Length 1:30:42 Date: June 13, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

You’ve heard of the dangers of “blind obedience,” but what about the dangers—and pleasures—of “blind dominance”?

That’s the essence of my 12th Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse—featuring a sightless stripper and a seductive dominatrix.

With one guest Zooming in from London and the other from Miami, we travel the world of kink, pleasure and pain.

More Sadistic Policing

Perusing the news, it feels like we’re all in a world of pain—and not the consensual kind.

Reviewing the Week in Pleasure and Pain. Photo: Harry Sapien

As we begin, the fires of protest are are burning down a Wendy’s in Atlanta, where another Black man was shot in the back and killed by police just the night before.

Suddenly (or gradually, if you’ve been paying attention), it feels like sadistic policing is everywhere in and out of America. Most of it is directed against Black people (thus “Black Lives Matter”), but these gangs of thugs with badges are coming down on everybody—white, black and brown, from little girls to elderly men to a homeless guy in a wheelchair, anybody who’s “protesting,” walking home or sleeping in their car. Some celebrities too: Saturday Night Live alumnus Jay Pharaoh got the “knee” treatment in LA; First Nation Chief Allan Adam got tackled in Canada. Journalists are also being attacked, injured and arrested while reporting.

Just as the protesters cry, “Black Lives Matter,” the rioting police appear to be making their own statement: “Don’t fuck with us.”

Has it always been this way? Are we just now seeing the police brutality because people are filming it on their phones? Are the media covering it more often than they used to?

Do these cops even know what they’re doing or is this some kind of ruthless, nonconsensual, devastatingly brutal “blind dominance”?

Or is there an uptick in law enforcement violence these days due to cops raging against the Black Lives Matter movement and its overwhelming popular and even corporate support?

Is this a civil war between the police and the protesters?  Is it a police riot?

Just as the protesters cry, “Black Lives Matter,” the rioting police appear to be making their own statement: “Don’t fuck with us.”

Meanwhile, two Black men were found hanging from trees—lynching-style—in Palmdale and Victorville, California.

It’s horrific, and it’s hard to say whether it will get better or worse in the near or far future.

Masked and Unmasked Madness

On the lighter side, we confirmed this week what we always suspected: that Melania took so long to move into the White House not only because she was busy humping her lover in New York, but to force the Trumpus to revamp their pre-nup… Now we know why her motto is “I really don’t care… do U?“

Smacking the Presidunce with LGBTQ Pride feather dusters for rolling back Obama-era healthcare protection for trans people, as well as not wearing a mask(!), while putting him under gag order with a bottle of bleach on his Jeffrey Vallance puppy pee pad. Photo: Unscene Abe

On the unfortunate side, just in time for Pride Month, Team Trumpus Rumpus has rolled back Obama-era nondiscrimination protections for LGBTQ people in healthcare and health insurance. On the other hand, as I write this, good news is coming in: the Supreme Court (with the lead opinion delivered by tRump appointee Neil Gorsuch) just voted to uphold LGBTQ rights in the workplace. But the tRump LGBTQ healthcare rollback especially harms an already vulnerable group—transgender people—in the midst of a pandemic.

Speaking of the Trumpandemic, things are opening up in America as the death count is going up, just passing 117,000 COVID-19 deaths in America the day of this broadcast.

With more in-person interaction and less physical distancing, it’s more important than ever to wear masks.

Though not everybody does.

Most notably, our Presidunce does not mask up, maybe because he’s worried his orange-tinted tanning spray, pancake makeup or whatever he wears will come off inside the mask. Or perhaps he just doesn’t want to acknowledge the lethal extent of the Trumpandemic. Maybe he wants to show his “blind dominance” over science and decency. Maybe he’s just a big old baby who likes making everybody look at that repulsive kisser of his.

Why is it that the people who refuse to wear masks tend to be unattractive? Seems like the better-looking people don’t mind wearing masks. I don’t mean to ugly-shame you raging, red-faced mask-haters. Then again, maybe I do. Your “freedom” to show off that unsightly, selfish, spitting, very possibly virus-spreading snout of yours directly infringes on my freedom to live, if you’re within six feet of me.

Honestly, in the Coronapocalypse, I’d rather you show off your so-called private parts, rather than your saliva-spewing mouth and nostrils.

I’ll bet you’re better-looking down there anyway. Most of us are.

Mask of Life or Skull of Death? Photo: Selfie

Of course, we can’t wear masks all the time, like when eating or drinking… or giving head. And there are times when we’re far enough away from each other that masks aren’t necessary… maybe. It’s hard to calculate. Mask-wearing is not an exact science. I think it comes down to just doing your best.

I wear masks to begin and wind up the show, when my crew is more likely to get close to me, as well as to remind my audience to mask up in public interactions.

But I tend to take off the mask—literally and figuratively—to talk with my Zoom guests, partly because at that point, nobody gets physically close to me; and partly because these one-on-one “chats” are so intimate, they don’t even feel public.

They feel like private conversations.

The Stylish Dominatrix

First to Zoom in to the show, all the way from London, is exquisite and elegant Japanese FemDom, international fetish model and performance artist, Mistress Amrita.

Stern and Seductive Mistress Amrita teaches us a lesson in DOMINANCE on DrSuzy.Tv

Decked out in red and black latex, she “shows us the ropes,” so to speak, displaying her colorful collection as she tells us how she got into BDSM in Japan, but really found her calling as an international pro-Domme through traveling the world.

We talk about the differences between various cultures’ approaches to kink. Though dungeons are illegal in Japan, Amrita feels that the Japanese have a deeper, more clear-cut understanding of the art of “submission,” while Western subs are more likely to try to “top from the bottom.”

Sunshine, having lived in Japan for a while, agrees.

Though she feels that Japanese are more polite, Mistress Amrita prefers Western clients, partly because they are more appreciative of her stern approach to domination, her “exotic” style and theatrical sense of roleplay. Most of her Japanese compatriots prefer the less threatening “Girl Next Door” type, though some acknowledge their need for a powerful, womanly mistress like her.

She feels that people in cold countries like England and Germany enjoy bondage and spanking, while her clients in warmer climates like Italy or Spain are more likely to have a foot or high heel fetish.

Bedside Chat with Mistress Amrita.

She also specializes in turning her human slaves into pets like dogs or horses. Release your inner animal!

As to her mellifluous name: female ejaculation fans know that “amrita” is the Hindi word for vaginal secretions, female ejaculate or the “nectar of eternal life.”

Mistress Amrita picked up the word from singing in a Japanese band called Amrita Magenta. Though when I ask her if she ejaculates, she just giggles; she feels that the name “Amrita” expresses her feminine power over her submissives.

I doubt we’ll see Mistress Amrita at DomCon 2020 (where I will be Mistress of Ceremonies, if all goes well, Trumpandemic-wise), as she is being wisely cautious in the Coronapocalypse. She’s one of those beautiful people who always wears a mask in public.

We also explore the history of Shibari and Kinbaku rope bondage.

Shibari started in Japan as a way for soldiers and police to tie up criminals and prisoners of war. By around the 17th century, the Japanese artist Seiyu Itoh developed Kinbaku, the art of erotic bondage. We’ve had several guests demonstrate Kinbaku on DrSuzy.Tv, including Professor Oni, Ishara Gabril and Domina Mara.

But in talking with Mistress Amrita, I wonder if our police should use Shibari to restrain suspects. It does require skill and patience, while tackling suspects, handcuffing them, kneeing them on the neck and/or shooting them in the back does not.

Police departments should engage Dominatrices like Mistress Amrita to teach the rank and file how to securely and restrain someone, as well as how to “dominate” them effectively without killing them.

Mistress Amrita agrees.

Dominatrices like her are experts at this.

Mistress Amrita “shows us the ropes.”

Also it’s the Bonobo Way. Older bonobo females “police” the community, and if a bonobo male has the nerve to attack a bonobo female or her baby, her gal pals will jump on him. They’ll “teach him a lesson,” which usually involves some pain, but they won’t kill him. If and when he behaves himself, they’ll reward him, usually with food or a sexual treat, like a nice blow job.

No, I’m not saying our cops should go down on our model prisoners. But perhaps they can learn something about compassionate policing from the bonobos… as well as human FemDoms like Mistress Amrita.

The Blind Stripper

My next guest is Briana Blayre, aka Cashmere, aka Bae Charles, the Blind Stripper.

Cashmere, aka Briana, aka Bae Charles the Blind Stripper, talks about “Survival of the Fittest” on DrSuzy.Tv

“Briana” is her Twitter handle.  “Cashmere” is her stripper name because, in her words, she’s “boughetto” and “cut from a different fabric.”

It’s a very soft fabric, and Cashmere has her soft, sweet side. But she’s also tough. Seems that when you’re a blind stripper, you’ve got to be tough, or else you’ll be knocked down faster than those Buffalo cops pushed 75-year-old Martin Gugino.

Which brings us to her third nickname, “Bae Charles,” in homage to the late great blind jazz pianist Ray Charles. It was bestowed upon her by gossip vlogger Lovelyti whose video of Cashmere standing up for herself in a dressing room filled with backstabbing fellow strippers went viral.

Cashmere/Briana/Bae regales us with tales of growing up poor with a single mother who often put her in charge of her younger siblings. Then at the age of ten, she was forced to handle the news she was going blind due to the rare eye disease of high myopic tenses.

Listen to the show above or watch below to find out how the trauma of losing her sight plunged her into deep depression. Then listen to how she climbed out of that well of darkness, with the painful push of her desperate mother’s “tough love,” to lead a very full, exciting life.

And oh, what a life!

Chatting with Cashmere and watching her work the pole.

She’s a stripper, and yes, she got into it “for the money,” but then who doesn’t?

Though she’s still learning the pole, Cashmere twerks that bootie like a champion.

She’s also a MILF; though she looks like a kid herself, she’s the mother of two!

Last but not least, she’s a rapper, and quite a talented one.

Don’t miss her new single, “Clickbait”! Listen above or watch below.

Twerk it, Cashmere!

Seriously, Cashmere could be the next Cardi B or the blind Blac Chyna.

This gal can’t see a thing, but she has many skills.

Cashmere’s a great example of how when you lose one sense, your other senses get enhanced.

She’s also a great inspiration to anyone who’s been traumatized by anything. She takes a Darwinian “Survival of the Fittest” approach to life, and she feels she’s a survivor.

No argument there!

The media, salivating over footage of violence and fire, is much more likely to show images of looting, arson and vandalism than the much more prevalent peaceful protesting.

We don’t concur on all issues related to Black Lives Matter. Not that we totally disagree, but street-smart Cashmere takes a more jaundiced view of the protesters’ motivations than I do.

We’re all against rioting, though I think the looting of America’s treasury by Wall Street is a lot worse than the looting of a few Walmarts by some broke losers who grab some Pampers or a laptop.

Moreover, the media, salivating over “sexy” footage of violence and fire, is much more likely to show images of looting, arson and vandalism than the much more prevalent peaceful protesting.

Blind Bedside Chat on BLM with Cashmere. Photo: Harry Sapien

Listen above or watch below for the back-and-forth on this subject between Cashmere, me and Capt’n Max.

We may disagree on details, but I think we’d all be happier with more compassionate policing; it’s just hard to see—whether you’re blind or not—how to get there from here.

Mask-Free Intimacy

Nevertheless, it’s important to fight for the cause.

With Pixie, Sunshine, Capt’n Max, Dr. Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Ana & Miguel on the front lines of the Podcasting Wars. Photo: Unscene Abe

Though we’ve attended many protests in person during our youth,  Capt’n Max and I are participating in this very important one from the sidelines.

Call me a “pussy,” but an infected cough in our faces or a direct hit of tear gas, as so many protesters have received from trigger-happy sadistic police, might well kill us, as it killed 22-year-old Sarah Grossman and blinded many others.

We’re not so inspired by Cashmere that we want to go blind.

Though we are stimulated enough to have a very nice, orgasmic and maskless night.

Mask-Free Kisses. Photo: Selfie

#GoBonobos for consensual “blind dominance,” bonoboesque policing, public masking and private, mask-free, true love!

