying down? An edgy dread is in the air, mixed with bits of hope, punctuated by real people actually dying… sometimes people we know.

Ready to take the Clorox Challenge. Photo: Harry Sapien

They say, “Everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” but I don’t think Corona got the memo.

Hyapatia Lee, Cherokee Blessed Woman

Seems like a good time to give our brains a break that’s also an enlightening life lesson.

Cherokee “Blessed Woman” Hyapatia Lee on DrSuzy.Tv.

Seems like a great time to have a Bedside Chat with a very special woman, a shining star in several different fields, a survivor, a thriver, an entertainer and an inspiration.

Hyapatia Lee is a Native American spiritual guide, three-quarters Cherokee and honored with the title, “Cherokee Blessed Woman.”

For decades, she studied with medicine men and women around the world, serving as the Blessed Woman for the Lost River Band of the Cherokees where she conducted healing ceremonies, sweat lodges, taught the Cherokee language and her Native Strength alternative to contemporary mental health care.

Holding NATIVE STRENGTH by Hyapatia Lee

A prolific author, she’s also written a series of Native Strength books, including The First Step on the Path to an Indomitable Life.

Hyapatia Lee, Porn Legend

But you might know Hyapatia Lee from a different side of her multi-faceted life, and that would be her iconic career as one of the most popular, beautiful and creative adult stars ever to grace a cinematic bed.

An “exotic” alternative to the more conventional porno blonde, Hyapatia entered the adult industry in the early 1980s, towards the end of the Golden Age of Porn, when the whole genre was pivoting from movie theaters to home video releases.

Those were the last glory years when adult films were pretty much like other Hollywood films, but with a little something extra: explicit hardcore sex.

Inducted into the AVN and XRCO Halls of Fame and given the Free Speech Coalition’s Lifetime Achievement award, among other accolades, Hypatia Lee may have left the adult industry in the early 1990s, but she will forever be a legend in the world of cinematic sex.

“When 12-year-old Vicky told her Baptist minister about her stepfather’s abuse, he said, ‘Let’s pray for your forgiveness’”

We’re all excited and delighted to have this fascinating woman join us via Skype from her home, sheltering-in-place, in Colorado.

I actually had the pleasure of meeting Hyapatia in the late 1980s when she filmed an interview or a scene with Geraldo Rivera (most recently dragged for defending tRump’s claim of sarcasm for those disinfectant injection comments) at my office.

Welcome Hyapatia Lee to DrSuzy.Tv

I hadn’t seen much porn at that time, but I knew who Hyapatia Lee was, and I was very impressed by how down-to-earth and sweet this gorgeous celebrity was to little old unknown me.

A Difficult, Abusive Childhood

We begin our Bedside Chat with a discussion of her mellifluous name, “Hyapatia,” spelled with an “a,” to respectfully differentiate herself from her namesake, Hypatia, the great pagan philosopher of Alexandria.

Hypatia of Alexandria and Hyapatia Lee

Personally, I think the original Hypatia, one of the first female theorists in Western history, would have reciprocated the respect. In choosing the appellation, young Vicky Lynch (Lee’s birth name) identified with the ancient Egyptian philosopher’s unflagging pursuit of truth and her rise to the heights of academic honor in a patriarchal world, as well as with her horrific end: gang-murdered by a Christian mob.

Fortunately, Hyapatia is very much alive.

Hooray for Hyapatia – survivor, thriver, inspiration.

However, over the course of her life, she too has been abused and misused by a Christian, patriarchal, sex-denigrating system, for being a practicing Cherokee, for being a sex worker and just for being a pretty young girl trying to grow up in the house of her violent stepfather and often negligent mother.

When 12-year-old Vicky told her Baptist minister about her stepfather’s abuse, he said, “Let’s pray for your forgiveness” (italics mine). That was the last straw. She fled that evil stepfather for her Cherokee grandmother who taught her about Native American beliefs and practices, kept “secret” because in those days, it was illegal to practice Native religions. Though Vicky’s mother had thoroughly assimilated to the Western system, her grandmother put her in touch with the old ways that gave her the “Native Strength” to soar like an eagle out of depression and obscurity and into the hearts of millions.

Around that time, Vicky was diagnosed with multiple personalities, aka Dissociative Identity Disorder, but she has since rejected that diagnosis. Everyone has different sides to themselves, she reasons; different masks we put on and take off, out of fear, shame or in reaction to abuse.

We chat about the masks that we wear in society, both physical and metaphorical.

When Hyapatia talks about Mayan masks, I put one on that I just happen to have tucked into my couch (thanks Agwa)!

Physical masks being part of our common costume nowadays, Hyapatia talks about the sacred Mayan masks that endow the wearers with divine powers.

