Anti-War Operations Director Angela Keaton, Daryl Wright, Jake, Jade, Dr. Suzy, Aaliyah Corsets, Munkey-Barz, Charlie, Nick Hankoff, Amanda Blow, Brittany Blaze, Mo the Monster. Photo: L’Erotique

Length: 2:02:35 Date: May 25, 2013

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It’s funny how the last Saturday of Masturbation Month always falls in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend. How are we to conjoin such odd bedfellows?  Manhandle those hot dogs, boys!  Mash those potatoes, ladies!  Memorial Day signals the start of summer, heating up with sexy fun and the sizzling smell of fresh barbeque.  Of course, Memorial Day is also a requiem for the dead—the people who have been barbequed in America’s Perma-Wars.  The American dead, that is.  The other dead can get their own holiday, right?  Memorial Day is for America’s dead soldiers.  We are the Masturbation Nation serving the Multi-National Corporations of America (even if they’re based in Hong Kong).

And so, on this solemn sunny weekend, we salute the troops who have given the ultimate gift—their precious lives—for this community we call our nation.  We appreciate their service and the risk they take in the military jobs lottery (join up and spin the roulette wheel to see if you wind up with a subsidized education or your legs blown off!).  But we do not salute or support the Perma-War they fight against other nations, whose citizens also happen to masturbate, even if they have never heard of Masturbation Month. These other nations may have very different concepts of God, morality, honor, love and death.  But we all enjoy manhandling our horny hot dogs and/or mashing our pretty potatoes from time to time.  That’s part of what it means to be human, and to accept it in ourselves and others is part of what it means to be humane.  Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners of all Masturbation Nations around the world: Whether your particular nation condemns masturbation as the most evil sin you can commit or just considers anyone who jacks or jills off to be a pathetic “sex addict,” we all do it, at least sometimes (or even several times a day!).  We are one world in wanking. 

But back to Memorial Day and all those barbequed troops and civilians on both sides of the grill. At least Obama is not the rabid war-loving chickenhawk pussy that Bush was, and he did say Medea Benjamin was “worth listening to.” But he still keeps those BBQ embers burning—and Perma-War, Inc. going.  Every American president prefers some type of military violence over others.  Dubya loved his “preemptive strikes.”   Barack has a drone fetish.  He also has a hard-on for a true American hero imprisoned—maybe for life—for telling the truth about Perma-War.  I’m speaking of Bradley Manning, the brave ballsy Wikileaks whistleblower who deserves the Nobel Peace Prize but is now awaiting a secret court martial.  If convicted, he could receive a lifetime sentence to military prison where, according to the United Nations, he has already been subjected to “cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment.”  What does this say about our Masturbation Nation? In the apt words of blogger Susie Days, Bradley Manning “has betrayed our deep psychological need not to know anything about what our government does in our name.”  Basically, we’d rather just masturbate… which, by the way, Bradley Manning cannot do without being monitored.  Talk about inhumane.

Which brings us back to Masturbation Month in our Masturbation Nation.  Yes indeed, more Americans masturbate than BBQ, play baseball, watch TV, pay taxes or drop bombs from drones. Not everybody does any of those things, but everybody who can move masturbates.  Rarely do we admit to it.  But this is the month to celebrate it!  And so we come back to the physical…Though this show features some intense dialogue on America’s Perma-Wars, it climaxes with an intense, suspenseful, spectacular, masturbator squirting orgasmic grand finale, soaking our cameraman and cleansing our blood-stained souls like Holy Water.  Amen.  Awomen.  Enjoy your BBQ and chew on this succulent show!

FEATURED GUESTS

Angela Keaton: This sweet, sultry and ardently anti-war director of operations for AntiWar.com shares her passion for pacifism on the Memorial holiday.  AntiWar.com is working hard to stop the drones, sue the FBI for snooping, and get you anti-interventionist news, for instance by pushing for increased mainstream media coverage of the Bradley Manning trial.  They run on donations, so if you’re sick of the perma-wars too, donate today!

Nick Hankoff: This tenther libertarian and AntiWar.com development assistant is, of course, ardently anti-war (both the Perma-Wars and the also endless War on Drugs), and seems to feel right at home in peace-through-pleasure Bonoboville.  At least, he spends most of the show with a big smile on his face, especially when our next guest says he has “pussy-licking lips.”

Amanda Blow:  Looking almost like a Dr. Suzy clone with her big hat, Amanda is proud to be a legalized, licensed whore at The Bunny Ranch operated by our old friend Dennis Hof.  All that legal whoring doesn’t give her much time to watch the news, so she catches up on who Bradley Manning is in Bonoboville.  During Masturbation Education, Amanda tries every masturbatory gizmo we’ve got, but still can’t come.  She’s got a new video “Go Rape Yourself”, as in, “Take Care of Yourself.”  But if she equates self-pleasure with self-rape, well, that could be one reason she has trouble climaxing.  She has no trouble making fun of warmongers.  She says they all have little dicks.

Brittany Blaze:  We haven’t seen blazing Brittany since she drank Amanda’s pee on our Halloween 2011 Night of the Masturbating Dead.  She still loves golden showers, but tonight, she doesn’t pee.  She squirts!  Actually it’s quite a suspenseful but ultimately spectacular squirting performance, as befits the DrSuzy.tv climax to Masturbation Month.  It’s also dedicated to our troops, since Brittany isn’t exactly “anti-war.”  Eschewing all vibrators, Brittany grabs the biggest phallic object she can find: our gigantic black Flash Brown dong. Size queens and interracial sex lovers: Enjoy!  Thrashing among the pillows, she frantically teases clit while penetrating herself with Mr. Brown’s prodigious surrogate.  Mo the Monster ascends the stage to give the dong a push and a pull, and before we can say “Merry Masturbation Month!” Brittany is blazing a geyser of pure, crystal-clear female ejaculate.  Unlike America’s perma-wars, Brittany’s battle has an ending—a very happy, victorious one, baptizing me and my cameraman in her Holy Water.

Charlie: This 10-year US Navy veteran Coreman (medic) has never believed in violence.  So why join the military?  Lots of reasons: to see the world, get an education, learn a skill, be part of a community, get some benefits.  These are things that no other American business provides, at least not for the common folk.  Charlie’s simple revelation of “why I joined the military” sparks a deep discussion in which we consider how vast and powerful our military industrial complex has become, how many things it does, from building roads to providing education to saving lives.  And yet, its primary focus—its raison d’être—is killing people.  Later, Charlie shares that there is military code that actually forbids masturbation.  No wonder he’s now stroking it three times a day!

Jade: This shapely former Playboy bunny—1982–85 in the Phillippines International Playboy Club—and hot MiLF also happens to be the proud mother of our very own Madam V.

Jake: Aka “Jake the Snake,” this US Navy veteran of 21 years, married 27 years to Jade, papa of Madam V and happy to celebrate Masturbation Month in Bonoboville.

Daryl Wright:  Between comedy specials, playing Pimpin’ Cousin Mordecai for Purim and hosting NASCAR, Mr. Vodkatime cheers on the squirters, whores, bunnies, anti-warriors and veterans on DrSuzy.tv.