June 15, 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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Condomania President Nicole Donnelly talks with Dr. Susan Block about penis size, latex sex, salty waffles and social media. Photo: Abraham Perez

Length 1:36:21     Date: Feb. 1, 2014

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Ever wonder which states have the biggest dicks—literally and figuratively? Ultimately, orgasm for orgasm, when it comes to most types of sexual pleasure,“it ain’t the meat, it’s the motion.” But in these times of monster trucks, monster jobs, monster drinks and monster porn tubes, most men would like to have a meat-monster penis. More and more women are also coming out in favor of Xtra-large love-tools, sending many a humiliated ex reeling into therapy. Some become obsessed by measurements. Personal stats are one thing, but do you know how your state measures up?

Well, wonder no longer because my guest, Nicole Donnelly, President of Condomania, “America’s first condom store,” can tell you, based on condom sales data, which states have the most monster dicks, which skew average and which have the bumper-crop of micro-dicklets. In this year’s Penis Size Olympics, the Peace Garden State is the winner; apparently the oil business isn’t the only thing booming in the North Dakota.  Rhode Island, the smallest state in the union, ranks #2, proving that big things cum in small states, or maybe it’s because the state bird is a cock. Conversely, it seems that not everything is bigger in Texas. Penises, for instance. Those ten-gallon Texans don’t rate more than a few ounces on the Condomania Peter Meter, hitting bottom at 41st among the 50 states plus the District of Columbia—which struts its big thick stuff at #4 (must be all those giant dicks in Congress).

Though she demurs about its importance in lovemaking, as president of Condomania (two years ago, she bought the company from her friend, Condomania’s founder, Adam Glickman), Nicole is a wellspring of information on penis size. Being a sexy, savvy single mom out there in the dating world, she’s concerned about safer sex for herself, as well as her customers. Her personal favorite condom brand is “Naked,” but she acknowledges that other folks prefer different strokes, and Condomania sells dozens of brands. She’s passionate about men wearing condoms that “fit” for a more comfortable, natural experience, which Condomania attempts to provide by offering their proverbial “rubbers” in 120 different sizes. Condom sizing depends on length, girth and comfort level, and Condomania even offers a downloadable “fit kit” which Nicole likens to a bra-fitting, so that customers can get their perfect fit. Too bad guys can’t get their condom “fittings” done by Nicole herself, but the “fit kit” gets the job done.

We all agree that condoms are essential tools for every man and woman’s wallet, purse or glove compartment, especially if they’re playing the dating game. And we’re eager to see who wins the Gates Foundation’s $100,000 prize being offered to anyone who develops a condom that feels better than having sex without a condom.

Flavor is also a factor. I’m not a fan of the taste of latex, but I just can’t get enough of Condomania’s yummy “ONE” brand of “Island Punch.” After I roll one over my hand–carved, smooth, wooden, 7-inch dildo, I lick it up like a lollipop, and I just keep on sucking—the flavor never runs out!—throughout the live broadcast.

But I have to say a few words against California’s Measure B which requires that all adult entertainment performers wear condoms, dental dams and other barriers—even if the performers are married to each other! I’m all for safer sex, but let’s keep the government out of our panties, please. Condoms are great, and Condomania’s are truly the best of the best, but they’re not a panacea against all sexually transmitted diseases, and individuals, couples and companies ought to be able to choose those forms of safer sex best suited for them.

Condoms aren’t Nicole’s only passion. She is also a ardent cyclist, snowboarder and social media consultant, author of Ride Like a Penguin (snowboarding through social media… in a tux?) and creator of the “Salty Waffle” social media playbook.

Wait—What? “Salty Waffle”? A quick Google search brings up the Urban Dictionary definition: “Salty Waffle: Having a girl smile before cumming and then cumming on her teeth so it fills in the gaps….similar to pouring batter in a waffle maker.” Click “salty waffle porn” images, and you’ll eventually witness a variety of vivid pix that look like a cross between extreme facial bukkake and a commercial for a tooth-whitening product.

Alas, but when I eagerly ask Nicole about the relationship between this fellatrixy trick and social media success, she swears that she came up with the name without knowing the Urban Dictionary definition, but just because she lives at the beach and those briny sea breezes literally make everything, including her waffles, “salty”

That might sound like waffling to some, especially considering Nicole’s dazzlingly toothy grin. But we decide to leave her salty waffles alone, and we focus on getting a little free social media advice for Bonoboville, our upcoming online community for bonobo lovers and their friends.

Speaking of friends, after we sign off with Nicole, our old friend John Clark (the late actress Lynn Redgrave’s ex and my first radio producer on KIEV) comes by to talk condoms and say farewell to the late Al Goldstein, maverick Screw Magazine publisher, one of the great vitriolic editorialists of our times, and one of those optimistic guys who always kept an unexpired condom in his wallet, just in case.

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Wild Summer Solstice 2014: Former U.S. Prez Bill Clinton, Ryon Cherry holding Ron de Jeremy spiced rum, Dr. Susan Block, Ron Jeremy, “Wild Girls Club, Part 2” author Anka Radakovich. Main photo: L’erotique

Length 1:45:45     Date: June 21, 2014

On the Summer Solstice, we Earthlings (at least those who “know what day it is”) honor the day when the star we call the “sun” (“sol” in Latin) is at its highest in relation to the northern hemisphere of this planet we call “Earth,” with various rituals from circle dances around Stonehenge to massive yoga demos in Times Square. Here on RadioSuzy1, broadcasting live from Bonoboville, we celebrate the sun and the moon with four different stars (two heavenly bodies and two disembodied): an author, an auteur, an anal queen and an icon.

The author is celebrity sex journalist, Anka Radakovich, whose smart, satirical, sex-positive columns in Details and British GQ, as well as her popular appearances on Conan O’Brien and other shows, have enlightened her audiences about the latest cultural trends in sex, dating, porn, tantra, cheating, genital “enhancement” surgery, fetishes and fantasies, as well as guys who get off on dolls, cuckolding and watching women pop balloons between their boobs. Though I’ve followed Anka’s stellar career since the 1990s, this is her virgin appearance on DrSuzy.Tv, and she doesn’t actually appear, but joins us by phone, reporting from an “undisclosed location” in a New York state of mind, to promote her fun, funny, info-packed new book The Wild Girls Club, Part 2: Tales from New York to Hollywood.

The icon is my old friend, the porn star who was a teacher who reinvented himself as Everyman’s ironic, iconic sex symbol, the one and only Ron Jeremy. Ron is here to reconnect and dispel recent rumors of his death and mythical “feud” with Miley Cyrus, as well as to promote his new album, “A Classical Evening with Ron Jeremy” (produced by Shooter Jennings, son of Waylon), in which the man with the world’s most famous penis reveals that he is also a trained pianist. We’ve known Ron’s semi-secret talent for decades (watch him tickle my keys in “Not Just a Penis–a Pianist!“). The man knows what to do with a musical staff as well as his personal “staff.” Though we don’t have the Steinway set up yet for Ron to play, we do get to see quite a lot of his intergalactically famous kosher schlong, which brings me to my next guest…

The anal queen is the vivacious, rapacious, hour-glass-figured Ryon “The Fornicator” Cherry whose magnificent, all-natural 36DD breasts are only out-wowed by her big bouncing beachball of a derriere. Ryon could be the quintessential “wild girl” in Anka’s “Wild Girls Club” series. In terms of sex and porn, Ryon says, nothing has ever been “too wild” for her.

Anka chimes in that she draws the line at “sex with dwarves and dolphins,” bringing to mind the recent release of a 1960’s tape of a NASA-funded project showing nautically naughty Margaret Howe Lovatt trying to teach Peter the dolphin to speak English, when Peter’s peter takes over the lesson. As Ron points out, “She did it on porpoise.” Bada-bing.

But this show is not all puns and innuendos, as it evolves (or devolves, if you’re not a porn fan) from fairly “wild” conversation into really wild fornication right on my tiny radio studio table, featuring the Icon and the Anal Queen getting it on and doing it all, from world-class cunnilingus to throat-opening fellatio to crazy fingering to crazier fucking. For folks with exceptionally ample natural endowments, Ron and Ryon sure know how to get the job done in cramped quarters. Join DrSuzy.Tv or Bonoboville to watch.

The auteur, the fourth star in our Summer Solstice firmament, is the disembodied voice of edgy erotic filmmaker Jack the Zipper (Ryon’s “roommate”) who starts by declaring his adoration for the other disembodied voice, Anka, and his passionate desire to cast her in a non-porn role in his next porn movie. The two disembodied voices flirt intriguingly, but ultimately give way to the heavenly bodies coitally colliding on my table, celebrating Summer Solstice with hot fornicating passion. It’s wild!

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Summer Solstice “Bonoboville Communion” is especially tasty with sinfully delicious “Ron de Jeremy” spiced rum, Ron’s own signature beverage. That’s right, RJ the Icon is now Ron the Rum Runner. As Ryon (who took Catholic communion when she was a believer “for about a week”) busts those beautiful 36 DDs out of her bra, Ron plays “June is Busting Out All Over,” this month’s happy theme, on his harmonica. The icon is a man of many talents. He even persuades our DrSuzy.Tv PA, Robyn, to bust out for June.

Anka describes being “RJ’ed” at the end of a party. Listen free to find out what that means Ron did to her. Hint: He did it to Asher at the party after Kay Parker’s interview.

Former U.S. President Bill Clinton calls in (!) to discuss cigars, boobies and how much he admires his pal Ron Jeremy, even though the Secret Service wouldn’t let anyone photograph their historic meeting at a recent party (when the Prez was photographed with a couple of Dennis Hof’s contract workers). There is mutual respect between the two men, each famous for what they did in the oval orifice.

Anka’s tale of meeting another icon, Michael Jackson, at another party at the house of eccentric genius producer Robert Evans, proves she’s not just a hot sexpert, she’s a cool partygoer.

After Ron describes how he survived the kind of aortic aneurysm that killed Einstein, Lucille Ball, John Ritter and several other icons, wisely advising everyone to take their blood pressure, Anka says she’s taking hers right now… anally.

We salute the great contributions of Lasse Braun and son Axel Braun to the art of erotic filmmaking and collective human depravity.

Another fond farewell to our mutual friend Al Goldstein who checked into the big whorehouse in the sky around Winter Solstice, with Ron emphasizing his important contributions to freedom of speech, while Capt’n Max and I emphasized his yummy brunches.

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Ryon twerks her voluminous booty, earning a few good slaps from the JuxLeather Infinity Belt slapper.

Ron Jeremy elected Mayor of Bonoboville! His first response to the big news: “What does it pay?” Not as much as Ron de Jeremy (we’re in beta), just lots of bonobo love… Talk about perks!

Post-Show Party: We move to the Institute commissary where some enjoy “Ron Rum” while others get delectably debauched on our own Dirty Tequila. Then we clear the table as the Anal Queen ascends, with fruits and dips all around, and takes it anally from the Icon right on the same domestic surface as the now-legendary post-22nd Wedding Anniversary “Kitchen Table Orgy.”

Make like bonobos, not baboons! Get a copy of The Wild Girls Club, Part 2: Tales from New York to Hollywood, join Bonoboville and get wild in The Bonobo Way.

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by Dr. Susan Block.     

Our Vice TV piece has finally dropped, with a huge splash in the YouTube ocean, creating ripples of love—and toxic tidepools of hate—around the world.

Love us or hate us, we’ve garnered over 90,000 views with 1.4K thumbs-up in just three days!

Many thanks to the Vice TV team, especially our charming associate producer, Zach Schucklin, for a job well done under uncommon duress. Vice went bankrupt just as the editors were winding up our piece, but the entire collapsing Vice empire was saved in the nick of time by that ubiquitous, multifaceted billionaire, George Soros.

The result is that “Dial ‘O’ for Orgasm: Dr. Suzy’s Controversial Phone Sex Therapy” is a fantastic and unique documentary in many ways. There are also numerous things I don’t like about it, but I’m not complaining.

Well, maybe a little…

Yes, the Viceteam and I have had some intense discussions–verging on arguments—and I talk about some of them on this show. Many of my conflicts with Vice revolve around the title which kept changing—and still might change again! They wanted to call my work “Naughty,” but they’re not my Dommes, so I wasn’t having it. I liked “Liberating Phone Sex Therapy,” but that was too sex-positive for them, so we settled on “Controversial.”

It certainly lives up to that name in the YouTube version’s comments section, where over 550 comments (and counting) range from delightful and passionate praise to vicious and violent threats against me and all of Bonoboville, calling for our arrest, eternal damnation and summary execution by “firing squad.”