Hopefully, the masks we’re wearing have such magical abilities; to protect ourselves from COVID-19, we need all the divine power we can get.

Whereupon I pull out my paper Mayan mask which I just so happen to have tucked into the couch (courtesy of Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur), much to Hyapatia’s delight.

Whether used for protection, conjuring or just roleplay, masks are inherently theatrical. Growing up under the specter of abuse, Hyapatia found refuge in theater, music and dancing, where she excelled. She even started a band—W4IK—and released 2 albums.

“’In the Native American tradition, sex sits at the center of the Medicine Wheel… Sex was seen as beautiful and not something that caused shame.’”

She found fame—or maybe fame found her—when she won the title of Miss Nude Galaxy—twice. Each time, adult film producers invited her to make a movie. Though she declined at first, she eventually accepted and soon became an international adult film sensation.

Hyapatia Lee in Penthouse. Photo: Bob Guccione

When asked for her best memories of working in the adult industry, she sings the praises of adult impresario Harry Mohney (who happens to own the Las Vegas Erotic Museum where I received my honorary Ph.D. from the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality) with whom she worked via his Caribbean Films company in her first years, starting with The Young Like It Hot.

Her last years provided her “worst” memories.

Hyapatia tells it like it is.

Listen to the show above or watch below to hear Hyapatia tell it like it was working for Vivid Video.

Suffice to say this lady does not pull her punches!

Though her feelings about working in porn are pretty mixed, she’s not ashamed of what she did or who she is.

In Native Strength, she writes, “In the Native American tradition, sex sits at the center of the Medicine Wheel… sex between two or more consenting adults was understood to be part of the human experience. Sex was seen as beautiful and not something that caused shame.”

Hyapatia talks about Native American attitudes towards sex in terms of the Medicine Wheel of Life.

She also notes that for thousands of years before Gay Pride Parades, Native American cultures have treated “two spirit people” (whom we might call trans or gender-fluid individuals) with compassion and respect.

Ribald Tales of Canterbury

Hyapatia’s biggest adult film was one of the most extravagant and expensive ever made, The Ribald Tales of Canterbury which she wrote (along with Geoffrey Chaucer, the original author of The Canterbury Tales), and starred in as the Hostess.

Hyapatia talks about her biggest film, The Ribald Tales of Canterbury, which she wrote, starred in and played violin. Photo: Harry Sapien

It’s a tour de force performance with lavish costumes on loan from Universal Studios, a witty script that I’m sure ol’ Geoff would be proud to co-write, not-bad acting, compelling character development and hot explicit sex.

Plus lots of natural bush.

Hot & Hairy Threesome in The Ribald Tales of Canterbury.

What do you expect in Medieval England—or early 80s America?

Something for everyone, you might say.  Yet this type of elaborate film is a dinosaur.

We show a clip from The Ribald Tales of Canterbury featuring Hostess Hyapatia telling the erotic tale of a Gypsy dancer (also played by Hyapatia), in love with two brothers, who makes a deal with the Devil to be with both.

It may not be Casablanca, but Hyapatia’s screen presence is utterly captivating, her lust for the Gypsy brothers wholly believable, yet also very funny, and she even plays the violin—exquisitely!

“’The more greedy people become and the more crowded our living conditions are, the more diseases we find ourselves suffering from.’”

She’s acted in a few “mainstream” films, such as Killing Obsession (where she plays a sex worker who gets murdered) and in the TV series Gigolos.

But her adult oeuvre is what will live on into moviemaking eternity.

Hyapatia is also featured in one of the most famous issues of Penthouse Magazine (the one that “Miss America 1994” Vanessa Williams was in).

Hyapatia Lee in Penthouse. Photos: Bob Guccione

Her gorgeous, glamorous photos were shot by the master himself, Bob Guccione, whom Max worked with back in the day, and whom she declares to be her favorite photographer.

Rebellion of the Animals

Hyapatia’s current work might not be as sensational as her porn career, but it is deeply relevant to our diseased and uneasy times.

Native Americans respect the power and integrity of nonhuman animals.

Listen above, watch below or read her book to discover the overlapping meanings of Native Strength.

One of the stories Hyapatia tells that rings truer than ever in the Coronapocalypse is “The Rebellion of the Animals.”

“You may have noticed the more greedy people become and the more crowded our living conditions are, the more diseases we find ourselves suffering from,” she explains.

If we didn’t notice this before, we sure do now!

According to this ancient Native American myth, the nonhuman animals—angry that humans are hunting them for sport and greed, not just for need—gather together to devise a scheme to get back at (and slow down) humanity by giving us the curse of disease.

With most experts agreeing that Coronavirus comes from nonhuman animal transmission to humans—and with quarantine reducing pollution levels that bring the birds, bees, monkeys and dophins back to areas formerly inhabited by humans only—this doesn’t seem like such a “myth.”