WEAPONS OF MASS DISCUSSION

The War Machine, War is now America’s Biggest Export, Barry Obama has a Drone Fetish, Secret Trial for Bradley Manning for Telling the Truth About the Perma-Wars, Dropping Bombs From A Control Panel is Like Masturbation (the Type we Don’t Like), “I am Bradley Manning” Campaign, Today’s American Army is a Mercenary Army Fighting for the Corporations, Golden Showers Are A Bonding Experience, Consensual Rape Fantasy, Fucking Yourself With A Pistol, Female Ejaculate is the True Holy Water, Going To Court Is Better Than Going To War, Masturbating On the Back of Captain Max’s Neck, The Bonobo Way

 PERFORMANCE EROTICA

Snake Play, Striptease, Topless Bonoboville Communion (Thank You Jello Shots LA), Getting Off With a Stuffed Bonobo, Fun with Munkey-Barz, Riding the Sybian While Sucking a Big Black Dildo, Riding the Same Baseball Bat Sized Dildo Without Lube, Riding It with Lube, Intense Clit-Rubbing,  Spitting On Pussy with Magic Saliva, Caressing With an Edgeplay Claw from Edgeplay Gear, Being on the Edge of Orgasm for What Seems Like a Long Time, Cumming For The Troops, Squirting

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Length: 100:34 minutes        Date: 03/31/2012

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Honoring the second principle of Sex Appeal: Six Ethical Principles for the 21st Century, we “celebrate sex” in the Womb Room once again, trying, as always, to get to “know ourselves” (fourth principle of Sex Appeal) while “doing no harm” (first principle), “being careful” (third principle) “not to throw stones” (sixth principle), but “speaking up and out” (fifth principle) with some seriously sex-laden discourse—not to mention, Sybian-riding intercourse. My two featured guests, a distinguished professor and a dazzling porn star, present their interpretations of “sex appeal,” delving into (more…)

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Length 01:52:51 Date: Dec. 29th, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

Sandwiched between our memories of 2018 and our fantasies of 2019, in our final DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2018, from the Womb Room sanctuary deep within the Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we present the 7th Annual SUZY Awards for 2018.

Presenting The SUZYs 2018 on the cusp of 2019 with My bubbly assistant Blossom Green, DrSusanBlock.Tv technical director Abe Bonobo & Stormy Daniels the Blow-Up Doll. Photo: Jux Lii

Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

First Nip Slip of 2019! Photo: Selfie

Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, well before XBIZ, the AVNs, the TEAs, the Oscars, the Grammies, the Emmys, the Webbys, the VMAs, the SAGs and the Golden Globes launch their awards into the starry skies of the global village, “The Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth” is here to give you the Good News of the best of 2018 with The SUZYs!

The SUZYs 2018: Mr. Banana, Blossom, Ana, gagged tRUMP, Dr. Suzy, Clemmy, Onyx Photo: Jux Lii

Our goal, as always (besides having a cum-ton of fun), is to advance the cause of sex education and research, inspire better erotic entertainment with a more sex-positive and sapiosexually stimulating aesthetic, save the real bonobos from extinction and support a bonoboësque ethos in the world.

Making Love to Our SUZY Award – Photos: Onyx Devall

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

ANNOUNCING the SUZYS 2018 PHOTOS: JUX LII

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

Checking out the Listicle of some of our favorite (and least favorite) folks. Photo: Onyx Devall

Otherwise, all award winners are selected from guest or “product” appearances on the 42 live broadcasts ofThe Dr. Susan Block Show in 2018. Not all awards are “good,” as you’ll see, especially towards the end of the “Politics & Sex” category; there are some booby prizes for the deserving.

So, without further ado, here it is, another sparkling listicle of some of the world’s greatest sexperts, sexpots, artists, exhibitionists, activists, visionaries, revolutionaries, hot bonoboesque babes and dirty rotten bastards who have appeared, been placed, praised or parodied on The Dr. Susan Block Show throughout this amazing year.

And the winners are….

#GoBonobos

• “Most Bonobo” – Juici Jenni
• “Most Bonobo Couple” – Danièle Watts & Chef Be*Live
• “Most Bonobo Celebrity” – Ashley Judd
• “Best Bonobo Conservation” – Lola ya Bonobo
• “Best Bonobo Conservation” – Bonobo Conservation Initiative
• “Best Bonobo Promotion” – The Bonobo Project
• “Most Bonobo Off-Campus Interview” – Greg Friedman, Inner Journey
• “Staff Award” – DrSuzy-Tv Staff

Porn for the People!

• “Hottest Sex” – Lexi Lore & Eric John
• “Most Joyous Sex”- Lexi Lore & Bryan Jameson
• “Best Big Booty” – Mimosa
• “Hottest Masturbator” – Eva Yi
• “Hottest Porn Starlet” – Athena Rayne
• “Most Cunning Linguist” – Ron Jeremy
• “Hottest Hopper” – Amputee Brittney
• “Best Blow-Up Doll Sex Act” – Siouxsie Q James
• “Sexiest Cougar” – Sally Mullins
• “Most Sapiosexual” – Riley Reyes
• “Best Female Ejaculation”- Juici Jenni
• “Most Enthusiastic Pornstar” – Danni Dawson
• “Most Congenial Sex Worker” – Kacy TGirl
• “Best Masturbation Confession” – Lexi Mansfield
• “Quirkiest Porn Performer” – Veronica Rainbow Scum
• “Hottest Motorbunny Ride” – Elle Voneva

Kink, Fetish & BDSM

• “Most Dazzling Domme” – Goddess Phoenix
• “Best Snaketail Whip” – Mistress Cyan
• “Sexiest FemDom” – Madam Raven Rae
• “Most Well-Rounded Kinkster” – Rhiannon Aarons
• “Best Animal Play Monarch” – Madame Margherite
• “Most Beautiful Ball-Kicker” – Goddess Virgin
• “Most Timely Fetish” – Gas Mask Girl
• “Best Submissive” – Bratty Wolfie
• “Most Colorful FemDom” – Mistress Bella Bathory
• “Best Wrestler” – Mistress Kara
• “Most Elegant FemDom” – Mistress Damiana Chi
• “Best Trump Voodoo Doll CBT” – Mistress Porcelain Midnight
• “Best Dressed Dom” – Jack Friday
• “Cutest Kinky Couple” – Mistress Mina & Jake Dill
• “Best Dog & Mistress Act” – Mother Tink & Fizzgig
• “Best Hand Spanking” – Jenna Rotten
• “Hottest Humiliatrix” – She God Claire
• “Best Attitude Adjustment” – Madame DeSade Fatale
• “Tastiest Nude Cake Server”- Mpenzi Barbie
• “Best Bonobo Way Book-Spanking” – Lola Bastinado
• “Best Bonobo Way Book-Spankee” – Brigitte Bucchanan

Erotic Arts & Media

• “Best Comeback Artist” – Sheree Rose
• “Best Cosplay” – Dorian Black & Peggy Reynolds
• “Sexiest Dancer” (female) – Diamond
• “Sexiest Dancer” (male) – Andy the Gypsy
• “Best Burlesque” – Veronica Voss
• “Sexiest Clown” (female) – Vespa Synd
• “Sexiest Clown” (male) – Michael Vegas
• “Hottest Rawkstar” – Chef Be*Live
• “Best Levitator” – Special Head, aka Danny Wolverton
• “Best Hair (Natural)” – Zivu A’ balam Lucas
• “Best Hair (Fake)” – Queerella Fistalot
• “Best Hair Stylist” – Mark Brown
• “Best Blast from the Past” – Misti Dawn
• “Happiest Comedian” – Anthony Davis
• “Funniest Comedienne” – Sunshine McWane
• “Most Intuitive” – Susanna Brisk
• “Most Deadpan Funnyman” – Lamar D. Sol
• “Sexiest Sexual Healer” – Shana Lay
• “Sexiest Filmmaker” – Moushumi Ghose, MA MFT
• “Best Sex-Positive Networker” – Wry Mantione
• “Sexiest Shaman” – Shaminatrix Missy Galore
• “Hanukkah Candle Race Winner” – Abdullah Saeed
• “Best Selfie Artist” – Indy Sterning

Sexy Music

• “Hottest Rapper“ – Ikkor the Wolf
• “Sexiest Singer” – Elena Rayn (clip)
• “Sweetest Singer” – Jezebel Sweet
• “Best Spanking Song” – Carmina Formosa [ai] “The Kinkster”
• “Best Pianist” – Nori Carter
• “Best Aria” – Surka Noelle
• “Sexiest Spoken Word” – Tuesday Conner
• “Funniest Singer” – Lahna Turner
• “Hottest Electric Violin” – Wicked
• “Most Soulful Singer” – Sunny War
• “Best MJ/Prince Impersonator” – Omar the “Prince of Pop”
• “Best Sax” – Professor Oni