It’s a little scary, but I know we’re not doing anything wrong, illegal or unethical, and Bonoboville is pretty well-protected from roaming firing squads and/or erotophobic crusaders. Besides, I want to see what I’m up against on the battlefront of the current War on Sex. I’m not one of those celebrity types who won’t look at my comments for fear it will damage my delicate mental health. At least not at this stage. The nice comments give me a sapiosexual dopamine hit that, in a sense, vaccinates me against the vitriol. Reading the nastiest comment is like being dropped into vat of boiling poison as a leering priest prays over me. Yikes! But this poison is only in their pens (there are far worse toxins in our food and atmosphere), and it’s fun to respond to all the rage, outrage, disgust, condemnation, denigration, slut-shaming, elder abuse, misogyny, thought-policing and horror with as much humor and love as I can muster.

I can’t comment as “Dr. Susan Block,” because my main YouTube channel of 15 years was terminated. So, I use a couple of secondary channels (Bonoboville and Sex Calls) to have some fun, support the good commenters and take on the baddies, battling the crusaders, busting the thought police, correcting misconceptions and fake news, slapping back attempted offenses, spanking the wannabe offenders, and spreading The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure as much as possible, under the circumstances.

We’re also getting a lot of calls at the Institute, and it’s pretty momentous for us, so on this FDR ride, Capt’n Max, Unscene Abe, a host of Callin callers and commenters and I spend most of the time talking about the video—how awesome it is, as well as where it’s not so awesome—and of course, the tsunami of good, bad and utterly crazy comments.

We take four great calls, all from folks who are enthusiastic about the Vice TV piece (we’ll get to the haters on future shows, I’m sure) 1) Chris G., 2) Kasey T-Girl, 3) Rhiannon Aarons and 4) Brady Crow.

Rhiannon and Kasey are in the Vice TV piece, as they attended my Bonoboville Reunion—and oh, what a show that was (watch above)! We have fun comparing our uncensored version with the Vice edition which features boobs without nipples.

Yes indeed, thanks to censorship, we are all Barbie now!  

Ironically, the boobs and genitalia are visually muted with a white film, as if the editors engaged in bukkake bowdlerization, spraying creamy ejaculate all over our so-called “naughty” bits.

Also on this Love Train ride:

• I turned last Saturday’s farewell to Sinéad O’ Connor into an article for Counterpunch. Though not as rancorous and brutal as the Vice TV comments, some of the Sinéad responses have been a bit slut-shaming. The Left can be almost as bad about this as the Right these days.

• Beaten down by the stress of being hounded for publishing—by the Right and Left—Backpage co-owner Jim Larkin died by suicide on the day of this live broadcast, just before his trial. Veronica Monet who tipped me off about the tragedy, posted, “How did the Christian fanatic abolitionists who believe all sex work is sex trafficking, gain so much power in America? They have convinced even liberals of their hateful dogma.”
• It’s the 78th anniversary of the American bombing of Hiroshima. The notorious A-Bomb was created by a group of physicists supervised by the man of the cinematic moment, J. Robert Oppenheimer, who had second thoughts—too late—and it was dropped by U.S. President Harry S. Truman, a Democrat and a hat maker, who had no second thoughts, as he perpetrated the worst war crime the world has ever known. Tragic how these war criminals are honored by so many, while sex educators and sex workers who never hurt anyone are treated with disdain.
• Well, sometimes we’re honored, and I’ve been nominated for “Most Popular Sex Educator” in the Urban X awards. I’m sure I won’t win, but it’s great to be nominated!
• Manatee group sex is in season! If you see them humping on the beach, don’t be alarmed and don’t call the police. Let them hump and enjoy.
• Trumpty Dumpty’s been indicted… again! Three’s the charm, and this third indictment is for his “wild” 6 Rape of the Capitol. Despite—or because of—his mounting legal woes, the polls show him to be 39 points ahead of his closest Republican competitor, “throat-slitting” Florida Governor Ron DeFascist.
• RIP PeeWee Herman, aka Paul Rubens. What a great artist who was also slut-shamed just for masturbating in an adult theater in 1992. In his honor, I masturbated on KFOX and had the first live orgasm on the radio. Farewell our beloved PeeWee!
• It’s hot! Global Warming has turned to Global Broiling. Keep hydrated. Stay sane. Air-conditioning may be good for you, but it’s bad for the planet, so make love—or masturbate—in a nice tub of ice. Wear your headphones and listen to this cool and eargasmic FDR, and then watch us on Vice TV and join the commenters’ kickboxing community brawl.

© August 5,  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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Length 01:22:33  Date: July 3, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

It’s the Cusp of America’s Birthday as the Love Train pulls out of the station into the second half of 2021, flags waving and fireworks bursting all around us.

I’ve long loved the sacred fireworks of summer: orgasms for the eyes on the 4th of July.

May the Fourth Be with You!

4th of July, 2015 on the Bonoboville Roof planting a sparkler “candle” into Biz’s butt representing America’s Birthday Cake.

It’s funny how “fireworks” can symbolize love and war: sexual orgasm on the one hand, and “bombs bursting in air” on the other.

Here in Bonoboville, we love the fireworks of sex, not bombs, and love, not war. Capt’n Max and I lit a fuse to our 4th of July weekend on the morning of this show with some very intense sexual fireworks.  Though I still appreciate the visual spectacle of regular pyrotechnics, sexual fireworks are even better.

Plus, sexual fireworks don’t pollute the environment, cause fires or scare your dog. Well actually, sexual fireworks might scare your dog, if you scream a lot, like I did this morning. So, give Fido a doggie treat and go back to bed.

Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners: liberate your inner bonobo, and set off some fireworks in your pants. Happy Froth of July!

If you like the regular kind, just be careful not to shoot off your fingers. Because how are you going to finger anybody with no fingers?

Also, make sure the LAPD doesn’t confiscate your illegal cache of fireworks, or they might just blow up your neighborhood—in an effort to save it, of course.

See why the sexual kind of fireworks (with or without Katy Perry in white latex) are far superior?

Regular fireworks were invented in China, probably in the second century B.C.E., and didn’t make their way to Europe until 1300 years later.

What’s up with these inventive Chinese? They’re always inventing amazing things, from noodles to a cure for malaria(!), and though they fight to defend themselves and have internal conflicts, they rarely start wars. Capt’n Max, a longtime Sinophile, celebrates the 100th anniversary of the Chinese Communist Party, praising China’s astounding accomplishments (bringing hundreds of millions of Chinese out of grinding poverty) and its often unfair demonization by so many other (jealous?) countries, especially the U.S.A.

Freedom is the Greatest Aphrodisiac

Back to us… Happy Birthday U.S.A!

This land we call the United States of America is 244 years young—very young—compared to the Native Americans who have inhabited the land they call Turtle Island for thousands of years.

The *baby* that became the U.S., born on July 4th, 1776 was conceived through the Native American genocide, birthed though war (oh, those “rockets red glare”) and suckled on slavery. America eventually outlawed slavery and the massacring of indigenous people, but stoked the fires of capitalism of the worst kind. Sadly, now most of the American body is sick and emaciated, while a very small portion of that body—call it “the billionaire butthole”—is tiny but bloated to the point of bursting. It’s Inequality Gone Wild.

And yet, there are these great ideals of “equal rights” and “freedom” embedded in our Declaration of Independence, written by Thomas Jefferson, who owned slaves, one of whom was his lover.

Like most of us, each of our Founding Fathers, glorified by hagiographic American history, was a human bundle of contradictions. Jefferson’s famous words, claiming human rights for all to be “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” were, to some degree, inspired by Max’s ancestor, Italian philosopher/prince Gaetano Filangieri, a friend of Ben Franklin, a Freemason, who also owned slaves, but not as many as Jefferson or another slave-owning Freemason by the name of George Washington.

The Signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 2, 1776 (it took a couple of days for word to get out which is why we celebrate it on July 4th). Painting: John Trumbull

Human evil is rarely absolute.

For instance, freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac. But restraint is a close second.

By “restraint,” I mean consensual BDSM, of course. Real-life slavery is one of the worst human institutions ever. Despite that, or maybe partly because of it, consensual restraint and bondage, can, feel very freeing. It’s one of those great paradoxes of life that sexual desire lays bare.

As one of our Reddit listeners comments, “You talk about the taboo topics: sex and politics.”

That’s why we sometimes call our shows “speakeasies,” because we speak easy about stuff that isn’t so easy to speak about.

Femocratic Wonder Women

On past 4th of July Speakeasies, we’ve done a lot more than “speak.” Our after-show throwback is our Wonder Woman Femocratic 4th of July, featuring Ikkor the Wolf (celebrating his birthday, as well as America’s), animal play specialist and multiple SUZY Award winner,Madame Margherite and Sanctuary pro-Domme Madam Grace Marie, aka “Goddess of LA,” who climaxes—with female ejaculation—all over the Motorbunny!

Go Bonobos for squirting fireworks! They’re kind of messy, but much less likely to start a fire than put one out.

Also joining us live from the “Enchanted Island” of Puerto Rico is Professor Linda Maria Rodriguez Guglielmoni, University of Puerto Rico at Mayaguez Creative Writing and Film department, whom I met at the UPR Ecosexuality Symposium (where I gave the keynote), convened by Professor SerenaGaia Anderlini D’Onofrio, co-editor of Ecosexuality: When Nature Inspires the Arts of Love. Based upon her Storyrocket essay, Wonder Woman: An Allegory for Our Times, Professor Linda gives us a wonderful, sapiosexual interview on the social effects of the Wonder Woman film.

I grew up reading Wonder Woman comic books, as did most of my other guests. We may not have “super powers” or bracelets that deflect bullets, but we all have an Inner Wonder Woman that feels good—and does good— when we release her.

We also talk about Wonder Woman’s comic book creator, William Moulton Marston, aka Charles Moulton, who lived polyamorously with his wife, Elizabeth Holloway Marston, and their girlfriend, Olive Byrne, both of whom inspired his depiction of a strong, smart, brave, beautiful, very “womanly” super-heroine. Thanks Jacob Sokoloff for reminding us of this during the live broadcast).

Prof. Linda is not sure if the pioneering threesome (all psychologists) engaged in bondage play, though she agrees that it’s quite  possible when I speculate that this could have inspired Wonder Woman’s famous Golden Lasso of Truth that she uses to subdue so many bad guys, like a FemDom tying up her male submissive and “making” him reveal his secrets.

I never did see the whole Wonder Woman film, but the trailers and previews were enough to make me a bit of a fangirl for Gal Gadot. When I learned she’s a gung ho Zionist and former solider in the IDF (Israeli Defense Force), a branch of the U.S. Military Industrial Complex (MIC), who supports the Israel’s ongoing apartheid against Palestinians, I changed my mind. I love it when actors speak out about politics (we all should) but if I disagree with them, I will then speak out against them.  Tit for tat and all of that!

Good Riddance to Bad Rummy

Speaking of the evils of the MIC…

Read It on Counterpunch

They say that history is written by the winners. But what if you wage a war that nobody wins?

That’s the Iraq War (also the Afghan war). Everybody lost (except maybe Iran and Israel) and continues to lose, 20 years later, as a defeated America fitfully attempts an ignominious, dangerous, but better-late-than-never withdrawal.

One of the chief architects of both of these forever-losing Perma Wars, as well as the post-9/11 War on Terror and Worldwide Web of Torture surrounding them, passed away on June 29th, 2021, and on the occasion of former U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld’s death, I am mourning the victims of his war crimes.

As for him: Good riddance to Bad Rummy.

While he departed this life in peace, at the ripe, old, unrepentant age of 88, surrounded by loved ones and luxuries, his innocent quarries were often blown apart or fried alive in a state of war that he helped create, fan and maniacally micro-manage.

Donald Rumsfeld, nicknamed “Rummy,” was a heinous, mendacious, diabolically flirtatious, boorishly militaristic, casually sadistic, deeply opportunistic war criminal.

At the turn of the 21st century, Rumsfeld was one of America’s leading “chickenhawks”—draft dodgers and battle-duckers who later in life advocate for pointless wars—such as Donald Trump, George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Rush Limbaugh, Paul Wolfowitz, Mitch McConnell, Bill Clinton, Joe Biden and the list goes on. I have nothing against draft dodgers—some of my favorite people have refused to serve the Military-Industrial Complex (MIC)—unless you dodge the draft when you’re young, only to actively support a war when you’re old. That’s one of the worst sorts of warmongers, and that’s the sort of warmonger Rummy was, though he wasn’t even brave enough to be a draft dodger; he was a battle-ducker, serving three years in the U.S. Navy between wars, nattily sporting the uniform but neatly avoiding the combat into which he would later send thousands of troops.