Sunshine chats with Hyapatia

The other part of the story describes how the plants then get together to help humans combat these diseases with cures that can be found in their leaves, roots, seeds and flowers.

So, whether we find a vaccine in the laboratory or the jungle, there’s hope!

Speaking of nonhuman animals, we talk about our favorites. Of course, mine are bonobos, and I’m pleased to hear that Hyapatia loves bonobos too.

But she also has special affection for the deer and rabbits that visit her property, as well as horses, like the late great stallion on the cover of Native Strength.

Pr. Max takes a puff in honor of cannabis advocate and High Times columnist Hyapatia Lee. Photo: Harry Sapien

In terms of plants, she’s a big advocate of the benefits of cannabis and a writer for High Times.

“It’s a power grab, a land grab and a typical Trumpus casino grab.”

Times have been tough for Native Americans since Columbus accidentally bumped into the place they called “Turtle Island.”

In some ways, with greater awareness, things have gotten better lately. But they’ve also gotten worse.

Recently, the tRump administration revoked reservation status of Mashpee Wampanoag Tribe for more than 300 acres in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, destroying the tribal infrastructure in the middle of the Coronavirus pandemic.

Whacking our Trumpus Voodoo Doll for stealing Native American land. Photo: Harry Sapien

It’s a terrible bully move against a tribe that has lived on that land for over 12,000 years and happened to be the first Native Americans to encounter the Pilgrims, providing them with food for the first Thanksgiving and much more that made the difference between survival and annihilation for those Mayflower sailors who went onto practically annihilate their Native benefactors.

It’s a power grab, a land grab and a typical Trumpus casino grab, since the Mashpee Wampanoag tribe had plans for a big casino that would compete with Rhode Island casinos that are all up inside tRump’s noxious rump.

Hyapatia and I agree that this Presidunce is bad for Natives and just about every other American, except maybe a few greedy billionaires, ammosexuals, Confederate flag-wavers and Purell price gougers.

In so many ways, I feel like Hyapatia and I are soul sisters. I could chat with her about sexuality and spirituality for hours, and our 90 minutes together flies by like 90 seconds.

There is still so much I’d like to chat about with her. Sunshine too, since they were both feature dancing in Guam where Hyapatia also encountered some of her Native medicine teachers.

Well, she’ll just have to join us again soon for another Bedside Chat!

Blessed by Cherokee Blessed Woman Hyapatia Lee

Thank you for sharing your beauty, grace and wisdom with us, Hyapatia Lee.

Biggest Buns in Sin City

Next we pivot to Vegas where we hook up with camgal and “100% Italian” MiLF (though she doesn’t actually speak Italian), Isabella Caracci.

Welcome Isabella Caracci to DrSuzy.Tv.

A native of Wilmington, Delaware (home of my first serious boyfriend), Isabella has been camming for over a decade.

When I ask her specialty, she turns around slowly, lifts up her black dress and shows off her immense buttocks.

Seriously, folks, I don’t mean to get too objectifying here, but that’s one huge ass, proportionately speaking.

Maximum Gluteus Maximus

Interesting shape too. Not to everyone’s taste, of course, but in these days of porno niche-marketing, she can shake that money maker like a slot machine.

Speaking of the slots, no, Bella is not on board with Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goldman’s determination to “open” Vegas for all kinds of COVID-19 spreading business.

Or let’s just say when Vegas opens, Bella will be self-quarantining in her room (which she pretty much did before the Coronapocalypse anyway), showing off that tremendous posterior for her cam customers.

And speaking of camming, get ready for Masturbation Month, Brothers and Sisters…

It’s coming!

Bonoboville Communion with Clorox

Just a teensy bit high on Corona beer (which doesn’t transmit or cure you of the Coronavirus, though don’t be surprised if the Trumpus touts it on his next press conference), Sunshine comes up with the bright idea of doing Bonoboville Communion and Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style with Clorox shots.

Photos: Harry Sapien

Clorox shots?

From his COVID-19 bully pulpit, the Presidunce is telling us to inject disinfectant, so why not drink it?

Taking the tRump Covid Cure: Waterboarding Clorox. Photo: Harry Sapien

Since we’re physical-distancing, we can’t lick the sacred Himalayan Pink Communion Salt off each other’s altars (breasts).

So, we just lick our own.

Sunshine takes tRump’s Clorox Challenge. Photo: Harry Sapien

Joining us from Vegas, Bella pulls out her bountiful boobs.

Though compared to her voluminous butt, they’re downright petite.

LiVE from Las Vegas: It’s Bella’s Boobs!

Then it’s time for Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style with… Clorox?

Clorox is clear like water, which is what we’re really drinking…

Or is it vodka?

Whatever it is, we survive.

And thrive!