“Best Sax” – Professor Oni! Photo: Onyx Devall

Hottest Stuff

• “Best Liqueur” – Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur
• “Best Leather” – JuxLeather
• “Best Aphrodisiac” – Cannabelly Cookies
• “Best Sex Educational Puppet” – Wondrous Vulva Puppet
• “Best Condoms” – Glyde America Vegan Condoms
• “Hottest Sex Toy” – Motorbunny (clip)
• “Most Orgasmic Sex Toy” – Hitachi Magic Wand
• “Best Alien Dildos” – Bad Dragon
• “Best Classic Orgasmic Ride” – Sybian
• “Best Blow-Up Doll” – Adult Warehouse Outlet
• “Best Latex” – Demask
• “Best Latex Dress” – The Latex Store
• “Most Dazzling Gift: The Fiber-Optic Whip” – Goddess Phoenix
• “Funniest Gifts” – Jacob Sokoloff
• “Most Sacred Dildos” – Divine Interventions

Sex & Politics

• “Best Trump Buster” – Stormy Daniels
• “Most Bonobo Resistance Movement” – Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump
• “Best at Beating Trump” – Mistress Tara Indiana
• “Best Strap-On Trump Stuffing” – Goddess Soma Snakeoil
• “Best Stormy Daniels” – Rhiannon Aarons
• “Best ‘Be Best’ Melania” – Miss Antoinette
• “Best Porno Ivanka” – Lexi Lore
• “Best Trump High-Healing” – Mistress Katarina
• “Best Golden Showers on Trump” – Goddess Lillith
• “Biggest Trump Baby” – Tim Sewall
• “Best Russian Pee Party Trump” – Nemo
• “Weirdest Trump” – Jeeves
• “Best Naked Trump” – Michael Q. Schmidt
• “Most Bonobo Political Activist” – Chris Gagliardi
• “Best Trump Pee Pad Art” – Jeffrey Vallance
• “Sexiest Political Art” – Neverwuz, Scott Siedman
• “Sexiest Street Art”- Plastic Jesus
• “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee” – Luzer Twersky
• “Sexiest Trump Voter – Tammie Parrott
• “Best Putin” – Danièle Watts
• “Sexiest Journalism” – Counterpunch
• “Biggest Shithole” – Donald J. Trump
• “Biggest Bunch of Shitholes” – S. Congress
• “Biggest Bunch of Billionaire Shitholes” – Trump Cabinet
• “Worst Cuckold” – Paul Manafort

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

Big Congrats to the winners and hugs to the losers (though once again, Luzer is a winner). There’s lots of time to win for 2019!

Actually, The 2018 SUZYs is the awards show that almost wasn’t. Less than a week ago, I was being hoisted out of Bonoboville on a stretcher by a couple of fine, strapping young paramedics. Once again, I was teetering on the edge of life and death, unable to breathe, my “sensitive” sinuses and lungs essentially choking on climate change here in America’s most polluted city.  

GasMask Chic

One of the many insidious “side effects” of all our virtually unbridled capitalism, “freed” to do even greater damage by tRump and his ecocidal appointees, is an uptick in human (and probably other animal) respiratory illnesses.

Maybe I’m developing a Mask Fetish.

Development assessors rarely take into consideration that the very air we inhale is becoming more poisonous, for some of us more than others, though these rising levels of toxicity can’t be “good” for anybody.

On the other hand, I am deeply grateful for modern human technology since it—along with Capt’n Max’s love—is what saved my life, once again. Thank goddess, they didn’t have to put me on one of those nightmare breathing tubes that goes down like you’re being viciously throat-raped by a sadistic AI robot. Instead, they stuffed my face into a strappy black mask that forced gales of oxygen up my nose. It hurt a little, but it was a good hurt — it felt like a necessary hurt and it really resurrected me.

GasMaskGirl wins the 2018 SUZY award for “Most Timely Fetish.” Photo: Onyx Devall

Also the mask reminded me of one of those cool fetish gasmask like GasMaskGirl wears. So when I give GasMaskGirl the SUZY award for “Most Timely Fetish,” I really mean it.

With the wildfires, flu season, active construction and all the inherent issues of the Great Dying, more and more of us are wearing masks for one reason or another. Might as well enjoy the eroticism of it.

Back to Life with Ana & Blossom: Happy 2019! Photo: Jux Lii

Big thanks to those strapping first responders, as well as the wonderful doctors and nurses at the first hospital they took me to (which, like Trump giving away the location of the Navy Seals, I gave away on the show, but I’m not going to do again here) and the good folks at Kaiser Permanente. You all win SUZYs.

Which brings me back to the awards, and since it’s almost New Year’s, I’m wearing the traditional cardboard New Year’s hat, except on top of one of my other “Mistress of the Airwaves” hats. Two-hat chic.  As is traditional, we don’t invite any of the winners, or anyone at all to the award show itself. In fact, we discourage our Speakeasy members from attending this one between the holidays evening, though all are invited to tune in live as I announce the winners, with the bubbly, popper-popping help of my adorable assistant Blossom Green.

Blossom bubbles, pops & cheers by our awesome new Bonoboville Communion Bed Bar, with Agwa, Absente Absinthe, Magellan Gin, Pango Rum, Poir Liqueur, Rhum Barbancour & more(!), as I announce The SUZY Awards 2018. Photo: Onyx Devall

Two new Speakeasy members, Marvin from Santa Clarita and Mohammad from Tehran, show up to enjoy the proceedings from the bar. Later, when I’m wondering why Marvin is so sanguine about the ever-worsening California wildfires, I ask him what kind of work he does. “I install sprinkler systems,” he replies. No wonder he doesn’t mind the fires.

Mohammad & Marvin, our two new Speakeasy members, get The Bonobo Way! Photo: Abe

Mohammad, who works in “computers” is a real jet-setter of our times, traveling back and forth fairly often between the U.S. where he works and his native country of Iran.

Mohammad Pops! Photo: Jux Lii

I’m sure that’s challenging with Trump’s Muslim ban and disturbing tendency to demonize Iran, but Mohammad just shrugs and says it’s not so bad.

Post-Popper 2018 SUZY Awards Bliss. Photo: Jux Lii

Though he does appreciate some of the boobie prizes I give Trump Crime Family, especially the “Worst Cuckold” award for Paul “The Oligarch-Fellator” Manafort.

The Clemmy Show

In between awards, we celebrate our favorite Cockatoo’s birthday yet again.

Blow Clemmy Blow! Photo: Jux Lii

She’s Marlena Dietrich-sexy in her bartender’s white shirt, vest and dandy grey tweed frock coat, blowing out her candles and reveling in her Clemmy cake, even though the day before she’d confessed to a bit of that age-old childhood birthday trauma: having your birthday fall between the holidays “sucks.”

She certainly makes up for lost birthdays, sucking the cake off my finger, as well as Blossom’s and—with especially sensuous panache—her girlfriend Amy’s sweet saucy digit.

Birthday Splosh. Photo: Onyx DeVall

Why not a bit of splosh for the Down Under designer of Dr. Susan Block’s Speakeasy Journal, first edition: SPLOSH ‘n’ ART.

When she’s not bartending, gallivanting or canoodling with Amy, she’s hard at work designing our next issue, the title of which is SPANK ‘n’ ART, so of course, after the cake-sploshing, we have to give our beloved, naughty girl a good hard-as-a-magazine over-the-knee (OTK) birthday spanking.

Bottoms up for the Birthday Gal

Whereupon she throws off her frock coat and dives over all six of our wiggling, giggling knees. Ahhh… Birthdays in Bonoboville. Clemmy being ageless, I let her pick the number of spanks she gets, and she chooses 25, and that’s what she gets, with a few more to grow on, because I said so.

Birthday Spanking for the SPANK magazine designer! Photo: Jux Lii

I prefer to spank a happy nude rear—it’s so much more sensuous, not to mention easier on the hand—but our darling neo-Victorian Clemmy insists on keeping her very thick jeans on, so I forego the hand to give her a good solid book-spanking with an unfinished proof copy of our soon-to-be-published SPANK magazine, with Amy, looming in a big black hat, holding her and her mic for dear life up front and Blossom giggling at her feet.