We peaceniks tried to stop those wars, especially the Iraq invasion. Back in 2003—after spending over a year busting up beautiful Afghanistan while failing to find Osama—Rummy, Bush, Dick and the other ammosexual neocons amped up their threats to  “preemptively” invade Iraq. It was a ridiculous, reprehensible idea, and there was a long bombastic build-up, so we antiwar activists had time to roll out the biggest pre-war international peace protest ever. Like most rational humans at the time, we knew Saddam had nothing to do with 9/11 and figured he didn’t have any Weapons of Mass Destruction either. After all, the Braggart of Baghdad was as dishonest as Rummy, the kind of dude who crows he has 10 inches, when he only has two. Besides, various inspectors had concluded that Saddam’s much ballyhooed WMD just didn’t exist.

But Donald Rumsfeld insisted they did. On March 30th, 2003, the wily Secretary famously assured the American people, “We know where they are. They’re in the area around Tikrit and Baghdad and east, west, south and north somewhat.”

Turns out he was “somewhat” full of shit.

Rumsfeld’s Theater of Cruelty at Abu Ghraib. Collage by the author

He always was. As a U.S. special envoy sent to Baghdad by Ronald Reagan during the Iraq/Iran conflict, a middle-aged Rumsfeld shook hands with Saddam Hussein to reassure him that America was his ally. Then America bombed him and his country. A decade of crippling sanctions later, we bombed them again and again.

You don’t have to have liked Saddam—and no, although the Wall Street Journal’s James Taranto nicknamed me “Saddam’s Sex Therapist” for daring to call the invasion “The Rape of Iraq,” I never *liked* Saddam—to see that the U.S. dramatically betrayed him and the people of Iraq.

Of course, the U.S. often betrays our allies; just ask the Kurds, the Chinese, the Russians, all the Native American tribes whose treaties we broke, and the list goes on. However, our betrayal of Iraq was remarkably blatant, and Chummy Rummy was at the center of it, the glad-handing symbol of America’s shameless mendacity, square-jawed stupidity and massively destructive betrayal.

Rumsfeld was also the Torture King of the “Theater of Cruelty” (with a beret tip to Antonin Artaud) playing daily and nightly at the Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib prison multiplexes, among other lesser known venues.

I don’t know if Rumsfeld was into consensual BDSM in his personal life. Somehow I doubt it as he didn’t seem to have had the patience to negotiate consent. Besides, he was too busy fulfilling his prodigious, nonconsensual, sadistic desires via his very own government-sponsored torture program.

Sure, Bush and Dick also endorsed and seemed to relish the sadistic (and largely ineffective) torture techniques supervised by the American Psychological Association (APA), including the notorious POW Porn. As Delta Kappa Epsilon President at Yale, Bush presided over hazing new pledges with red-hot coat hanger brandings that would make NXIVM hold his beer.

However, Rummy loved torture as much as any in the Frat House White House. Always the attentive apparatchik, he took charge of the tiniest details, obviously savoring this part of his job. He even signed a torture memo approving four-hour stress positions, boastfully scrawling, “However, I stand for 8-12 hours a day. Why is standing limited to 4 hours?”

I’m sure Mr. Torture King’s “8-12” would have included plenty of “known” and “unknown” breaks never granted to those hapless detainees. Nevertheless, for the slippery Secretary, lying came as easily as breathing. Maybe that’s why he thought waterboarding might work (it didn’t).

The ease with which the dashing Don Juan of the Pentagon lied about the wars, the terror(!) and the torture laid the groundwork for Don the Con of the Trump Crime Family to ascend to the top spot of U.S. Liar-in-Chief.

What is it about these arrogant, dishonest, narcissistic, sadistic creeps named “Donald”? Of course, Donald Trumpty Dumpty isn’t smooth like the debonair Donald Rumsfeld. That was the problem. While the mainstream media (MSM) does pump up the tRump, it can also be fairly critical of him. But rakish Rummy wrapped those so-called journalists around his lying little pinkie.

That was his all-important unassigned task in Dubya and Dick’s Frat House White House. While the Prez was a faith-based C-student and the Veep was a snarling misanthrope, the suave Secretary of Defense could schmooze the MSM like Casanova seducing a panting novice.

Poised between one humongous military flop in Afghanistan and another about to happen in Iraq, that rascal Rummy spouted distracting ditties about “known knowns… known unknowns [and] unknown unknowns,” and the besotted MSM slurped it all up like the spunk-swallowing hookers-for-the-rich that they are.

They just couldn’t get enough of their honey Rummy; they bought his deadly bullshit and then force-fed it to us, the American people…  similar to the way Rummy’s merry band of torturers subjected (and are still subjecting) detainees to anal food rape. Though on the MSM menu were Rumsfeld’s half-baked lies, mixed with Dubya’s privileged malapropisms and Cheney’s icy evil, pureed into strained toxic baloney and force-fed to the American people directly through our war-traumatized ears and eyeballs.

It was then that it dawned on me: the MSM really loves war.  Oh, I’d heard that old maxim, “if it bleeds, it leads,” but I couldn’t imagine how readily the venerable fourth estate would parrot proven falsehoods to sell papers—until Dubya, Dick and Rummy’s Wild Afghan and Iraqi Adventures.

It was often the Defense Secretary’s catchy, convoluted quotes making those headlines, stoking two awful wars and keeping them going for the great financial benefit of the MSM and the MIC, and to hell with those fake WMD. Who cared about them anyway? It wasn’t about truth or even winning those wars. All that mattered was that all the piggies were feeding at the war trough… except the American people.

Not to mention the Iraqi people whose hundreds of thousands (at least) of needless casualties, aka “collateral damage,” often go unmentioned in counting the dead for this monstrous war crime.

One of Rumsfeld’s malevolent skills was in making the abject horrors of imperialist invasion, occupation and torture “sexy,” as Tony Blair might say. As a bonoboësque, make-love–not-war sexologist, I see all of that as the opposite of sexy. But for sadists, military romance buffs or reactionaries longing for a lost swashbuckling white supremacist patriarchy, it’s the stuff of wet dreams, a hot wartime fling featuring raffish Rummy as the gracefully aging leading man. Indeed, People Magazine named this foul war criminal the “Sexiest Man Alive.” Fox dubbed him a “Beltway Babe Magnet.” But the most lovestruck loo-loo was CNN’s Pentagon Correspondent Barbara Starr, breathlessly calling Yummy Rummy Honey a “big flirty pussycat… who exercises absolutely raw ruthless power and enjoys it.”

Thanks in part to his talent for flirting with sexually repressed Pentagon correspondents, the big flirty pussycat’s war crimes wasted billions of dollars and crushed millions of lives.

In 2006, after Rummy the Dummy was finally hounded out of office, the disgraced but unindicted former Secretary acquired a vacation home on Maryland’s Eastern shore called Mount Misery. How could anyone call their home “Misery,” much less purchase a property with that name? Apparently, Mount Misery was the plantation of notorious “slave breaker,” Edward Covey, who took on the most rebellious slaves from other plantations and then “broke” them (or tried to) by inflicting the worst possible tortures. One of those slaves happened to be a strong-willed young man that even Covey couldn’t break. His name was Frederick Douglass and, after surviving Mount Misery, he escaped to freedom and became one of America’s greatest abolitionists, orators and statesmen, pretty much the opposite of the miserable creature that died on June 29th.

It’s just a tiny thread in the sticky web of twisted evil that was Donald Rumsfield. Nevertheless, it’s notable that one of the masterminds of the U.S. War on Terror torture program bought himself a vacation house—a place where he could feel at home—so identified with torture, it has pain in its name.

Rot in Piss, Rummy.

Read It on Counterpunch

For more about Rummy, Dick and that Chickenhawk Pussy named Bush, Read My Terror Journals.

Bill Cosby: Justice Gets Roofied

Bill Cosby is not a war criminal or even a killer. However, he is a self-confessed rapist (his preferred form of rape is to drug women before having nonconsensual sex with them), so it’s very disturbing to see the convicted Cosby suddenly released from prison after only serving a little over two years, not to mention expressing zero remorse for his (essentially admitted) actions.

Back when the accusations first became public, with people throwing around the term “sleep fetish” with little or incorrect explanations, I felt, as a sexologist, I ought to clarify the meaning of Bill Cosby’s Sleep Fetish. Another name for it is Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, though it’s not very beautiful when it’s nonconsensual, except to certain sleep fetishists.  

I also felt it was important to note that a “sleep fetish” is not “bad” in and of itself, and most sleep fetishists would never rape anyone. Though it’s not easy to enjoy consensually (once you get going, the person wakes up!), the sleep fetish can be played out between consenting adult lovers, or just in the erotic theater of the mind, aka fantasy. For more about Sleeping Beauty Syndrome and how to indulge it safely, read the articles or watch me explain it on Youtube.

Of course, Cosby was convicted for drugging women nonconsensually, aka raping them with the assistance of Quaaludes, Benedryl or roofies instead of a knife to the neck. Though the case involves just one woman, former Temple University employee Andrea Constand, at least 60 women came forward to accuse the former entertainer of sexual assault.

Nevertheless, the Pennsylvania Supreme Court found that District Attorney Kevin Steele, who arrested Cosby in 2015, failed in his obligation to stand by his predecessor’s promise not to charge Cosby with any crimes when the comedian agreed to give potentially incriminating testimony in Constand’s civil case. In a painfully twisted irony, that predecessor happened to be tRump’s impeachment lawyer and (to my eternal embarrassment) my fellow Pennsylvanian Bruce Castor.

Maddeningly, this babbling moron was involved with America’s inability to bring to justice two obviously guilty men: tRump and Cosby.

Looking at it from Cosby’s point of view, I’d sue my lawyers for letting me go through an essentially illegal trial and spend three years serving a prison term that I didn’t have to serve.

Breaking news: a free Cosby soils himself and the internet.

The whole story makes me want to take a long nap. Don’t get any ideas though!

Pro-Bonobo Amy

Many listeners on our various platforms join in on the conversation, and a sweet-voiced lady named Amy calls in to share more detailed information about the Cosby debacle, as well as her opinions (she’s outraged, maybe more than me, but hopeful that this will educate people about the law).

Calling herself “RealOldLady” (though she’s *only* 52!), Amy is very inspired by young people’s openness and ability to communicate. But no, she’s not a Cougar; in fact, she claims to be “asexual.” I wouldn’t define her as “asexual,” since she admits to liking touch, sensuality, erotic art and even masturbating occasionally (got to have those sexual fireworks!). It’s disturbing to hear people define “asexual” as “not having a partner.” That would make all single people asexual!

We are all “Children of Sex” (hallelujah) and we are all sexual beings, but I suppose I could accept you as “asexual” if you didn’t ever think about sex and dislike any form of erotic touch (from yourself or someone else).

Amy also says she is “pro-bonobo”… like us! If a pro-bonobo person can be “asexual,” I’ll eat my vibrator.

Though in the daze of these QAnon-ish days, people make up words, definitions, facts, news, everything… with impunity.

Listen above or below to our awesome chat with Amy.

Smoking Olympics

We give a shoutout to U.S. sprinter Sha’Carri Richardson who cannot compete in the Olympic 100-meter race after testing positive for THC, a chemical in marijuana.

If marijuana made you run faster, I’d be Hermes, God of Speed and Weed

That’s just wrong. Weed is not a steroid!

If marijuana made you run faster, I’d be Hermes, God of Speed and Weed.

Although, she seems to have made a few nasty homophobic comments to Lil Nas X, I guess we can’t disqualify athletes for homophobia. Moreover, she’s bi.

The point is, Sha’Carri shouldn’t be disqualified for ingesting herb.

Sha’Carri Richardson

Most of the heavily stoned internet agrees.

Everyone also appears to agree that we need to Free Britney and FREE ASSANGE!  Pardon Snowden! With Cosby walking free and Rumsfeld never punished, it’s maddening to see these innocents imprisoned in various ways.

There’s lots of serious talk on this show, though while we’re discussing war crimes, a Redditor says he “wants to put his missile in my bunker.” That would be quite the bunker buster.

We also talk about climate change and the huge oil fire in the middle of the Gulf, as well as the condo collape in North Miami and crazy killer heat in the Pacific Northwest. We are rapidly burning, melting and demolishing our home on Earth.