RIP Dorothy Block Adelstein

Before we go, I say good-bye to my dear cousin Dorothy Block Adelstein who passed away in New York on the morning of this broadcast after a long and painful struggle with cancer.

Though she didn’t die of the Coronavirus, due to the pandemic, our family—like thousands of American families—can’t give her a funeral.

We can only say good-bye in private and virtual memorials.

Dorothy Block Adelstein

What a beautiful, smart, spiritual, sexy, vivacious, vibrant human being Dorothy was during her all-too-short time on Earth, a good friend, great mother, wonderful dancer and a sharp wit, delighting us all with her charm and kindness.

Until we meet again, wherever you are, dear Dot, I love you.

After-Show Love

The love flows on throughout the little village of Bonoboville in quarantine and into the masked and somewhat muted after-party.

After-Show Masked Banquet. Photo: Selfie

After all, you can’t really eat, drink or kiss through a mask, let alone have a decent orgy.

Ana and Miguel makes some luscious pasta and fresh hummus, and the Corona beer flows freely.

Photos 2,3,5: Sunshine McWane.  Photo 4: Harry Sapien

We’re not exemplary mask wearers, putting them on, then taking them off to grab a bite or a sip, then putting them back on again.

Well, we’re trying!

Maked Inamoratos. Photo: Selfie

At least, I have there’s one person I can kiss and touch, my darling hubby of 28 years, my witness, Prince, butler, collaborator and best friend, Capt’n Max.

As our masks fall away, revealing our true faces of infinite bonoboesque love…

We collapse orgasmically into each other’s disinfected arms, cannabis-colored visions of Canterbury dancing in our heads to the haunting tune of a Gypsy fiddle.

Then off we drift into dreams of being nonhuman animals, great steeds galloping together through heavenly meadows filled with fragrant, healing plants and supremely intelligent wildflowers.

Photos: Selfies

© April 25, 2020 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 213-291-9497.

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Length: 99:17 minutes        Date: 06/04/2011

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Jetstreaming into June with a cast of high-fliers, veteran sex performers, hot fledglings, hip producers, feminist hemp activists, soaring superheroes, flying pink piglets and bouncing blonde bonobos, this fun and boobalicious episode of The Dr. Susan Block Show climaxes with an epic chain spanking of flying palms and fingers, dedicated to spanking out the American Perma-Wars and spreading peace through pleasure around the world.

Featured Guests

Erica McLean: Director and producer of the “Flying Pink Pig” porn trilogy, as well as “Hardcore Circus, “Flying Solo” and  “Alice,” Erica makes her third appearance on The Dr. Susan Block Show—going gracefully topless, wearing invisible panties and promoting her comic erotic film(s) parodying LA’s gourmet food truck phenomenon.   In honor of Erica combining life’s two great pleasures—food and sex (more…)

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Length: 90:10 minutes

Date: 05/29/2010

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 Sex therapist Dr. Susan Block talks about erotic hypnosis and erotic hypnotherapy on The Doctors. This clip also features Daniele Watts and Chef Be*Live talking about their experiences under hypnosis with Dr. Suzy, trigger words, hands-free orgasms and the tremendous healthful value of orgasms in general.

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Den of Iniquity 20th Anniversary Celebration on DrSuzy.Tv: Mistress Cybill Troy, Dr. Susan Block, Mistress Tara Indiana (Standing); Vicky Vixen, Oh Maya, Kelly Surfer. Photo: JuxLii

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Freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac. But restraint is a close second. So it is with great pleasure (and a little bit of pain) that we celebrate the triumphal 20th anniversary of the Den of Iniquity, world-famous bi-coastal BDSM parlor(s) of consensual horror(s), on DrSuzy.Tv. If you love female domination, leather, fetish or fantasy, you really ought to RSVP for the biggest, baddest BDSM event of the season this Saturday night at DOILA, or at DOINY for the Saturday after that. With a party on each coast, you have no excuse not to go and have your world rocked.

The Den of Iniquity’s founder and Pro-Domme-in-Chief, the elegant, imperious, much-beloved and feared Mistress Tara Indiana, now celebrating her 25th year as a pro-domme, is our featured guest of the night. Like all the best pro-dommes, Tara is a natural dominant who started out in life as the quintessential “Daddy’s Little Girl,” and went on to become a pioneer of the contemporary American BDSM scene.

Years ago, I happened to meet Ms. Tara through our mutual colleague, the fabulous Mistress Genevieve, when we were in New York for the wet and wild world premiere of Dr. Suzy’s Squirt Salon at the Cinekink Film Festival. A dinner and party ensued, but then we lost touch, and somehow nine years slipped by (and we can thank Erika Icon of The Rub PR for bringing us back together). Time has miraculously left Ms. Tara looking younger, slimmer and stronger. Whether that’s due to “nature or nurture” (one of this show’s Weapons of Mass Discussion), or guided by her inspiration, Catwoman (the Julie Newmar version of Batman’s slinky feline foe), we might give some credit to the rejuvenating power of BDSM.