Why not spank our Speakeasy Journal designer’s saucy birthday bottom with the proof of the new magazine, since she really does have to finish it soon, hopefully in time for the holiday spankings of Lupercalia.   Plus, the little post-it notes flying out from the pages as I whack her tough behind look like New Year’s confetti, office-style.

I also give Blossom a light New Year’s spank on her not-so-nude but still very nice and very sparkly rear with “Most Dazzling Domme” ” Goddess Phoenix’s also award-winning fiber-optic whip.

Though it’s just us locals in the Womb Room, plus Marvin and Mohammad—what a pair!—this show features plenty of action in the form of clips we play of several of the award-winning erotic performances (all of which you can watch à la carte on Clip-O-Rama). Kudos to Gideon for editing the clips, and big thanks to Harry Sapien for organizing amazing images of the winners, making the SUZY Awards 2018 a real show of shows.

Spanking in the New Year on Blossom’s bottom. Photo: Onyx DeVall

No, we’re not sponsored by the NRA (we’re for cocks, not glocks), though to celebrate each award’s announcement, Blossom detonates a popper that sounds more like a gunshot than a party accessory, or maybe I’m just “sensitive.”

The Pro-Sex Anti-Award Awards

In a way, the SUZYs are the pro-sex, anti-award awards.

SUZY award Selfie

While some of our categories are serious, many are parodies, and there are the booby prizes. It’s up to you to figure out which is which. As always, we are safety and ecology-minded, carefully placing a Glyde America Vegan Condom on the golden head of our SUZY statuette, crafted by Clemmy in the Bonoboville arts & crafts department from a “World’s Best Person” award Max got me at the Hilton during DomCon. At optimal balance, it looks like a latex halo or one of my hats, though it has a tendency to fall off, like too-big condoms do, with the slightest jiggle. Also, this year’s halo-condom is cherry red, so it has a bit of a demonic look.

Most of our winners get digital awards to show off in all their social media. The ones that visit us again get “I Won a SUZY” buttons, and an occasional few do the “paperwork” to get an actual inscribed statuette, with or without the condom. Seriously, the award can and has been used as a dildo by some of the winners, and we do not find that the least bit dishonorable. Just don’t let the condom fall off, especially if you’re sharing.

Popper-gagging & punishing our Trumpus Voodoo Doll (it works!) with his 2018 “Biggest Shithole” SUZY award. Photo: Selfie

After a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—and Trumpible, with much of the terror Trumped up from the top, trickling down to We the People, whether you loved or hated it—this year is in the rear. 

With Capt’n Max in three hats & Jux by the Tree checking his phone. Photo: Selfie

Thus, with a fond farewell to 2018’s 42 great shows, a Merry New Year,a very Happy Nude Rear to the coming new year, and a bellyful of Jux Lii’s deliciously potent Cannabelly cookies, off we disperse, like confetti or human post-its, into the chilly New Year’s night.

Slipping into the theater under the covers withmy Captain, wegrab, spank and squeeze each other’s tired but very Happy Nude Rears, as well as various other aforementioned shenanigans, generating almost shockingly huge, organic, non-fossil-fuel burning award-winning grand-finale climax(es).

Award-Winning Love. Photo: Selfie

Not bad for a couple of old RƎVO˩utionaries steering the Good Ship Bonoboville through the stormy seas of the Trumpocalypse, one of whom couldn’t breathe the other day. Praise be to the power and glory of sex and the tantric 4-7-8 Breath of Power. Amen and awomen.  

Meanwhile, congrats to the winners! We obviously love you (unless you got a booby prize). Happy Nude Rear! Hope to see you back on the show in 2019! With 2019 uncertain as the weather, join us on the path of peace through pleasure. Share your views or show off your talents, be a guest on the show. Join the sapiosexual conversation, the inter-arts integration, the pansensual exploration and the erotic resistance on the Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth. Maybe you’ll win an award.

© Dec. 30, 2018. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length 01:18:15  Date: August 7, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

Horses and humankind have had a close interlaced history since some equestrian pioneers in Ukraine and the Eurasian Steppe first “domesticated” (i.e., enslaved) the Equus ferus, transforming the wild horse into a beast of burden for human exploitation, transportation, farming, enhanced warfare and (on human terms) friendship some 6000 years ago. Horses were such an integral part of human life and *progress* that in the late 18th century, the ubiquitous steam engine’s output was measured in terms of draft horses, called “horsepower” by Scottish engineer James Watts, and later expanded to include any type of piston engine, turbine, electric motor or other machine.

Between real Equus ferus caballus and Homo sapien machinery-out-of-control this Love Train gallops into the future at about 7000 horsepower. Choo-Choo!

Cars have 180-300 horsepower, a lot less than a train, but enough to do serious damage as we saw this week when a drunk driver crashed his SUV into a compact car at an intersection right outside of Bonoboville. It was horrific just to witness. At least one of the motorists was killed, and it wasn’t the drunk dude.

Word on the street is that the local police don’t bother to ticket speeding cars and drunk drivers enough to keep our city safe from vehicular horsepower-out-of-control. I guess they’re too busy “inspecting” innocent sexologists like me. Yes, we are in the process of responding to the unconstitutional, illegal police raid/panty raid of a couple weeks ago. At the scene of the accident, who do we see but one of the cops that frisked us! Gritting our teeth, we waved cordially.

Drunk-Driving Accident Outside Bonoboville. Photo: Author

Meanwhile, fancy Tesla electric cars (480 horsepower) are exploding like fire bombs in owners’ garages. People say the vaccines need more trials, but how about these wheels? Maybe this is what happens when you’re in a sperm wars space race and too busy to quality-control your main business…

Bezos’ Blue Origin B-3 engines generate one million horsepower powering the penis-headed mogul into 12 blissful and sky-high expensive minutes of suborbital atmosphere. Speaking of the Billionaire Dicks in Space Race, we review some reactions, including my dialogue with fellow Yalie Don Moloney in which I may have actually transformed his “pragmatic” thinking about wealth distribution… or at least made him bow to my bonoboësque radiance. Boola-Boola!

News Flash: A fascinating new Counterpunch article “Brazil, Amazon, World: Toxic Masculinity” by Jean Wyllys & Julie Wark links to my Billionaire Dicks in Space Race as an example of toxic masculinity… with extra horsepower!

It’s interesting to think about horsepower and how human attempts to outrun horses, outswim fish and outfly birds have essentially brought us to the *finish line* of climate catastrophe.

Back to real horses, and just a few of the ways we humans enjoy, exploit and abuse them. The weird news of the day comes out of Boston, where 19-year-old Jackson Z. Kelley was arrested for violating a horse. No, he didn’t do it with a horse that’s “hung like a horse.” The victim was a mare, and yes, she was violated, though she’s okay now (guessing Mr. Kelley is not “hung like a horse” either), according to her “owners.” See why I identify these imprisoned nonhuman animals as just a step removed from slaves? They have owners…

As our Love Train moves though the meadows of the mind, Capt’n Max and I chat about the ancient relationships of humans and farm animals, as well as Greek mythology that conjured up the Centaur, the magnificent fantasy hybrid: half man, half horse and all libido.

But even the ancient Greeks wouldn’t defend Mr. Kelley’s crime. According to a tape and his confession, he harnessed and cross-tied the mare before raping her.  Yes, what he did was not *just* bestiality; it was also rape. Fantasy is one thing, but do not try this at home! Or in the stable. Reasonable people would agree that what Mr. Kelley did was wrong, illegal, unethical and, if you will, *inhumane.*

However, there are subtler forms of “Abuse of Horsepower” that humans who think of themselves as very humane commit without much thought. On the same day I stumbled upon the Boston Horse Rapist, I was dazzled by magnificent images of rock legend Bruce Springsteen’s equestrian daughter Jessica Springsteen, in fierce red, white and blue jockey regalia, riding her stallion Don Juan van de Donkhoeve (“Don Juan Donkeyballs?” asks Max) like an English Amazon. Not only does the “Boss’ Daughter” (literally) look fabulous, she also just won a silver Olympic medal with the American jumping team.