Wills & Harry in matching caps check out their matronly Mom.

Moving onto English statuary… I realize it’s trivial, in the scheme of things, and I’m sorry if you love it, but the new Princess Diana statue is just not my cup of Twinings.

Everyone projects their own feelings onto celebrities, and I always saw Diana as a sexy, mischievous, glamorous adventuress.  This statue presents her as a stolid, somewhat frumpy matron. The “children” beside her look like miniature adults, with the girl rubbing her cheek and lips against the older woman’s left hand, giving Diana the air of a matronly predator “grooming” her young charges.

They should have shown Diana in a fancy frock, evening gown or naked like her namesake, the Goddess of the Hunt (check out Diane de Poitier‘s interpretation). But neither Prince Harry or William asked me before they went ahead and commissioned this artistic monstrosity.

Sighs. Sips Earl Grey.

Good news: Trump Crime Family CFO Allen Weisselberg has been indicted for tax fraud and Grand Larceny, among other white-collar crimes. Maybe this Donald won’t escape all accountability like that other Donald did.  One can hope.

Meanwhile, enjoy some sexual fireworks. They’re free!

July 3, 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.

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: 91:03 minutes

Date: 05/01/2010

Break out the maypoles and Pocket Rockets! It’s May Day and the first day of Masturbation Month.  That means it’s XXXmas in the merry month of May, and all the naughty guests on radioSUZY1 have stayed up late for the best holiday in the Church of Pleasure (besides Eros Day, of course). This week’s show centers upon self-love: stimulation, sensation, gratification, liberation, conversation, vibration, and just a little intoxication, with the congregation all coming together via what else but masturbation. We find out what gets our guests and listeners off, from standard fetishes about feet and older women to Cadence St. John’s very specific fantasy about a certain celebrity sweating it out with another man. We all know some guys are practically employed full-time as hand-jobbers, but tonight we make sure our female guests—and caller Lorelai–get in on the action as well.

 Cadence brings a pleasing rhythm to the airwaves with her eloquence, passion and whirring vibe, RubberNecro gets a little life breathed into her nether regions, and Asia and Christina blast off with their powerful little Pocket Rockets, with Asia squirting all over the studio floor again. It’s not all about the physical, though; a radioSUZY1 show always stimulates the mind as well. Dr. Suzy and Prince Max the Orator (the self-proclaimed “King of Masturbation) give us a little historical perspective on attitudes toward self-stimulation and divulge their methods for obtaining world peace. Hint: there’s no patriot missiles involved. And, lest we get too wrapped up in our own satisfaction, we’re reminded that May is also the month where we celebrate Mother’s Day, and Dr. Suzy gives Cadence a gift for her hot mom that’s just a bit more electrifying than the standard rose bouquet.

 After all the talk’s gotten everyone highly aroused, they release some tension with a blood-pumping demonstration of what happens when self-love turns into an orgy. The excitement and bodily fluids spill directly into the bonobo-wild after-party, where the passion gets so heated it’s practically scorching. But we wouldn’t expect anything less at Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy, would we? Thus concludes this week’s therapeutic session with our favorite Love Doc.  From everyone here at radioSUZY1, have a marvelous Masturbation Month, and remember to make love to someone you love tonight…especially if that someone is you. ;)

Need to talk? Sext? Webcam? Do it here. Have you watched the show? No? Feel the sex. Don’t miss the Forbidden Photographs—Hot Stuff, look at them closely here. Join our private social media Society. Join us live in studio 😊. Go shopping. Gift shop or The Market Place. DrSusanBlock.tv, real sex TV at your toe tips. Sex Clips Anyone? FASHION, we have fashion! We also have politics. Politics? Have you Read the book? No? How about the Speakeasy Journal? Click here. Ok, how about some free sex advice?

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Length: 91:52 minutes

Date: 4/25/2009

Sexy Canadian papergirls, the return of poor penis-fearing Stephan, even more MILFs and childhood vagina drawings, with special guests Twitmistress Mia von Doom (@mia) and our friend award-winning filmmaker Canaan Brumley (director of the forthcoming Speakeasy Movie).

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Length 01:45:44 Date: June 10, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block.

Wow. What a birthday. What a bacchanal of beauty, bonobo love, music, laughter, spanking and rejuvenating sex with a capital X.

Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Awomen? Photo: Jux Lii

Amen and Awomen.

A Pleasure-Popping Birthday in Bonoboville. Photo: RiqueMB

Praise be to the power and glory of sex.

It keeps you young.

And you keep me young, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners of Inner and Greater Bonoboville.

Birthday Party. June 10th, 2017. Photo: Eric Golowski

At least, you keep me from ever growing up. 

Penthouse Pet of the Year Runner Up Christiana Cinn does the Bday Split. Photo: Jux Lii

The proof is in this party, un feliz cumpleaños, un buon cumpleanno, yom hooledet sameyach, un joyeux anniversaire, an ecstatic orgiastic celebration of life, a Festival of Eros, with a nod of respect to Thanatos, and a very happy birthday to remember through any remaining birthdays I have left on this Earth.

An ecstatic orgiastic celebration of life, love & Agwa. Photo: Rick Slick

Thank you, Bonoboville—my awesome staff (see bottom of this blog), guests, readers, listeners, viewers and patrons—for everything you do that makes this crazy, kinky, wild and wonderful life possible.

Thank You , Capt’n Max, for making My Birthday Great Again! … and again and again and again! Photo: Eric Golowski

Thanks most of all to my charming Prince Max, for always being here for me, Captain of My Heart, husband of 25 years, my “prime mate” and very best friend, and for always loving me, no matter how bad a birthday girl I am.

For this Birthday, I Give Thanks… Photo: Eric Golowski

For this great birthday of birthdays (I won’t give you the number; I don’t want to shock you), I give thanks, and I give spanks—birthday spankings with The Bonobo Way, baby! Surprise blowjobs, naked dancing, cake sploshing and orgasmic Sybian rides also ensue. More about that in the “highlights” below.

And I Give Spanks… with the Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

I don’t have orgiastic birthday parties like this every year. Sometimes, I don’t have any party. Though I always try to do something pleasurable. Peace through pleasure; it’s the Bonobo Way, and if you won’t allow yourself pleasure on your birthday, when will you?

Dolphins Squirt

Last year, I spent the anniversary of my entry into the world watersliding into the warm baptismal waters of Puerto Rico. The year before, Capt’n Max and I rode horses and frolicked around the Madonna Inn, where everything is pink, which has long been (and obviously still is) my default birthday color.

The year before that, we just took a room with a private jacuzzi at the hotel next door and spent the whole night making love, being born again. The last big birthday party I threw was in 2013.  That one featured a sword swallower whose girlfriend swallowed his sword at the same time. It looks even more amazing than it sounds. Check it out on the DrSuzy.Tv archive.

Bday 2013. Photo: Jux Lii

This time, my actual birthdate (June 10th) lands on a Saturday and, having just come back from DomCon and Yale, a party in Bonoboville is just what this Doctor ordered.

Bonobo Birthday. Photo: Eric Golowski

Throwing your own birthday party can make you feel a little silly. People congratulate you for nothing but being alive. Though at my age, that is an accomplishment.

Bonoboville Birthday Bar Selfie.

In ancient times, people feared evil spirits, and it was a common belief that malevolent forces stalked you on your birthday. This is not as superstitious as it sounds. A long list of prominent people who kicked the bucket on the same date they were born includes: history’s greatest playwright William Shakespeare, American President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, actress Ingrid Bergman, feminist author Betty Friedan, Italian Renaissance painter Raphael and country singer Merle Haggard.  And it’s not just famous people.  A 2012 study led by Dr. Vladeta Ajdacic-Gross, published in the Annals of Epidemiology, followed mortality rates on over two and a half million individuals over a forty-year time span (1969-2008) and found that statistically speaking, people are fourteen percent more likely to die on the day they were born than any other day of the year.  Bumping up the numbers are various factors, including high rates of suicides (mostly by depressed men) and people doing foolhardy things to “celebrate” their birthdays, like having sex while skydiving. The sheer stress of Your Special Day also appears to bring on more lethal heart attacks and strokes. So, that ancient fear that “evil spirits” are more likely to snatch you on your birthday than other days now has hard science to back it up. Sorry, I don’t mean to blow out your candles too soon, but this is not an “alternative fact.”

Birthdays & Death Days (RIP Aryn Black) with Goddess Nicolette. Photo: Eric Golowski

In part, to protect the Birthday Person (BP) against such awful influences, the tradition of the birthday party evolved, surrounding the vulnerable BP with love, laughter, music, gifts and entertainment as a kind of “protection” against birthday-stalking demons.

Surrounding myself with love to keep away the birthday demons. Photo: RiqueMB

I must have better protection than the Secret Service because in terms of all of that, this birthday party is off the charts!

Too Much Fun! Photo: Eric Golowski

Here are some highlights:

• Greeting my fabulous guests—and feeling so blessed! Poets, porn stars, FemDoms, comedians, filmmakers, musicians, friends and lovers. Some bring wondrous gifts—erotic, edible and magical—but the best present is their presence.

• Opening the show surrounded by a bunch of balloons (gracias Ana and Miguel!), a bevy of beauties, pleasure, laughter and so much love.

Opening the show. Photo: Eric Golowski

• Waving a giant oblong birthday balloon. If you look closely, you might notice that it’s actually a condom. Thank you Glyde America Condoms! Only in Bonoboville will you see condom birthday balloons. Then again, maybe we’ll start a trend. I can just see a condom balloon-festooned float in the Pride Parade. Amazingly, the size of this particular condom is “Slim Fit.” That would make an Xtra-Large about as big as the Goodyear Blimp.

Whatsamatter Ikkor, don’t you like my Glyde America Condom Birthday Balloon? Photo: RiqueMB

• Showing off my luscious ivory latex gown, created by Catalyst Latex, which spills over the bed like melted vanilla ice cream. With my hot cherry pink “Birthday Babe” sash, bra and gauntlets, I feel like a cherry vanilla swirl birthday party dessert.

Melted Cherry Vanilla. Photo: RiqueMB

• Daniele Watts, Loni Legend, Erika Simone and Gypsy Bonobo sliding their hands up the sexy contours of my Catalyst Latex gown.

• Stripping off the enormous Catalyst Latex skirt, with Gypsy’s able assistance, to reveal my hot pink thigh highs and g-string under a see-through. Now I’m ready for action!

• Effervescent actress Daniele Watts stripping down to her Birthday Suit (unwrapping herself like a gift) even before I take off my skirt–actually, within the first five minutes of the opening of the show. “I need to be naked,” she explains, “I’ve had a stressful week.” For this we are empathetic, but also quite grateful.

Birthday Suit & Birthday Girl. Photo: RiqueMB

• Giving gaudy birthday party rings to my guests. I love receiving gifts, of course, but giving them is even better. It’s the Bonobo Way. The power to give pleasure is the greatest power we have. Actually, some guests get rings, some get bananas, and a lucky, hungry few get both.

“For God, for Country & for Yale.” Photo: RiqueMB

• Comedian Daryl Wright, 2012 SUZY award winner of “Most Intoxicated,” accusing me of having a “Yale fetish.” It’s true that I’m wearing a cherry pink Yale dog bandana I just got at my reunion, but I’m not wearing a Yale thong (they’re all in the wash from the reunion—more about that coming up!), and should school spirit only be for the jocks or what? Daryl tries to poke fun of Yale football, and though Yale is not known for pigskin prowess, they did just beat Harvard in their last Big Game, so Daryl, go back to the bar!

• Daryl’s girlfriend showing off her dazzling nipple jewelry. Ooh-la-la!
  