Our other featured guest is beautiful Ninja-FemDom-Sadist Cybill Troy, who, as Tara puts it, “was just a gleam in your father’s eye when I was beating the shit out of senators,” and is now the Den of Iniquity’s Head Mistress. What’s different about domination now versus back in the day? “Shame,” regretfully replies young Cybill, “there’s no more shame in BDSM.”

Tara agrees, “Shame is hot.” Georges Bataille, philosopher of erotic transgression, would also concur. It’s one of those maddening ironies of human sexuality: Weaned on gazillions of blatant and subtle sex-negative memes, many of us feel sex has to be bad (or taboo) to be good. When my sex therapy clients ask for help “getting rid” of an unwanted fetish, I caution that though you can’t will a fetish away, but you can reduce its power over you just by feeling less ashamed of it. The catch is that then you lose your desire for it, which sometimes means you lose your sense of erotic desire altogether. What to do when shame itself makes you hardest or wettest? For everyone, there’s a different recipe for erotic balance, but the general idea is that a little bit of shame puts spice in your enchilada; too much spoils the meat.

Speaking of injuring your meat, both DOILA Dommes express a keen lust for ball-busting, testicle-kicking, nut-squeezing and all manner of cajones-threatening that has every male in Bonoboville building a protective “Iron Dome” around his family jewels.

Other Weapons of Mass Discussion include the joys of fisting, domestic dominance, consensual ass-raping (“It’s amazing how accommodating the male anus can be,” Ms. Cybill says with a sadistic smile), the wondrous TV love affair of Addams Family Domina Morticia and her strong submissive (“male subs are often very strong men who like to have the crap beaten out of them”) hubby Gomez, bonobo female domination and how to channel your (and everybody’s) natural sadistic drives into consensual BDSM instead of the far more destructive “B’s” of (obviously very nonconsensual) bombings and beheadings. BDSM, Bombings and Beheadings are all very exciting, but of the three, consensual BDSM is the only “shock & awe” leaving zero casualties and a healthy afterglow.

Joining the female domination celebration is the inimitable Vicky Vixen. That’s right, VV just couldn’t get enough of us since her “Farewell” Show last Saturday, and we can never get enough of her. Though she wears her over-the-knee leather boots for this show, she “switches” to submissive in deference to the DOILA dominas, doffs her top to reveal her big bouncing tatas for Bonoboville Communion, and goes over Mistress Tara’s knee for a bare-handed, bare-cheeked spanking which starts soft, but when naughty Vicky mouths off, she gets it extra hard, and those ass cheeks flush to a rosy glow.

For her second “farewell,” Vicky brings an entourage, including her sweet sabra “sexual companion” Sagi, as well as the effervescent, semi-submissive, Australian-born Penthouse Pet Kelly Surfer who likes to “surf dick” and has “CUNT” tattooed onto the inside of her lower lip, plus their landlord (!), the lanky laconic Hobbs who insists he is neither dominant nor submissive, though he built and ran his ex-girlfriend’s dungeon.

Many cum and go in and out of the BDSM world these days. One of the few FemDom domains that remains is Den of Iniquity, with the help of the natural dominance and nurturing diligence of Mistress Tara, the youthful energy and ninja power of DOILA Head Mistress Cybill Troy, the multiple abilities of the many FemDoms who work and play there and the passions and devotions of their loyal clients over the years.

More shout-outs to CatalystCon where we’ll be this weekend (before the DOILA party), our favorite “Unlicensed Professionals” Catherine Imperio and Samantha Fairley whose bountiful Buttload O’ Months, 2014 wall calendar just turned the page into topless heaven. Who knew September could be so sexy? Plus Jux Leather who bestows upon me a fantastic new deerskin-leather riding crop (now a favorite with Kink.com) which makes a big, satisfying “thwack!” that sounds very painful but doesn’t hurt a bit, leaving a lovely pink blush to the thwacked skin without marking it.

We wind up the show with many mad boobalicious Bonoboville Communions, including yummy Maya giving it to Ms. Cybill. And then there’s the fist-humping, semen-pumping “Masturbation Superstar” of Bonoboville, Brad begging to masturbate on air for the Dommes who tell him that he isn’t allowed to ejaculate until the end of the show at which point, he must eat his own cum. Welcome to the jizz biz, Brad. So… how’s it taste?

After the live broadcast, we wander over to the Bonoboville Commissary for another kitchen table sex party that has succulent Vicky sucking and being sucked. The climax cums literally as Sagi slurps at her clit and stimulates her G-spot while I lightly but loudly whack her big beautiful boobs with my new Jux Leather crop, at which point her fabulous fountain of Holy Water baptizes Sagi’s face, the floor and the surrounding crowd.