But how does Don Juan feel about racing in the Olympics? Is forcing a horse to race and jump like that also animal abuse? Fans joke that Springsteen is “Born to Jump,” and she’s obviously highly skilled and talented, but it’s Don Juan that’s being forced to carry his Mistress, race and jump the hurdles, beast of burden that he is, despite all the accolades and medals he probably doesn’t much enjoy.

I confess I enjoy horseback riding, and so does Max. Giving context, he tells the tragic story of his childhood girlfriend being thrown from a horse to her death. A horse threw me once, when my millionaire boyfriend (the horse’s “owner”) thought it would be “funny” to crack the whip, scaring the horse into throwing me. Thanks in part to me learning to land on my butt in Clowning Class, I was fine. Though I broke up with the millionaire soon after that, having learned an early lesson about how bathing in buckets of money can make a dirty dickhead even dirtier.

Speaking of horses, check out my more positive equestrian adventures in Afghanistan and true tales of sex on a horse in The Bonobo Way.

I’m pretty sure my sex-on-horseback days are numbered, but at least the Captain and I still have some kind of sex. Since we’re quasi-workaholics, we often take a break from work for sex, and for these “sex breaks” we use a bed, as we’re way too old to be doing it standing up, on a horse or even in the limo. We need to be comfortable! Is that a crime (our local police seem to think so)?

“Hot senior sex” is no crime (yet), nor is it even taboo anymore, but it’s probably not at the top of your Mainstream Media feed. So, we’re here to help. Even if you’re not a senior, one day (if you’re lucky), you will be, and you might remember the sex-life lessons you learned from F.D.R.

So, straight from the Horse’s Mouth (with XXXtra Horseradish!)…

We talk about the pleasure—like riding my cowboy, cowgirl-style, into bigger, more intense orgasms than ever. And we talk about the pain. Unfortunately, I don’t mean fun pain like spanking or massage. I mean changing sex positions when an abrupt flash of excruciating pain shoots down your lower back, or relaxing into the build-up to orgasm and suddenly getting a foot cramp and needing to jump up and down on it… before resuming.

It happens.

The important thing is to remember that “it happens” and to resume! Don’t get discouraged. Maybe you need to alter the angle or rest for a minute before resuming… Just don’t give up (unless you’re having a heart attack; in which case, call 911)! The orgasms and intimacy are worth the effort. And those sex heart attacks are much less likely if you have regular sex.

All that horseplay and sex talk makes us hungry to examine a luscious peach from the Bonoboville Garden that looks like a Georgia O’Keeffe vulva with a slit and a clit, though instead of a flower, it’s a fruit.

Pussy Peach & Apple Lover. Photo: Author

We match our pretty peach with a shiny apple sporting a similar sort of clitoral growth. Together, they’re lesbian pussyfruit. Mmm… juicy!

And hey, it’s almost Labia Day!

Speaking of sex, summer’s the sex party season! Once upon a time, I was the Life of the Party… when we had parties, which we don’t these days because… did you get the memo? The Coronapocalypse isn’t over, not even for vaccinated people like us who can still catch it from the unvaxxed and, though we probably won’t die—at least not as easily as the unvaxxed—we could get pretty fucking sick.

To give us a taste of that summer party spirit, this week’s throwback is the Last Show in the Old DTLA Speakeasy, a great big bacchanal of bacchanals featuring porn stars, comic, artists and realtors engaging in a communal sexual celebration the likes of which have never been experienced before and probably won’t ever happen again.

Don’t miss it!

There’s much more to this hot horsepowered show, straight from the horse’s mouth. Free Britney! Spear’s Daddy wins Celebrity Dickhead-of-the-Week for his over-the-top greedy dickheadedness. And Free Julian Assange. If he dies in Belmarsh prison, a large piece of journalistic freedom dies with him. The Dickhead here is the U.S. government (that means YOU, Joey!)

#GoBonobos for Congresswoman Cori Bush whose sleep-over on the steps of the Capitol (that we applauded last week) got its message across and successfully blocked the eviction of many desperate renters. It’s just temporary, but it’s a victory for F.D.R. (Fucking Da Rich!), though they should use some of those Congressional funds to help the smaller landlords (not the big corporations) who need the rent money to pay their mortgage.

We also regretfully commemorate the 76th infamous anniversary of the U.S. dropping “Little Boy,” the first atomic bomb, on the Japanese city of Hiroshima, incinerating at least 200,000 people and devastating many more with radiation sickness and other ailments never seen before. We talk about how this most heinous of war crimes against civilians—sold to the American people and the world as the most humane solution to a “Good War”—was really a massively deadly PR stunt performed to intimidate Soviet Russia and, to some extent, the Chinese.

As a sexologist, I see these A and H Bombs as ammosexual evil to its Nth degree. U.S. President Harry S. Truman, whom I loathe as much as I like F.D.R., called Hiroshima an especially desirable “Virgin Target” for Little Boy, as the city had never been bombed.

Nauseating.

Da Big Bomb—mostly built by former Nazis, just like Doctor Strangelove (the climax of which has Major Kong riding Da Bomb like a Bucking Bronco, Cowboy-style)—was also a huge cover-up. Presented to the public as some sort of peace bomb to climactically end WWII, it actually started an international nuclear arms race that is still going strong, and can demolish us all in a flash of human arrogance or ignorance, or maybe an equipment malfunction.

What kind of crazy apes has our so-called civilization turned us into?

Our F.D.R. audience really resonates to this topic, reminding us of other U.S. bombing fests, such as Dresden and Vietnam. They may not have been nuclear, but death is death, whatever the horsepower, and there is no such thing as a “Good War.”

This is why we practice and preach The Bonobo Way of Peace through Pleasure. Make love, not war! Power to the Wild Horses (and the people who really care for them)!

© August 7, 2021 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 213-291-9497.
 

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Length 1:28:08 Date: Feb. 6, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

Follow the bouncing balls (oops, they’re a little sweaty), as Capt’n Max, the Bonoboville crew and I take the 55th Superbowl Streamliner, tailgate-style, through some of the week’s games, wild fantasies, brave new realities, insights, eargasms, Big Tech’s “Dumb Bot Drone” censorship battles (on the YouTube AND Facebook fronts for us this week—how about you?) and erotic comic politics.

All aboard the Speakeasy Bar Car where we dine on celebrity sex scandals (#EatTheRich), from Armie Hammer’s alleged cannibalism fetish to Marilyn Manson’s reported abuse, along with an intriguing statement from Dita Von Teese (a DrSuzy.Tv guest on our Bettie Page show, etc.), plus cuck-calling cuckold Roger Stone’s suspected role in the Insurrection, with an indigestible dollop of Margarine Taylor Greene on QAnon Koolaid-laced Trumpty Dumplings.

What will prevail: Rightwing Stupidity or Leftwing Timidity?

And we wonder: what will prevail: Rightwing Stupidity or Leftwing Timidity?

Having been interviewed that morning on WCAP-AM 980 Active Radio with Hartley Pleshaw, who compares the violent Trump Riots to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King’s peaceful 1963 March on Washington, I’m inspired to deliver my own little “I Have a Dream”-inspired, “I Have a Fantasy” State of Sex 2021 Address. Then, as the train whistle blows, we wish you a Happy Horny Valentine’s Day, World Bonobo Day, Lupercalia (the original pagan Valentine’s Day), and Kung Hei Fat Choi. Happy Chinese New Year of the OX! #GoBonobos for the great Himalayan water buffalo who helped me survive a deadly monsoon.

Listen above or below…

Crave more insight into what you just heard? Keep reading…

Everybody Must Get Stone(d)

Memo to Self: Whenever Roger Stone is trending, just remember he’s a filthy hypocritical cuck-calling cuckold with a Dick on his back.

From Tricky Dick Nixon’s dirty tricks team in the Swinging ‘70s to the Brooks Brothers Riots of 2000 (that actually did help to literally “steal” the 2000 election for super war criminal George W. Bush) to the Rape of the Capitol in 2021, Roger Stone has his slimy fingers in every Republican poison pie force-fed to the America people.