Rainbow High Heels for Gay Pride & a Bunch of Happy Birthday-Celebrating Bonobo Sapiens. Photo: Rick Slick

• Kicking up my rainbow high heels for Gay Pride Day in LA. And yes, Gay Pride could use a mascot, and what better mascot than the bonobo? For millennia, major religious groups, politicians and other authorities have railed against homosexuality and bisexuality, deeming it ‘unnatural’ and dangerous to society. Gay Pride season is a time to acknowledge that same-gender sexual relations are not a decadent, peculiarly human perversion of nature, but natural and even socially beneficial. Many other animals enjoy ‘gay sex,’ most notably, the bonobo. Of course, the bisexual nature of bonobos doesn’t exactly parallel human bisexuality or queer inclinations. Regardless of the differences, witnessing the fluid sexuality of bonobos helps gay, bi, transgender and other LGBTQ folks embrace their sexuality. Moreover, gay sexual activity is key to keeping the peace in Bonoboville. That is, when male bonobos engage in penis fencing and other erotic interactions, they’re less likely to kill one another. And when the females do the hoka-hoka, they’re more apt to look out for each other. Bonobos demonstrate that LGBTQ sexual diversity is utterly organic, adding to the richness of our individual lives and the ecology of society. It may even be the key to peace on Earth. The bonobos show us the way as a new, peaceful, bisexual Great Ape paradigm for humanity. That’s why Gay Pride should take the bonobo as a mascot, and help to save the real bonobos from extinction. How about it, Gay Pride? What a great birthday gift that would be!

Penthouse Pet of the Year Runner-Up, Christiana Cinn, shows us her latest Penthouse Magazine spreads. Photo: RiqueMB

• Christiana Cinn showing off her latest Penthouse spread to all of us “lovers and sinners” who she turns into her adoring “Cinners.” Christiana, who first visited Bonoboville with her Pet Sister, Pet of the Year 2015 Layla Sin, also announces that she has won the title of “Runner Up” for Penthouse Pet of the Year 2016. Woohoo! #GoBonobos for Christiana, a very special bonobo girl.
  

• Christiana’s friend Jack Jimminy giving me a nice butt slapper for my birthday and providing his butt for a few slaps: the first Birthday Spanking of the night!

Giving Jack a little birthday spank with his gift. Photo: RiqueMB

• Birthday spankings in general are a continual highlight of the night, of course. Where does the tradition of giving “birthday spankings” come from? One theory is that thy are based on the old medical practice in which doctors spank newborn bottoms on their actual birth day, supposedly to get them breathing properly. Or it may well be a way to ward off those evil spirits—as it arouses the libido. Rule of thumb: Don’t spank your children, even on their birthdays (it lowers their IQ and makes them more likely to support Trumps); do spank consenting adults who enjoy it. And we do enjoy it!

• Welcoming back Goddess Nicolette and remembering Aryn Black, a DrSuzy.Tv guest and a vital member of LA’s BDSM community; a teacher, leader, master and mentor. Aryn was also a dear friend and lover of Goddess Nicolette. who used to be known as Mistress Nicolette, She first appeared on DrSuzy.Tv in 2008, and this is her first time back since we were Downtown.

Remembering Aryn Black with Goddess Nicolette. Photo: Rick Slick

• Celebrating the Trumpster’s birthday (actually this Wednesday, June 14th – which Del Rey has dubbed “International Small Penis Day”) by giving him a much-deserved book–spanking with The Bonobo Way and humiliating his miniscule member as Christiana sings “Happy Birthday Mr. President.”

• First, we spank our Trump doll who is wearing two birthday hats, giving him an aptly devilish look. Then, towards the end of the show, John Clark puts on a Trump mask and gets down on his hands and knees for a good whack. Not bad for an 84-year-old guy.

Book-Spanking Bad Birthday Boy Trump, played by veteran actor John Clark, with The Bonobo Way. Photo: RiqueMB

• Amanda Blow revealing her boobs which are much larger than when we last saw her.

Amanda Blow shows off her bigger but still natural boobs. Photo: Eric Golowski

• Amanda sucking her banana with such compelling skill and passion that Chef Be*Live stands up and confesses, “I’m jealous of that banana.”

Amanda Blows My Banana. Photo: RiqueMB

• Amanda sucking Chef Be*Live’s “banana” with even more skill and greater passion, as his newly wedded wife Daniele applauds and cheers them on with glee. The rest of us also cheer for this amazing surprise blowjob in the middle of the show, as Amanda Blow more than lives up to her name and makes up for missing our 25th Wedding Anniversary.

• Daniele and Chef Be*Live High-Fiving after Amanda Blows.

Post-Blowjob High-Five! Photo: Eric Golowski

• Showing off My DomCon 2017 “Guest of Honor” award (Thank you, Mistress Cyan; Garry Spain in the house!) with fellow “Guest of Honor” and host of Femdom Power Parties, the illustrious Madam Raven Rae sporting a gorgeous faux leopard flogger that a good slave purchased for her at the DomCon Marketplace.

• Christiana Cinn putting Madam Raven Rae’s Bonoboville birthday ring on her finger with her luscious mouth and talented tongue.

Christiana Cinn puts my bonobo birthday ring on Madam RavenRae’s finger with her sensuous mouth. Photo: Jux Lii

• Erika Simone, our favorite Drag Queen Uber Driver, giving us the deets on her new SlingQueen “Office Space” play parties.

• Everybody enjoying their birthday bananas, though Amanda clearly won the banana-sucking prize for this show.

• Sir Pent giving a good OTK (over-the-knee) birthday spanking to Fire with a super cool paddle he made from a filed-down saw blade.

Sir Pent spanks Fire. Photo: RiqueMB

• Giving Aaliyah Corsets’ saucy friend Jem an OTK birthday spanking with Sir Pent’s saw blade and The Bonobo Way. What a naughty hottie!

• Capt’n Max bringing me a big birthday cake (bigger than Trump’s inauguration!) as the Womb Room goes wild.

• The Classic “Birthday Moment”: Making a Wish, Putting My Lips Together and BLOWING out my candles.

First Lick of Cake, the Bonobo Way! Photo: Jux Lii

• Taking the First Lick of cake icing off Gypsy’s beautiful boob.

Daniele does the Cake Dance. She really wants to sit in the cake, but settles for sploshing with pieces of it. Photo: Rick Slick

• Daniele rubbing birthday cake icing all over her boobs and tummy, as well as other people’s body parts. Splosh! Later she adds birthday popper streamers.
  

Daniele Watts, sploshed with birthday cake and streamers, makes a beautiful photo bombshell. Photo: Selfie

• Ikkor the Wolf singing me a hip-hop Happy Birthday song.

Ikkor, Max & the Bday Cake Boogie. Photo: Eric Golowski

• Christiana singing “Happy Birthday, Dr. Suzy” in the sweet breathy style of Marilyn Monroe.

• Doing a big Group Bonoboville Communion, like the Pope on Christmas at the Vatican.

Birthday Communion with Cake & Agwa. Photo:: RiqueMB

• Sheree Rose, Rhiannon Aarons, Jonny Minton, Mistress Tara Indiana and sub Tim arriving (after Sheree’s poetry reading) just in time for Communion.  Kristen Kraves and Mistress Liz also join in, and I take mine from Loni Legend’s legendary perky boobs.#FreeTheNipple!

• Christiana’s Cake & Agwa Communion

• Waterboarding Christiana Cinn, bonobo-style, with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur as she lies across Ikkor’s happy lap.

Waterboarding Penthouse Pet of the Year Runner Up Christiana Cinn, Bonobo-Style. Photo: RiqueMB

• Ikkor rapping a rousing rendition of “She Bad” as Christiana does one of her amazing splits, and we all birthday-boogie to the beat.

Christiana splits as Ikkor raps “She Bad.” Photo: RiqueMB

• Sharing a hand-slap with my Gemini Brother, the amazing Abe Bonobo, who keeps our computers humming, our websites running and our show broadcasting—all at the same time!  Abe gets to hang out with Penthouse Pet Christiana for this birthday.  On his last birthday, he got to hang out with Penthouse Pet of the Year Layla Sin! Wonder what’s in store for next year? Happy Birthday Abe! Also, Happy Birthday, Nori Carter (he’s here too)! Why do so many Gemini guys go cyber?
  

• Poppers (the streamers, not the drug)!

Birthday Poppers! Photo: Eric Golowski

• Sparklers!

Sparkling Sizzling Hot Birthday. Photo: Eric Golowski

• Sticking a sparkler between Elizabeth Aston’s boobs (reminiscent of sticking a sparkler in her ass on July 4, 2015 on the Bonoboville roof) and almost setting the Womb Room on fire.

Lighting up Elizabeth’s decolletage. Photo: Eric Golowski

• Chatting with my old radio producer John Clark, my past assistant Janelle Hopkins and their son Derek Wilder, who “came out” as a family on DrSuzy.Tv this past on Earth Day.

• Photo Blasts from the Distant Past: Me as a baby and a reprise of me holding Derek the day after his very first birthday.

My First Birthday (more or less)

• Watching Sir Pent give a fantastic flogging to Gypsy Bonobo’s perfect pink buns on the St. Andrew’s Cross.

• Munching scrumptious and effective Cannabelly brownies by Jux Lii.

Giving Aaliyah Corsets a big Sybian orgasm. Video Still Photo

• Giving Aaliyah Corsets an earth-shattering orgasm on the Sybian. Afterwards, she asks me how to squirt, which I tell her, and I just got the news that my instructions worked. Woohoo! Squirt for Peace!

• Del Rey, Daniele and Be*Live frolicking in the show bed and in the garden as the after-party boogies into dawn.

• Banana Play!

Bonoboville goes bananas! Photo: Jux Lii

• Setting sail with my Captain into a night (well, morning) of amazing orgasmic birthday sex. Rule of thumb: Always let the Birthday Person come first. Then, everybody has a good time.

Thanks again to all for an unbeatable, bonoboësque Birthday Bacchanal! If you want to give me a gift, please donate to Lola ya Bonobo, Bonobo Conservation Initiative, The Bonobo Project or one of the other organizations helping to save our kissing cousins from extinction listed on Block Bonobo Foundation. Here’s hoping your birthday, whenever it falls, is filled with love. I love you!

Bday Babe Post-Party Pre-Sex Selfie

Watch this show all week for free in the Bonoboville Lounge. Censored version on Facebook.  Permanent archive on DrSuzy.Tv.

Thanks to Our Volunteers:  Videographers: Benjamin Hinman, Michael Sullivan, Maurice Plough, Photographers – Slick Rick, RiqueMB, Eric Kolowoski, Jux Lii;  On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jacquie Blu, MarsFX, Johnny Jungle, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.  Dr. Suzy’s Hair: Mark Brown. White Latex Gown: Catalyst Latex.

© June 11, 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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Trixie Plenty, Samantha Fairley holding A Buttload of Months 2014 Calendar, Dr. Susan Block, Catherine Imperio, Jade Song. Photo: JuxLii

Length 1:38:12     Date: Jan. 25, 2014

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From Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols to Bonnie Rotten’s first gangbang, kinky sex and punk rock have engaged in a turbulent, electrified love affair. Embodying that affair with their hot bodies and vibrant, post-modern-countercultural spirits are my two featured guests—punk rock Renaissance woman and Electric SEX Enterprises CEO, Catherine Imperio, and her statuesque sidekick, mohawk-crown princess Samantha Fairley. They call their genre “sexrock,” and I call them the Electric Sex-Rockettes. Driving down from the wild beaches of Santa Barbara to new Bonoboville LAX, this award-winning dynamic duo of “unlicensed professionals” sexrocks DrSuzy.Tv with erotic electricity once again.

This is Cate’s sixth appearance on the show (others being Sex Appeal, Kafkaesque Sex, Stage Brother & the DTease, Lights & Rights and Fire-Spanking) and Sam’s fifth. Each time they take their glam-rock, tattooed, torn-fishnet fashion look to the next level. To open 2014, the theme is green, an electric shade of jade concocted with a potent cocktail of Splat for bleaching and Manic Panic for color. And what color! The Emerald City of Oz has nothing on these two fluorescent Parrots of the Caribbean. And though it’s the same hue as Troma Films’ Return to Nuke ‘Em High’s toxic green goo, Cate and Sam make it sexy.

As usual, they come bearing gifts as well as baring body parts, most prominently “A Buttload of Months,” their 2014 wall calendar featuring 12 “stunning, sexy and silly” self-portraits in seasonal poses. Since initial orders have just been posted, I’m honored to be the first to open up “A Buttload,” and let me tell you, it’s awesome. You’ll want to get yours now while the year is young!

And you’ll want to join to watch this show which is a real buttload of fun, as Cate and Sam strip down and spin around the in-studio stripper pole, topless twerking to the throbbing tunes of the DTease, whose song “Wall Street Prostitute” Cate feels is the epitome of “sexrock” with an anti-establishment political conscience. A little spanking with my JuxLeather finger flogger, teasing panty play, fluorescent green nipple tape, skyscraper shoes and various toys are exchanged—a Pipedream “Light Up Pecker Ring Toss,” a Doc Johnson “Indestructible” Rump Shaker (that, in true punk fashion, is quickly destroyed), Condomania condoms, a Screaming Ogee and a CalExotics do-it-yourself bondage belt.