Squirt for peace, Brothers and Sisters! Emulate the gentle female domination of the bonobos. Don’t hate! Participate! And practice The Bonobo Way (coming very soon as a book!) of peace through pleasure… with a little consensual pain.

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by Dr. Susan Block.

Flying over Kinktober’s spooky full moon on my magic dildonic vibrating broom, I deliver my Ode to Halloween to start up the scene… as well as our newest street in Bonoboville, “Poet Avenue.”

Gypsy & Me Riding Our Magic Dildonic Vibrating Brooms to the Moon! Photo: Franz Salvatierra

We want your poems! Don’t be afraid. Give “poetry therapy” a chance.

AND we want a ceasefire now! It’s been three weeks since “Israel’s 9/11” on October 7th, when Capt’n Max and I broadcasted live the day after attending “Gaza Fights for Freedom” filmmaker Abby Martin’s art party, only to wake up to Hamas attacking Israel, and then Israel attacking Gaza, which it is still attacking… and bombing in a frenzy of atrocity after Zionist atrocity, slaughtering thousands of Palestinians, including many children.

I’m Jewish but never Zionist; not even when I believed the poisonous pablum fed to me like toxic baby food in Hebrew School about Israel being “a land without people for a people without land.” I felt like modern Israel was a warrior state—more in tune with Joshua invading Jericho than King Solomon’s erotic Song of Songs—and I was a make-love-not-war kind of gal.

Nevertheless, I have long had Zionist friends and family, some of whom live in Israel, so it has taken me years to clearly see just how bad it is—bad for Palestine, bad for the Jews, bad for everyone—and to take a stand against Zionism, Bibi Netanyahu and the whole Israeli War Machine supported by American tax dollars, my tax dollars.

When I first saw footage of the Hamas attack, I was mortified. I still am mortified. I see images of Israelis being murdered and being kidnapped, and I see my old friends from Har Zion Hebrew School and Camp Ramah. I see myself. I can’t unsee myself in those images. But then I see the Palestinian people, and I see myself in them too. They’re not as ethnically close as my old Ramah friends, but they’re people, like me. But unlike me, they’re trapped in a concentration camp, slaughtered by Zionist bombs.

What a shame—a shondah, as they say in Yiddish—for the Jews; even for us anti-Zionist Jews, because unfortunately, most non-Jews don’t see the difference. So, I join the voices of my fellow anti-Zionist Jews protesting Israel’s bombs who cry, “No! Not in our name! Not in my name will you commit such atrocities. Ceasefire now.”

It’s heartening to hear these words of peace sung and shouted in the huge protest marches in all the big cities around the world.

The whole world is watching YOU, Israel. Even as you bomb Gaza and cut off their food, water, medicine, electricity and Internet, bombing hospitals, homes and schools, the world still sees, and now knows. Israel may be stronger, thanks to American weapons, but Israel is losing the war of world opinion.

So, my Israeli friends and family, if you’re listening: Ceasefire now! Ceasefire for Palestine! Ceasefire for the hostages you are currently killing with your bombs. Ceasefire for Israel itself. The only ones who won’t benefit from a ceasefire are Hamas, because Hamas feeds off of everyone’s outrage over Israel’s war crimes. The best thing Israel can do now is to negotiate with Hamas, to neutralize the “enemy” with peace, like bonobos. Hamas may well refuse to negotiate because that would legitimatize Israel, and delegitimize Hamas. More bombing as usual is just proving Hamas’ point—as it murders thousands of innocents.

It’s also heartening to see Israelis on the streets of Tel Aviv and other Israeli cities protesting the bombing and especially the bomber, Bibi Netanyahu who, like his counterpart Trump, belongs in prison (even more than Trump belongs in prison).

Speaking of the devil, Trumpty Dumpty deserves some of the blame for this mess, since his son-in-law Jared Kushner’s much ballyhooed “Abraham Accords” totally ignored Palestine, making Hamas feel it had nothing to lose. And that cool $2 billion that Jared picked up from the Saudis… could it have been payment for a bit of top secret info on Israel’s defense systems?

We all want peace—at least those of us who don’t profit from war. But how to make it? Who knows? Maybe our kissing cousins, the Make-Love-Not-War bonobos, know.

Watching Zionist bombs pulverize Gaza on our phones from our privileged perch here in Bonoboville LA may be physically safe, but it’s emotionally enervating. So, when Friends of Bonobos (the outreach arm of Lola ya Bonobo) invited us on a backstage tour of the bonobos (pan paniscus) at the San Diego Zoo, we jumped up and hooted like bonobos at the chance.