Armie Hammer on the Menu Again

Speaking of pie, personally, I’d rather not take another bite of the Armie Hammer scandal. However, some people are hungry for it, so when Armie’s arm-and-foot-eating fetish trended in my *feed* for hours on the day of this broadcast, I couldn’t help but wonder:  Did they find a human pot roast in his oven? Human toes in his freezer? Nah, it was just that his publicist and agent both quit, and in Hollywood, this is a much bigger deal than violent dismemberment.

It’s ironic that though Armie’s alleged fetish is cannibalism, he’s the one being metaphorically eaten alive by social media… then regurgitated and eaten again; that’s how tasty he is.

They say “Eat the Rich,” but these stars appear to be starved.

Being a conscientious sexologist and kink-positive sex therapist counseling many types of cannibalism-fantasizing clients, I’m especially aware that not everyone with cannibalism fantasies actually eats people(!) or commits crimes of any kind. In fact, the vast majority do not. Even though I can’t help but laugh at some of the tasteless (pun intended) jokes and make a few of my own, I also try to convey some compassion and never condone kink-shaming. Of course, if someone’s really killing, raping, cutting, coercing, abusing or—Saturn-forbid—eating people, that’s violent crime; therefore, to condemn it is not kink-shaming. Here’s where it’s important to separate fantasy—where anything goes in the Erotic Theater of the Mind—to reality, where there are, or ought to be, hard limits and laws.

We should also separate BDSM and kink—which can be great and even healing with enthusiastic consent—from coercion, which is never good.  Nevertheless, despite our best efforts, some kinks, like the Armie Hammer variety, seem to crisscross those boundaries, perhaps in part because cannibalism is in the DNA of our darkest prehistoric nightmares.

We’re all carnivores on this show, regularly consuming the flesh of our fellow animals without much thought. But just mentioning “cannibalism” makes us sick… as it should—or else more of us might do it!

Indeed, I imagine all the vegans are feeling pretty smug hearing all this.

Listen above or below for more.

Manson Madness

Another celebrity in the sex abuse news is Marilyn Manson, accused of various forms of torture by his ex, Evan Rachel Wood who testified about it before Congress, though she didn’t name him until last week. Phoebe Bridges (on SNL the night of this live broadcast) said Manson showed her his self-declared “rape room” when she was a “fan,” but she was so turned off by his “horrible frat boy sense of humor (that she) stopped being a fan (and she) stands with everyone” currently accusing him of abuse. #MeToo leader Rose McGowan, who was engaged to Manson in the early 2000s, says he didn’t abuse her, but she supports Evan because, well, #MeToo.

Former “Queen of Porn” and current QAnon’er Jenna Jameson chimed in to recount how the “Antichrist Superstar” fantasized aloud about burning her alive when they were dating, but never actually fired up the barbie, though he did “bite” her too hard.

Ouch!

Does biting lead to cannibalism or are my celebrity sex news feeds cross-pollinating?

They say “Eat the Rich,” but these stars appear to be starved.

Then again, I realize, I myself enjoy a little biting occasionally. Capt’n Max is a bit horrified to hear me disclose such intimacies on live radio, but he doesn’t censor me as I wonder: Am I a quasi-cannibal because I enjoy biting his hard nips? Not too hard, though; I’m no Marilyn Manson.

I wonder why the name “Manson” has been coming up on F.D.R. for the last few shows, along with my middle name “Marilyn” eerily in Brian Warner’s cheeky mix. Max and I are not exactly Marilyn Manson fans (Abe and Mariah are). Interestingly enough, he used to frequent our old downtown building’s kinky art gallery, Studio Servitu, curated by a fork-tongued beauty named “Miss Crash,” another Mansonic protégée.

Most notably, Marilyn Manson’s beautiful, elegant and iconic ex-wife, burlesque star, fetish model and lingerie businesswoman, Dita Von Teese, visited my show a couple of times, the first when my featured guest was Bettie Page, and then again by herself when she demonstrated a little light bondage.  

Regarding the MM scandal, Dita put out this statement: “Please know that the details made public do not match my personal experience during our 7 years together as a couple…. Had they, I would not have married him … I left 12 months later due to infidelity and drug abuse… Abuse of any kind has no place in any relationship she added. “I urge those of you who have incurred abuse to take steps to heal and the strength to fully realize yourself. This is my sole statement on this matter. Thank you for respecting this request.”

It’s diplomatic towards all sides, making sure to support the alleged victims as well as MM who she implies never abused her. I agree with those who say that “incurred abuse” is a bad choice of words, suggesting that the victim asked for it. “Experienced abuse” would have been better.

Yet I do empathize with the difficulties inherent in choosing those *right* words, especially in these days of censorship and misunderstanding. The social media mobs make it seem so simple—just do and say the right thing—but real life is a lot more complicated than a tweet or even a “statement,” especially when people’s lives are at stake.

Consent is King and Queen and Gender-Fluid Ruler of Kink. I used to think those “kink contracts” were silly 50 Shades stuff. But now I see it’s not a bad idea to get consent to certain activities in writing, especially for celebrities and the people who choose to engage with them. Better to “ruin the mood” than anyone’s whole life… assuming you’re not forced into signing the contract, which I suppose you could be.

Nip Slips & Dumb Bot Bullies

Heads or tails, hats off to 2021 Superbowl Tailgate Queen, Miley Cyrus, one of Capt’n Max’s favorite living humans. My own winning choice for Superbowl entertainment has long been Janet Jackson’s Boob Tube Superbowl of 2004; what a lovely surprise!  Though I did feel embarrassed for America, getting our Puritanical underpinnings in a twist, making such a fuss about a nip slip, a.k.a., “wardrobe malfunction.” Even worse, media censorship of sexuality increased, and now we find our Freedom of Speech more rigorously policed, much to the detriment of a civil society.  

Speaking of censorship, Google dba YouTube is still censoring and defaming us, having hit our show “F.D.R. (F*ck Da Rich): After the Insurrection,” with a Dumb Bot Drone. Our channel is back up, but if you click on that show, there’s YouTube libeling us, accusing us of “harassment and bullying” that we clearly did not do. But what can we do when there’s no one to talk to?

We did win a small, but important battle with Google Ads, another subsidiary of the great “Do No Harm” Google Monster, mostly because there was someone to talk to. Though I couldn’t talk with the decision makers on the “Concern Team”–an Orwellian title of titles since no one on the Concern Team were ever “concerned” enough to talk to me–I could talk with a sort of ambassador Googler, which is better than a bot.

It did start with bot-driven censorship. I’ve been running an ad on Google since 2007 for “Phone Sex Therapy,” which is, of course, what we specialize in at the Dr. Susan Block Institute. Then suddenly, in November 2020, after 13 years of freedom, Google banned the phrase “Phone Sex Therapy.” My ads, all of which used those words, were all canceled immediately. That was bad enough, but Google is not the government, so it’s their prerogative. What was not their prerogative was that as soon as my own ad were censored, the Google Ads bot made up a new ad *for* me, posted it and charged me for it without my permission or even my knowledge… until I got the bill.

So, of course, I asked for a refund, and was told “No, absolutely not… This is your problem, not ours… Google Ads does not give refunds,” etc. for about three months.  So I came up with a compromise: How about half? After a few more weeks of back and forth (costing both of us, in terms of time, more than what Google owed me), finally and against all odds, I got a yes. Woohoo! Winning a battle with the Google Monster feels good.

But no day is perfect. I have never had a perfect day. I have also never had a day which was entirely bad, so I guess it evens out. Anyway, that same wonderful day I won the battle with Google, I opened my Facebook profile to discover that Marky Z had banished me, aka thrown me into “Facebook Jail,” for 30 days—for something I’d posted 12 years ago!

Making matters more confusing, the 2009 post didn’t have any nip slips or any image at all. Just these words:

“Domination Family [RadioSUZY1] – 10.03.09 Slaves, lovers, porn stars and dominatrixes unite on RadioSUZY1. Between Persia Monir, Boi, Goddess Soma, Mistress Eva, Miss Antoinette, Princess Sheila and Kelly Shibari, we have a little somethin’ for everyone (including a lot of nude boobs). …Our almost pro-golfing/porn star “Hot Mom” Monir tells us about her nursing background and how she’ll still take care of you while Goddess Soma’s entourage of leather-clad hotties in the background revel in their ultimate BDSM-ness. Oh, how we wish our parents were cool enough to send us to Gay Camp.”