We also squeeze in a blast into the past via dazzling clips from the DTease’s 2012 DrSuzy.Tv performance when Wilson Gil, guitar-smashing lead singer with the swagger of a swinging Steve Tyler, sang “Dirty Mattress,” sex-rocking the old Womb Room into one punkalicious, mattress-hopping orgy. Shay Golden’s spine-tingling orgasm starts the song as she rides the Sybian, her man Brock Hard fingering her, a naked-and-bound Kinky Gaga wiggling and Wilson warbling as he spins around the stripper pole like a punkish dervish. Into the erotic mayhem skip Cate and Sam in ultra-flimsy white panties, wielding big white pillows for (you guessed it)—an epic pillow fight—letting fly a million snow-white feathers, as another guest, Richard “Stage Brother”  Buonagurio, strips down to his birthday suit and enters the heavenly clouds of down. Speaking of birthdays, we give an on-air birthday shout out to our beloved Deauxma, the Texas geyser (thanks for the tip, Panty Boy).

But back to that DTease show which opens with “Mistress” Cate leading drummer Ryan Bodycombe into the Womb Room on a leash, whipping his naughty little buttload all the way. This leads us back into the current show’s discussion of the marriage of punk rock and BDSM, with a hat tip to the beautiful BDSM/steampunk-rock love affair of fabulous Fat Mike of NoFX and Goddess Soma who share Cate and Sam’s fetish for fluorescent hair coloring and tattoos. Other topics: golden showers, boobs, Cate’s ill-fated encounter with Debbie Harry, Sam’s high-level nipple maintenance, drunk sex, sleep sex, surprise sex, fake eyelashes, nudity, cannibalism, Sam’s day job at Kinko’s (where she wears a blonde wig to cover her green Mohawk), and Cate’s past as a heroin addict. That’s right, the capable empress of the Imperio Emperio was once a listless junkie. But Cate has gone from heroin to heroine, and she has been totally sober and squeaky clean—despite being very dirty (such is the paradox of punk sex-rock) for over four years. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! Both “soul-mates” Cate and Sam are a beacon of sex-positive, bonoboësque, go-go green light in the Sid-Vicious nihilist-punk darkness.

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Chris, Kinky Gaga, Dr. Suzy, Ashley Stone, Tasia, Lil Uno.    Photo: JuxLii

Length: 120:25 minutes        Date: 09/08/2012

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Is “weird” the new sexy?  This show explores the meaning of a brand new holiday whose time has come: “Wonderful Weirdos Day.” It started in Austin, the brightest blue spot in big red Texas, a town that honors diversity, art, originality, openness, freakiness and just plain wonderful weirdness in a state known for its rather punitive enforcement of Deep Southern-style uniformity.

I start with an ode to the glories of weirdness by the wonderfully weird genius Frank Moore.  Frank, in addition to being an award-winning artist, poet, rock star, filmmaker, happily married man, as well as my Presidential running mate in our 2008 campaign and the producer of The Dr. Susan Block Show on Berkeley public access TV, happens to be quadriplegic (relating to his cerebral palsy) and, well, a little weird.  The poem, Mutation is Evolution, is about how weirdness—whether physical “disabilities,” psychological uniqueness or sexual “deviance”—is a form of mutation which, as every elementary science student knows, drives the vehicle of evolution.  Therefore, society represses and tries to eradicate weirdness at its own risk.  Without the mutating power of the weird, we’d all still be single-celled organisms living in perfect, life-stultifying uniformity.

This is one reason I wrote my Open Letter to Yale President Richard C. Levin (now garnering dozens of comments, pro and con, from Yalies and anti-Yalies), taking him to task for scapegoating, censoring and essentially castrating Sex Week at Yale.  In Levin’s uncouth determination to repress “weirdness,” the expression of erotic (more…)

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Length: 75:32 minutes

Date: 4/05/2008

Alien fantasies, being experimented on by extraterrestrials, inter-racial sex which can seem alien to some people. Dr. Suzy takes some calls from guys whose penises are more discerning than themselves. Not everything works every time (like corn on the cob and bongs), even religion. What really makes humans bad and what’s the deal with voodoo. Religion, no doubt makes you fell good but does it cause you to do good?

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Length 01:47:28 Date: November 4, 2017

 by Dr. Susan Block

Ahoy there, mates and primates, bonobo buffs and sailor babes! Welcome aboard Capt’n Max’s Birthday Cruise, a celebration of an unparalleled RƎVO˩utionary life, also honoring the 3rd anniversary of The Bonobo Way revolution, as I “gave” Max the first copy of the published book, hot off the press, as a birthday gift on November 8th, 2014.

FemDoms, friends, landlubbers and true lovers gather around the Captain and me to share the bonobo love, nautical naughtiness, jungle fever, heartwarming life stories, Bonobo Way birthday book–spankings, latex loveliness, topless discipline, boobie cake and a radiant naked human birthday candle for the Birthday Boy.

Goddess Soma turns Antoinette into Capt’n Max’s Human Birthday Candle. Photo: Christine Dupree

Happy Bday Capt’n Max!

The Birthday Boy, Capt’n Max, a.k.a., Prince Maximillian Rudolph Leblovic di Lobkowicz di Filangieri, was born in the Vatican hospital in Rome, 74 years ago, three days after an Allied plane dropped bombs on Saint Peter’s Basilica during World War II. Escaping the onslaught, the infant Prince Max was hustled into the Alps where he spent the next two years before joining his royal family in Naples. At the age of seven, the little Prince emigrated, along with other deposed and fleeing royal families of Europe, on a big beautiful ship bound for the Great Promised Land of Montclaire New Jersey.

Yes, my Captain was a refugee—though a relatively rich refugee, thanks to his princely parentage—from a war-torn land. Indeed, rich or poor, European or Middle Eastern, we are all refugees, many of us from war-torn lands, hoping for a better life in America.

In America and around the world, the man we call Capt’n Max has created an amazing life for himself, for me and for countless fellow voyagers. He has done so many important revolutionary things in this extraordinary life of his that most people don’t know about. He was the pioneering publisher of the first “reader-written” media such as the LA Star, Love, Hate, God and Finger, and then The Brentwood Bla Bla and Beverly Hills, the Magazine. Of course, nowadays everything you see on social media is pretty much “reader-written,” but when Max and his cohorts invented the genre back in the 1970s, it was unheard of.

Happy Birthday, My Captain! Photo: Abe Bonobo

Now Max is the publisher of Dr. Susan Block’s Journal, executive producer of The Dr. Susan Block Show and co-founder of Bonoboville, both a new social-media and a real “socialist/capitalist,” pro-sex community in LA. He’s my partner, my “prime mate,” my husband and my hero. Happy Birthday Max!

Capt’n Max tells tales from his true life. Photo: June Tao

Bonobo Way 3rd Anniversary

And Happy Anniversary, Bonobo Way! In these troubled times of the Pussy-Grabbing, Nazi-Loving, KKK Clown-King Cheetolini; Harvey Weinstein’s Casting Shower (like the old Casting Couch, but sopping wet); America’s lusty Perma-Wars love affair; the out-of-control Military Industrial Complex, the ever-expanding Prison Industrial Complex, increasingly abusive police and Mass Murderers Gone Wild, the message of the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure, female empowerment and male well-being is more important than ever.

Trump Ball-Stomping Therapy in the Womb Room. Make way for the Bonobo Way! Photo: Jux Lii

Even without the backing of a big-name publisher or a A-list publicist, the book has accrued over 40 5-star reviews on Amazon and glowing endorsements from primatologists, porn stars, authors and ambassadors alike; today, Bonobo Way book sales are steadily rising, and a portion of all proceeds are directed towards the preservation of the highly endangered and very real bonobos in the wild. The message is getting out; but will we be able to “go bonobos” in time to save the bonobos from extinction, as well as ourselves? Only time will tell.

Introducing Goddess Soma & Onyx Muse. Photo: June Tao

Max loves strong women (he has since he was a young man getting his nipples squeezed by a German cougar), and it’s the Bonobo Way. Thus I’m thrilled to introduce our fabulous FemDom featured guests, both radiant in luxurious latex, Goddess Soma Snakeoil and Onyx Muse.

FemDom Bonobo Boobie Cake Selfie

Magnificent Goddess Soma

I am always happy to see Goddess Soma, a truly great FemDom, as well as good friend to me and Capt’n Max, whom we have known and adored since 2009.

Goddess Soma Snakeoli lights the Candle of Life. Photo: Jux Lii

On this special night, she looks absolutely stunning in a gorgeous aqua Latex Catfish outfit that she personalized with artistic splashes of turquoise paint to match her hair. Over-the-Knee shiny black boots complete the effect of pure radiant feminine dominance beyond compare.

The Goddess brings along her submissive Antoinette, decked out in turquoise glitter skirt to match her Mistress, little white schoolgirl socks, shiny black Mary Jane high heels and crotchless black panties. Antoinette is a BDSM “switch” who also enjoys being dominant, but always submits to Soma.

Antoinette surrenders to Goddess Soma’s Gift of Fire. Photo: Jux Lii

Who wouldn’t?

Soma gives Max a beautiful erotic art book, Doris Kloster’s Forms of Desire, for his birthday. But her greatest present is her presence, from her divine smile to her amazing BDSM play performances with Antoinette, from Bonobo Way book-spankings to fantastic fire play on the St. Andrew’s cross.

Snakeoil Lights Our Fire. Photo June Tao

Adorable Onyx Muse

The lovely Onyx Muse is looking lovelier than ever, her hot little body also clad in luscious latex, specifically Siren from Stockroom.

Not that she wears it very long. Performing a striptease to the tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster,” I help her unzip and slip out of her dress and into our hearts. Va-va-voom Ms. Muse!

Onyx Unveiled. Photo: Jux Lii

Thus unattired, she makes an exquisite Altar Girl for Bonoboville Communion, which I take from her sweet nipples, with relish! Well, really, it’s with salt; but I’d lick relish, hot sauce or anything else off those delectable boobies, any day.

Taking My Communion from The Altar of My Muse. Photo: Jux Lii

Then I surrender to the space between her thighs, letting my muse “Waterboard” me with Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.

Turn-about is fair play. So, I then play Altar Girl to Onyx for her Communion, offering my salted nipple for her sweet tongue, then giving her a good Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style, with the tastiest liqueur on Earth.

Waterboarding the Muse, Bonobo-Style with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur. Photo: June Tao

Rayna’s Birthday Jello Shots

What’s a birthday celebration without Jello shots?

Jiggling Jello Boobs by Rayna. Photo: Jux Lii

We don’t know, because my perky new on-cam assistant, Rayna, makes more than enough of these slurpa-licious brain-bombs colored ocean-blue and seafoam green, in the shapes of dicks and boobs that really jiggle as we giggle over their somewhat lumpy shapes.

The bigger dick looks like it barely survived a botched penis enlargement operation. But who cares? They’re delicious and deliver the vodka like a water cannon to your prefrontal cortex.

Rayna’s Cock-Shaped Jello Shots. Photo: Christine Dupree

Gifts of Love & Lust

In between his tales of his remarkable life and times, the birthday boy is pleased to receive many gifts from his fans and friends. As a longtime Miley Cyrus fan, Capt’n Max loves Clemmy Cockatoo’s present of a T-shirt emblazoned with Miley sticking out her tongue, of course.

Jacob Sokoloff the chimes-man, friend of Chef Be*Live and Daniele Watts (whose birthday fell the other day—Happy Birthday Danielephant!), who last visited us on Animal Play Birthday, comes bearing chimes for Max, as well as magic wands and crowns for all.

Yep, by this time, we’d totally forgotten we were still wearing Jacob’s freaky paper hats. Photo: Jux Lii

Capt’n Max and I put our crowns on over our captain’s hats and then pretty much forget all about them, rendering us festively silly-looking pretty much all night long.

Antoinette, Goddess Soma Snakeoil, Capt’n Max, Dr. Suzy, Rayna, Onyx Muse, Jacob. Photo: Jux Lii

Birthday Spankings

Of course, as with any Bonoboville birthday, there are spankings, not for the Birthday Boy, but for other well-deserving derrieres.