Bonobo Peace Summit. Video Still: Rodrigo Alvarez

Guided by veteran primate specialist Kimba Livingston who I’d met way back in 2004 when I had my close encounter with bonobo Lana, we were treated to “inside” views of the orangutans, gorillas and, of course, the bonobos.

Thanks to new fences and other barriers, this was nowhere near as intimate an encounter as I’d had with Lana, or even with Lisa (in 2016’s Opera for Bonobos). But we had a great time at our “peace summit” with the quintessential peacemakers: the bonobos. Observing them made me even more certain that peace is the way, even in Palestine.

Bonobos make peace through pleasure, which often means sex. Unfortunately, the San Diego bonobos seem to have less and less sex every time I see them. I was afraid to ask Kimba if they were feeding them saltpeter, or maybe Prozac, though I had to wonder.

Bonobo Handshake. Video Still: Susan Block

They did have a little bit of sex, and it was clearly a form of conflict resolution to defuse their competitive tensions and stop their fighting over food. So fascinating and edifying to see peace through pleasure in action!

Bonobo Peacemaking: Hoka Hoka at Lunchtime. Video Still: Susan Block

My most exciting human-bonobo encounter this trip arose from playing catch, of all things. Due to my astigmatism and general lack of athletic prowess, I am usually a lousy pitcher; but when Kimba suggested I toss a walnut to Lisa the alpha female bonobo, I figured I’d give it a toss. Kimba herself wasn’t exactly Pedro Martinez, and the bonobos were missing her pitches.  So, I took a deep breath, stepped back and threw the nut, and lo and behold, my old friend Lisa stretched out her big bony hand and caught it! Then I did it again and she caught it—though it bounced, but then she caught it again—and I could swear she winked at me whilst devouring the crunchy treat.

Alpha Bonobo Lisa catches my nut. Video Still: Rodrigo Alvarez

Maybe instead of bombing and shooting, the Israelis and Palestinians could play soccer or volleyball. Sounds crazy, but no crazier than massacring hundreds of humans every day.

Be Bonobo: Save the Humans. Please donate to Friends of Bonobos…

Thanks to Netanyahu’s genocidal blockade, Gazans are going hungry right now, which we “never forget.”

Nevertheless, starving ourselves wouldn’t feed Gaza. So when our San Diego Peace Mission needed to eat, we checked into a wonderful Palestinian restaurant called Fairouz (which means “turquoise” in Arabic), recommended by one of our regular Callin listeners, Fahim aka “Cut the Pentagon.”

Serving traditional Middle Eastern dishes like kebab and falafel, if I didn’t know Fairouz was a “Palestinian” restaurant, I’d think it was Israeli. Of course, Israel stole Palestinian and Lebanese cuisine, which is the least of Zionism’s crimes against the natives. This is why I grew up thinking that kebab, falafel and hummus were Israeli foods. Boy was I wrong!

With Sami Alnashashibi at Fairouz. Photo: Rodrigo Alvarez

Well, at least I didn’t think that hummus (mashed chickpeas) was Hamas… like Trumpty Dumpty. But just to be safe, I ordered the Baba Ghanouj (mashed eggplant).

But Fairouz is more than a restaurant; it’s an art gallery. The walls are covered with the vibrant and colorful paintings created by one of the owners, Ibrahim Al Nashashibi, also a poet. His brother Sami Al Nashashibi, who looks like Peter Sellers (star of one of my favorite films, Stanley Kubrick’s 1964 masterpiece, Dr. Strangelove), was a charming host, treating us like friends. Sami’s twinkling eyes lit up the space, and his broad smile seemed to stretch across the great divide between Palestine and Israel, Muslim and Jew; with love, art, poetry and great food.

Bonobo Peace Summit at Fairouz. Video Still: Susan Block

Sami and his wife, the chef, exclaimed that I reminded them of “the famous [Lebanese] singer” Sabah. When I replied, “Thank you, I’m a little bit famous too,” a diner shouted from another table, “Yes, that’s Dr. Susan Block!” Then he pointed to Max and said “you must be Max.”

Who knew we had such gregarious fans in San Diego? Turns out the guy’s a cop. Wonder if he’s checked out our rants against police brutality. If he did, he’s probably one of the good ones.

Towards the end of the podcast, Fahim calls in to discuss more of the wonders of Fairouz, where he has been a regular diner for many years, as well as to express solidarity for Gaza and support for a ceasefire.

Fahim also regales us with tales of our mutual friend Abby Martin’s beginnings as a young artist and citizen journalist when she was an undergrad at San Diego State in 2006.  So moving to hear how he almost wept with joy when Abby returned to San Diego in 2019 to show Gaza Fights for Freedom. If you haven’t already, please see that film and Abby’s interviews for background on the current horrors. After the screening, they all went to Fairouz.