Listen above or below for our raw feelings on how unbelievably unfair this is, not just for us, but for millions of individuals who are, right now, being unjustly censored too.

Little by little, Big Tech is destroying the English language, and probably all the other languages too.

Ironically, celebrities like Cardi B (whom I adore), are rarely censored, though intensely erotic art like “Up” is often just as “suggestive” as ours, because money talks. Max calls it “digital capitalism.”

Not only do “Da Rich” get more Bentley Betaygas and Birkin bags than the rest of us, they get easier access to Free Speech.  

Abe points out that on Twitch, many words—such as “simp,” “incel” and “virgin,” for starters—are censored if they’re used as “insults.” Do Twitch bots *know* the difference between insults, jokes and political commentary? I know from personal experience that YouTube’s bots don’t, so I can extrapolate that Twitch bots don’t either. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop these Dumb Bots from droning down innocent Twitchers talking about that cartoon where President Lisa Simpson addresses a reporter’s question about the incel problem on a Virgin Airlines flight.

Little by little, Big Tech is destroying the English language, and probably all the other languages too. 

This censorship is supported by the Religious Right, but also by the “Woke” Left that cheers the shut-down of rightwing accounts. Don’t they see that the executioner’s blade will soon come down on members of the Left as well, as we use the same “keywords,” and of course, the sex workers?

I even support Florida Governor Ron Desantis (with whom I usually disagree) drafting new legislation against Big Tech censorship and privacy violations.

But my favorite anti-censorship protest this week was the transformation (for about a minute) of our beloved Hollywood sign into a Hollyboob sign. Also aiming to raise breast cancer awareness, this illegal (but non-vandalizing) installation’s co-creator is the intrepid exhibitionist, Julia Rose, who couldn’t make it to the Superbowl, but is famous for flashing the 2019 World Series.

#FreetheNipple!

Speaking of censorship, Free Assange!

Wikileaks publisher Julian Assange is not *just* being censored, but also held in solitary confinement in one of London’s worst prisons. The “Sorest Loser” didn’t pardon him when he had the chance. So, Joe—and Joe’s Justice Department crew—it’s now on you!

I Have a Fantasy…

Censorship isn’t sexy.

At least, that’s the apparent goal of the censors: to unsex our psyches. However, sexiness is a mischievous energy, often popping up or leaking out when it’s not “supposed to.”

Sexy or anti-sexy, I find myself talking about censorship a lot lately, on our own shows and others, mainly because I’m experiencing it more and more, as are my friends, foes and everyone else who isn’t famous enough to buck the Big Tech bots or bet big in the Digital Capitalism Casino.

It’s one of the main topics of discussion, along with Valentine’s Day, finding love in the Coronapocalypse and The Bonobo Way, that “Active Radio” host Hartley Pleshaw asks me about in our interview on WCAP-AM 980 that morning.

Hartley had half-jokingly asked me to give a State of Sex in America, 2021, like a State of the Union address, which intimidated the hell out of me. Between the commercial breaks (this was “real radio”!) and all his other questions, there wasn’t time for that anyway.

However, in preparation for our interview, I listened to Hartley’s most recent show contrasting the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King and his March on Washington with tRump and the Capitol Riots. That drove me to re-watch Dr. King’s amazing “I have a dream” speech from 1963. Abe says he visited the spot, and come to think of it, when I was a Girl Scout, so did I.

Part of his dream was that one day we would “judge each other not by the color of our skin, but by the content of our character.” That dream seemed like a pipedream then, and a few years ago, I thought we were almost there, but right now, it feels like we’ve slid backwards. Luckily we’re still on our way; with two steps forward, a step back and two steps forward again, that dream is coming true.

Dr. King’s dream has inspired so many people, including me, a humble sexologist. So, with deep apologies—though I understand Dr. King was not a Puritan in his private life—I’d like to say “I have a dream.” Or perhaps, considering who I am, I should say: I have a fantasy…

I have a fantasy that one day good clean consensual sex will not be considered dirty.
I have a fantasy that one day we will be able to talk freely and honestly about our sexuality without censorship.
I have a fantasy that one day a woman’s genitals—open or closed—and her nipples—hard or soft–will not be considered obscene.
I have a fantasy that one day a man’s genitals—soft or at attention–will not be considered indecent.
I have a fantasy that one day we will value LUST over GREED.
I have a fantasy that one day sex education and science will be valued over ignorance, superstition and empty so-called patriotism.
I have a fantasy that one day we will not just decriminalize sex work, but destigmatize it, and subsidize it for the needy.
I have a fantasy that one day we won’t be discriminated against for our sexual orientation.
I have a fantasy that one day we will all really and truly love one another—body, mind and soul.
I have a fantasy that one day, we will practice the bonobo way of female empowerment, male well-being, sharing resources and peace through pleasure… instead of acting like baboons.

I could go on. I have many fantasies, and I’m sure you do too. Just remember that the people who want to censor your fantasies tend to be the ones with something BIG to hide (and I don’t mean their genitals).

But hey, we shall overcome someday.

Hartley must have some of the same fantasies that I have, because after the show, he emailed: “please accept my designation of you as the Official Sexologist of Active Radio!“

With pleasure.

Valentines & Oxen

We also get set for Valentine’s Day, World Bonobo Day and Lupercalia, the original Valentine’s Day, though we really don’t have time to get into it this episode.

Watch Lupercalia 2020 for a taste of the whip the way we used to swing it before the Coronapocalypse separated our bodies.

And tune in next week to F.D.R. for a deeper discussion of the High Holidays of Love from your Love Doctor and crew.

We do have time to #GoBonobos for the Chinese New Year of the Ox.

Enough of that Dirty Rat!

To celebrate, I recount my own Himalayan mountain village experience during a cataclysmic monsoon. It’s a distant memory, fogged by the years (I was 19) and the LSD I was on, but I distinctly remember running, soaking wet, bleeding and tripping (in more ways than one) through a field of giant water buffalo, a.k.a. Nepalese oxen—so huge, fast and very frightening, yet really just as frightened as I was—grunting and pooping as they ran right along with me, all of us frightened animals seeking shelter as the torrents poured down on us, threatening to drown us in fields of mud and feces. It was horrific; yet as I ran with the water buffalo oxen, I realized that these big scary creatures were actually quite peaceable and in a way, they were carrying me—like giant, grunting, pooping angels—through those rapidly flooding fields to safety.

With that crazy, awful but beautiful memory, I share hope for a peaceable and productive Chinese New Year of the OX (love that “x”) that will get us safely out of this field of bloody bullshit through which we are currently tripping.

Hope is good, but then… I was also hopeful about the Year of the Rat, and look how that turned out.

Kung Hei Fat Choi anyway. Happy Year of the Ox!

Remember, “OX” can also mean a hug and a kiss.

February 6, 2021 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 213-291-9497

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Kink Month IV on DrSuzy.Tv: Bonita, Dr. Patti Britton with The Bonobo Way, Dr. Susan Block with the Wiley-Black Encyclopedias of Human Sexuality, Ms. Hudsy Hawn, Biz Bonobo. Below: Richie with Agwa Coca Leaf Herbal Liqueur, Dayton Rains, Slave-for-the-Night Jay. Photo: Ono Bo

Length 1:29:22 Date: October 24, 2015

by Dr. Susan Block

Two great bonoboësque ladies, world-class stars of kink and sex education, grace my broadcast bed for Kink Month IV, a festival of floggers and books—for reading and spanking. I open the show riding my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom, flying on a kinky stream of Halloween poetry into a Womb Room packed with apprentices of pleasure. The gentle leader of these aspiring “sex coaches” is my first guest, master sex coach, clinical sexologist, SexCoachU.com co-founder and author of The Art of Sex Coaching, Dr. Patti Britton. In the midst of teaching one of her “SAR” (Sexual Attitude Reassessment & Restructuring) weekend groups, the indefatigable Dr. Patti brings her charming students to Bonoboville to expand their erotic horizons and celebrate Kink Month with the kinksters.