First, Goddess Soma gives Antoinette an over-the-knee (OTK) by hand, toying with the strands of her crotchless panties.

The Goddess gives the Bonobo-Way 3rd Anniversary Book-Spanking to Antoinette. Photo: June Tao

Then the great Goddess wallops her wench’s bare bottom with the Bonobo Way, and what an excellent 3rd anniversary book-spanking it is.

PHOTOS: JUNE TAO

Later, we are treated to a very different kind of Bonobo Way birthday spanking when the preternaturally naughty elfin Jacob the Chimes Maker, strips to his boxers and gets down on his hands and knees to receive a hard Bonobo Way book spanking from a topless Onyx Muse.

The Muse whacks the Chimes-Man with The Bonobo Way. Photo: Christine Dupree

Let Them Eat Boobie Cake!

Jello shots aside, what’s a birthday or anniversary without cake?

Capt’n Max’s Birthday Boobie Cake. Photo: June Tao

Of course, here in Bonoboville, if we’re going to consume a pile of carbs and lard, it better be in the shape of boobs and dicks ejaculating icing, as these cakes are. Thank you, Ana, for catering to our genital cake fetish. We love you!

Longtime fan of The Dr. Susan Block Show and a special guest of Capt’n Max, Sir Dragonsteel, sporting the sweeping black cloak you might expect a guy of that name to wear, brings Max an extra chocolate cake. Then My Handsome Prince blows out all his candles on both cakes as we toast the present of his presence.

A Sparkling Cider Toast to the Captain! Photo: June Tao

I love you, Capt’n!

From Birthday Candles to Human Candle

Not to be outdone by mere cakes, the great Goddess Soma Snakeoil oils up her subbie on the St. Andrew’s Cross and turns her into a human birthday candle.

The Making of Max’s Human Birthday Candle. Photo: June Tao

Reflecting the flicker of her flame, she pulls Antoinette’s crotchless black panties up and down, revealing her shaved vulva in the firelight.

PHOTOS: JUNE TAO

The fire skims the surface of the submissive’s skin, turning it pink, like a spanking, but with a different kind of sting.

From Fire to Erotic Heat. Photo June Tao

It looks just exquisite, reminiscent of Goddess Soma’s fire-playing appearance as the Queen of Chaos on Eros Day, 2010.

But it’s more intimate this time. It’s also a reminder of Max’s boyhood when he used to impersonate Jerry Lee Lewis’ “Great Balls of Fire.”

Yoni Flambe. Photo: Christine Dupree

And the Womb Room goes wild!

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire! Photo: Jux Lii

Then she blows her “candle” out with a kiss on the lips and gives her bottom’s bottom the kiss of her floggers.

PHOTOS: JUX LII

More Bonobo Way book-spankings, further tales of Capt’n Max, Trumpocalypse Therapy (mainly stomping on Trump’s balls this show), discussions and festivities ensue. Before we know it, the show’s over, and Ikkor the Wolf arrives (lol). Janelle and her daughter Farrah come up from the bar, and the after-party’s on.

Then it’s time for the prime-mates to meet in the jungle, and for me, the Admiral and First Mate, to blow out the Captain’s candle, and then ride it into a happy ending for everyone.

Happy Bday Max! Happy Anniversary, Bonobo Way! Happy Ending to All… aka Scorpio Moon :-) Photo: Jux Lii

But alas, a lot of endings these days aren’t very happy. As I write this, deadly bullets are raining on people praying in Texas, and the violence spreading through land, sadly showing how much we need to change our ways to the Bonobo Way. Will we make the change in time to save the bonobos and ourselves? We don’t know. We just know we want to be part of that change. That’s what Capt’n Max’s and my life have been all about.

Coming up: Max’s actual birthday and Bonobo Way anniversary, both on November 8th, the day that shall live in infamy when a major case of Electoral Dysfunction sucker-punched America. Then The Bonobo Way of Peace through Pleasure plays Vegas at the Erotic Heritage Museum November 18th at 2pm.

Spanksgiving in BonoboVille, Class of 2012: Teal Conrad, Raul Estrella, Natasha Starr, Raymond Seville, Sinn Sage, Pippi the Imp, Goddess Soma Snakeoil, Dr. Susan Block, Fat Mike, Shay Golden, Brock Hard, Dane Cross, Starry Knight, Master Liam, Tasia Sutor. Photo: Irwin

November 25th, it’s Spanksgiving time again with Madame Raven Rae. Give thanks on Thursday, then get spanked on Saturday night on the Dr. Susan Block Show, still, without compare, the Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth.

Wild Prime Mates of Bonoboville. Photo: Abe

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers – Jamal Berry & Michael Sullivan; Photographers – Christine Dupree, Jux Lii, Jun Tao, Keith Hardy; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jay Red, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel; Hair by Mark Brown.

© Nov 4, 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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Jacquie Blu, Savannah Fyre, Dr. Susan Block, Ikkor, Ono Bo. Below: Edgar & Lucy. Photo: Unscene Abe

Length 1:29:35 Date: July 9, 2016

by Dr. Susan Block

We open this show live from America’s killing fields in the Summer of Blood, white police murdering black men for no good reason and a black sniper killing white police, picking off cops like sitting ducks at a shooting range. As if emerging from an NRA wet dream, everyone is armed. The killers are armed, and in these particular cases, all of the victims are armed too. The police are armed to the teeth with hand-me-down weapons of Perma War, turning our “Peace Officers” into a domestic branch of the U.S. military. And PTSD-damaged veterans of America’s occupation of Afghanistan get armed like the army—legally, especially in Texas. Texans love their guns. And so the chickens come home to roost (hat tip to Malcolm X), and the Summer of Blood is upon us. Will we ever learn the Bonobo Way?

It’s only early July. Will the Summer of Blood get bloodier, or can we release our inner bonobos into a Summer of Love? Obama says we can: “As tough, as hard, as depressing as the loss of life was this week, we have a foundation to build on. We just have to have confidence that we can build on the better angels of our nature.”

I call these “better angels of our nature” our “bonobo” side. Though bonobos aren’t exactly “angels”; they’re animals just like us, and sometimes they hurt each other, like we do. However, bonobos seem to stop short of killing each other… like we do. Unlike our other close genetic cousins, common chimpanzees (who kill each other with some frequency, though not as frequently as humans), the female-empowered bonobos make peace through pleasure.

And yes we make choices every day—both personal and political—between the devils and the angels within us, the bloodthirsty “killer ape” common chimp side of us and the peace-through-pleasure bonobo side.

Can we turn this awful Summer of Blood into an awesome Summer of Love? We can and, in our own wild, whacky way, we do, right here on DrSuzy.Tv. After all, you can’t be killing while you’re coming, and if you watch this show, the only gun you’ll be shooting is the one between your legs.

Savannah Fyre lights up DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Ono Bo

After we get our wayward technology (and our naughty tech crew!) to behave, I light a fiery sparkler to introduce our featured guest, because that’s how hot Savannah Fyre is (though she’s not a fire fetishist like me). She’s a real-life MILF who looks like a grad student, a porn performer with 360 Models Agency, and now a therapist with the Dr. Susan Block Institute. Welcome aboard, Savannah Fyre!

A University of Maryland psychology grad and cam gal with a personal interest in bonobos, which she first stumbled upon in one of her (and my) favorite books, Drs. Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha’s Sex at Dawn, and which she is now learning more about in The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure, Savannah is passionate about becoming a great sex therapist and educator. 

We agree that the Bonobo Way can shine a guiding light for us confusedly “civilized” human apes to find our way out of the killing fields we have plowed with the blood and bones of our murdered brothers and sisters.  Some of us are fighting back with high-tech “Weapons” of Mass Discussion, our cell phone cameras, battling police brutality by streaming it to the world, stimulating discussion of the need for change. We also need action. We need Anger Management, Bonobo-Style. It should be a required course in police academies… and every other civilized school.

Capt’n Max says, “Black Lives Matter,” and someone else says “ALL lives matter,” then I say yes, all lives matter… especially mine, and of course, yours. But statistics show that there are disproportionately high numbers of black people being killed by police officers in this country, and that’s why I support #BlackLivesMatter, because our police departments and political leaders need to change this.

Ikkor raps as Savannah Fyre Twerks for Peace on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Ono Bo

Ikkor the Wolf joins the convo, emotionally relating his personal experience of fear for his life every time a cop stops him, which happens fairly regularly as he happens to be black. It’s enough to make a guy want to grab a gun and shoot somebody, or a bunch of people, along with his screwed-up self, achieving instant media stardom as Mass Murderer of the Day. Many of us want to be stars, we want recognition and we want to make our feelings known, but there are other ways! Ikkor chooses the Bonobo Way, the way of peace through pleasure, music, rap, a few blunts, all-embracing inclusivity (“We Are One”), the way of laughter and love, always love.

The Wolf is also very interested in the peace-through-pleasure path that Savannah Fyre opens up for all to see and follow… right between her legs.

Yes indeed, Ms. Fyre really heated up the Womb Room on her first DrSuzy.Tv appearance, kicking off Masturbation Month 2016 by self-pleasuring herself into a climactic squirting orgasm (now playing in Clip-O-Rama—don’t miss it!). It’s tough to top that, but on this show, she does.

PHOTOS: ONO BO

Stripping off her skimpy little dress and black panties, she reveals her beautiful, all-natural body with lovely 32C boobs, toned derriere and a delightfully trimmed auburn bush, which soon turns into a Burning Bush, but instead of emitting flames, it squirts Holy Water. Hallelujah! Praise the Lady. In her very sex-educational demo, Savannah shows and tells us how to find our G-Spots by stimulating her own with a glass dildo wrapped in a very lubricated Trojan “Groove” latex condom (thank you, AASECT) to produce her whitish (“I’m ovulating,” she shares) Amrita. Squirt for Peace!

PHOTOS 1 & 2: ONO BO.  PHOTO 3: SARAH BELLA. 
See Savannah squirt uncensored on DrSuzy.Tv! Coming soon to Clip-O-Rama!

Just before her erotic dildonic squirting performance, Savannah pees, showing the naysayers that no, squirting is not peeing (nothing against golden showers)! She also partakes in Bonoboville Communion (presided over by yours truly, High Priestess of the Salty Nipples) with the always charming Jacquie Blu and deliciously intoxicating Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur, garnering her an ecosexy Agwa lei. Yes indeed, Savannah gets lei’ed on DrSuzy.Tv.

PHOTOS 1 & 3: SARAH BELLA.  PHOTO 2: L’EROTIQUE

So does Lucy, distaff half of “Lucy and Edgar,” a masked mystery couple in our studio audience that steps up to the broadcast bed to declare their love for bonobos, as well as partake in their first Bonoboville Communion. He takes it from her rather sizeable boobs, and she surprises everyone by taking it from his butt! Become a Studio Member and you can too!

“She Bad.” Photo: Ono Bo

After-Squirt festivities include Ikkor rapping “She Bad” as Savannah twerks for in the nude and in the groove. It’s Miss Ono Bo’s last show night, so we’re sad to say good-bye, but happy to see her off, Bonoboville-style, into her next great adventure.

PHOTOS: L’EROTIQUE

And did I mention Jake is back? Between shirtless Jake and Ikkor, we’ve got beefcake-plus in Bonoboville this show.

PHOTO 2: UNSCENE ABE.  PHOTO 3: SARAH BELLA

Yes indeed: Cocks not Glocks! Squirt for Peace. Have more orgasms. Give more orgasms. Kiss someone you love. Hug someone you don’t particularly love. Share resources. Empower the female—within yourself and in the world. Take a deep breath. Empathize. Stop the killing. Get some therapy. Practice the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. The RƎVO˩ution starts with you… and me.

RƎVO˩utionaries

© July 10, 2016. 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: 90:54 minutes

Date: 09/26/2009

If it’s rockin’, don’t go knockin’ on Prysm and Rayfe’s loveboat. The cute couple comes by to talk about their steamy sailboat-love life with Dr. Suzy and Speakeasy Girl Sparkle Sparkle Bang Bang (or is that Gang Bang?), now a DJ looking for a Rock Star lover. Author Mitzi Szereto talks about her anthology of erotic fairy tales “In Sleeping Beauty’s Bed,” and the couple proceeds to get rockin’ drunk on Agwa. Aunt Debra’s back with her friend Christina, a lovely, quite giggly, young lady who reveals a big sexual surprise.

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?