We can’t wait to return! In the meantime, we are enjoying the two poetry and art books we bought there, Ibrahim Al Nashashibi’s Written with Colors, Drawn with Words, and Spirit Whispers, Heart Listens, which Ibrahim dedicated to his beloved younger brother, the warm and welcoming Sami.

Fahim’s description on this show of Abby Martin as “the next generation of Protest Mommies” is perfect. Hopefully, the “Protest Mommies” of the Left will overtake “Moms for Liberty,” and soon!

The next night after the Zoo, my brother Steve and sister-in-law Tiya took us to the Fishmarket, another fun San Diego dining experience.

Are oysters really aphrodisiacs? Video Still: Rodrigo Alvarez

We slurped up fresh oysters, which are said to be aphrodisiacs, perhaps because their texture is akin to female genitalia, or maybe it’s the zinc. Sounds fishy, but they did trigger great sex—great disabled, senior sex, that is—later at the hotel. Then again, maybe we were inspired by the bonobos, but it was delicious and multi-orgasmic, in that order. Max felt so good in the afterglow, we almost tossed his wheelchair off the balcony (good thing we didn’t act on that fantasy). #GoBonobos for sexual healing!

As for the hotel itself, another Hilton Doubletree, it was pretty bland, but comfortable, wheelchair friendly (very important for us these days), and rather nostalgic. We’d stayed there when it was just a Doubletree back in 1996, on our very first trip to see bonobos, when I was giving a talk to the San Diego chapter of MENSA on The 10 Commandments of Pleasure.

Before dinner, we all walked around—well, Max rolled around—the Fishmarket area which is surrounded by a fleet of ships and a huge, menacing aircraft carrier (like the two Joe sent to the Mediterranean to menace the Middle East). Next to the carrier is a huge statue called, of all things, “Embracing Peace,” which felt like a fitting focal point for our San Diego Peace Summit.

Embracing Peace (in a wheelchair). Photo: Rodrigo Alvarez

The giant sculpture by Seward Johnson is also called “Unconditional Surrender,” though it’s best-known as “The Kissing Statue,” based on Albert Eisenstaedt’s “V-J Day in Times Square,” the famous photograph of a sailor passionately kissing a nurse at a parade celebrating the end of WWII.

V-Day in Times Square. Photo: Albert Eisenstaedt

When it first appeared in 1945, it was a big hit, but it’s very controversial nowadays, as some think it depicts an assault. It’s true that the sailor and nurse were strangers, but there’s no evidence of assault, and we love it. It reminds us of one of our own grand public embraces in France when we hadn’t seen each other in a couple months.

Speaking of “Embracing Peace,” I’m on a show called Embrace this week, an interview with Coralyn Jewel, who is also one of our therapists!

Also on this FDR:

• The new U.S. Speaker of the House MAGA Mike Johnson is a true Christofascist. Watch out!
• Our Vice piece has almost 250,000 views—with hundreds of comments filled with great love and virulent hate that are a soap opera show of their own.
• I’m still banned on Facebook, YouTube, Instagram and Spotify. Do they think I’m Hamas? We’ll find out soon, as we’re taking Zuck the META Cuck to arbitration.
• FREE ASSANGE! He’s got it almost as bad as a Gazan.
• Maine Mass Murderer Robert Card, who murdered 18 people and injured many more, appears to have been an ammosexual, possibly incel, and certainly had “mental health” issues. The point is, there were many warning signs—especially his firearms fetish—but nothing was done, nobody took his guns.
• The next generation of sexy lefties: Daniele Watts aka DaLove!
• Make Kink Not War: Be Bonobo. Save the Humans. Happy Halloween. Ceasefire NOW!

© October 28,  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.

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Tasia Sutor, Corpsy, Missy Martinez, Dr. Suzy & Prinzzess Felicity Jade. Photo: Nordov

Length: 97:24 minutes        Date: 11/12/2011

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The best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned. Sometimes you’ve just got to go with the sexual flow. This happens with some frequency on my show, often creating high levels of Commedia Erotica. This particular show, scheduled to focus on the imminent royal wedding of two princess brides of porn, does a thematic somersault when one fiancée bows out, having come down with a virulent sore throat from too much deep-throat (#pornstarproblem #69) just hours before air-time.  A ravishing noble woman cums forth from the Speakeasy court to stand–or make that lie down naked with her feet hooked behind her head–in the stead of the betrothed lady.  Then Death himself takes a seat at RadioSUZY1, and the result is over 90 drop-dead awesome minutes of erotic adventures with two of the most beautiful women in porn meeting and making love for the first time, sex-educational “pussy talk” and “asshole talk,” and a couple of opera-worthy orgasms, one of which is loud enough to turn our neighbors into fans.

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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?