Look it up in the Wiley-Blackwell Sex Encyclopedia! Photo: Gunther Hendrix

October is—in case you’re 50 shades of out-of-the-loop—International Kink Month. Just as Good Vibrations declared May to be Masturbation Month, which brought wanking out from under the covers and onto the talk shows, so the Stockroom has designated October as “Kink Month,” encouraging kinksters in and out of closets around the globe to let their freak flags (and floggers) fly, all in the Halloween holiday spirit of revelry, roleplay, scary sex, and erotic adventure.

Never ones to pass up an excuse to get kinky, we’ve been celebrating the Month of Kink every Saturday (check out Kink Months I, II and III) since Hercules Liotard first told us about it. So we’re delighted to have the Stockroom “Headmistress” Herself, Ms. Hudsy Hawn as our second featured guest. Since Hudsy first visited us back in 2012, her star has risen, putting her in Cosmo, Playboy, Buzzfeed, E! Specials “The Real 50 Shades of Grey” and “Secret Societies of Hollywood,” not to mention twice with Barry Weiss on A&E’s Storage Wars. When she’s not on TV, she’s a pro-domme at the Dominion. She also a chanteuse; she even sings an excerpt from her one-woman-show, The Mermaid Diaries: Beneath the Covers.

Dr. Patti book-spanks Hudsy’s slave-for-the-night Jay with the Sex Encyclopedia. Photo: Ringo Shot You

Even Dr. Patti gives Jay a couple of good spanks with the Encyclopedia which is only fitting since she is one of the editors of this humongous three-volume academic tome; in fact, she got me to write entries on five different subjects, including the one on Spanking.

Ms. Hudsy Hawn flogs Bonita. Photo: Ono Bo

Not sure what school librarians would think about one of the chief editors and top contributors using their distinguished Encyclopedia to spank “naughty” bottoms, but hey, it’s Kink Month!

Hudsy book-spanks Dayton with The Bonobo Way! Photo: Ono Bo

That’s just the first of a series of book-spankings, floggings and other kinky festivities, interspersed with Hudsy’s tips, Dr. Patti’s analysis, student confessions and group discussions that make these 90 minutes whiz by like a witch on a broom over the moon. Ms. Hudsy flogs and book-spanks several of Dr. Patti’s eager students, one of whom, Bonita, flips up her skirt, the better to feel the flogging, and bonus: she’s going commando!

A little foot worship from Hudsy’s slave-for-the-night. Photo: Ringo

We do get serious for a moment when we honor both Dr. Patti and Hudsy as recipients of the Bonobo Way Female Empowerment Outreach Project (initiated on the August Supermoon). It’s a pleasure to share this simple, “useful” gift from an anonymous Bonobo Way reader, philanthropist, environmentalist and investor in female empowerment with these two bonoboësque ladies who empower so many others in the realm of sexuality and kink education. It’s also a real treat just to bring Hudsy and Dr. Patti together; though they have been corresponding for years, their first in-person meeting is right here in Bonoboville…

Bonobo Rose flogs a willing victim. Photo: Ono Bo

Lest you think we forgot our favorite drinking game, never fear! Kinky sexpot Dayton Rains is here, offering up her ample altar for Bonoboville Communion. Dayton is also a webcam and phone therapist with the Institute, though not a “happy hooker” (at least not with the Institute!), despite her exuberant identification with Dr. Patti’s cousin, our old friend Xaviera Hollander who wrote and actually was The Happy Hooker. Dayton’s lucky “altar boy” is Richie, one of Dr. Patti’s students who slurps up his salt, then “gets lei’ed” by producer Biz Bonobo before downing his Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur in ecstatic communion with the goddesses.

Dr. Patti’s SAR at the Bonoboville Bar. Photo: L’Erotique

And the Kink Month book-spankings, floggings and vibrating broom rides go on through the after-party and into the Bonoboville night…

Bonobo Triumvirate. Photo: Jay

Next Saturday, our fantastic and multi-faceted celebrations of Kink Month climax with Halloween in Bonoboville (“Night of the Masturbating Dead”)—so sexy, it’s scary! There, there, darling, don’t be afraid – T’is the Season of Masquerade….

Garden of Bonoboville. Photo: Ringo

And if you need to talk about any of this privately, you know who to call…

Flying off on our Magic Dildonic Vibrating Brooms into Halloween! Photo: Ringo

© October 25, 2015. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length 01:49:30 Date: Sept. 22nd, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

It’s Autumn Equinox, the first day of Fall officially falling on September 22, as we broadcast this effervescent, waxing Harvest Moon of a show live from the Little Love Church of Bonoboville on the edge of another wildfire and across the country from another hurricane.

Harvest Moon waxing over Bonoboville, Fall Equinox 2018. Photo: Abe Bonobo

As the sun sashays across the Earth’s equator from north to south, camgals, gypsies, erotic entertainers and soldiers on the front lines in the war against sexual oppression, gather together in my Womb Room, and we all fall into the Bonobo Way to seize the day for peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather.

Handsome Hollywood Jake, Andy tha Gypsy, Lexxy, Dr. Suzy, Trump Toadstool and the Russian Bear, Minnah Mac, Blossom Green, Ikkor the Wolf, Isaac. Photo: Abe

Self-Love September

Sexually speaking, the autumnal equinox is a great time for great sex, deepening intimacy and/or a whole lot of hot kinky fun.

Pre-Show Selfie

The sun rises later and evening falls sooner, the nights get longer, darker and chillier, optimal conditions for cuddling up with someone you love, even if that someone is you. Maybe that’s why we call it Self-Love September.

Autumn Equinox also signals a spiritual kind of “self-love.” Traditionally, it’s supposed to be a good time to commune with the great outdoors. That is, unless climate change has turned your front yard into a lagoon of pig shit courtesy of Hurricane Florence, or the air you breathe is the toxic ashes of your neighbors’ barbequed belongings. During this particular show, it’s the Charlie Fire blazing through Castaic Santa Clarita; every few days, there’s a new conflagration as the old fires continue burning. And “fire season” doesn’t even start until October!

Meanwhile, the Trumpus is burning fossil fuels like there is literally “no tomorrow,” has never backed away from calling Climate Change a “Chinese Hoax” to undermine American business and keeps making it easier for his friends in Big Oil and Perma War to pump pollutants into our atmosphere—not only hastening Global Warming, but giving more and more of us the gift that keeps on choking.

Alien Nebulizer Fellatio. Photo: Selfie

As you may have heard, I wound up in ER last week sucking on a nebulizer like it’s my favorite phallus, and I’m not the only one gasping for breath on the planet that human ingenuity, greed and capitalism-on-steroids is quickly poisoning. Asthma, bronchitis and other respiratory illnesses are on the rise in Trump’s America.

I’m happy to report that I survived my little asthma attack, and it being autumn equinox, I give thanks.

On Fall Equinox, We Give Thanks & We Give Spanks. Photo: Hugo Flores

This being Bonoboville, I also give spanks (the subject of our next Speakasy Journal), plus sparkling flicks of Glamazon Goddess Phoenix’s Fiber Optic Whip to the booty-shorted bottom of my adorable and slightly naughty assistant Blossom Green, as my guests, camgals Minnah Mac, Lexxy, Andy the Gypsy, Handsome Hollywood Jake and Ikkor the Wolf egg me on.

Later we moon the Harvest Moon. Tis the Witchy Season!

Mooning the Harvest Moon… or actually just sticking our asses out over the balcony. Photo: Abe

The mooning is not our most stellar.

Mooning, Half-Mooning & Spanking. Photo: Onyx

We have had fuller moonings, I must say.

These are half and quarter moonings.

Naughty Spanking Bandit gets whipped. Photo: Onyx

You could say they are “half-assed,” and you’d be spot-on. But always fun and frisky, like this whole show.

Another name for Fall Equinox is “Mabon,” after the Welsh God of the Harvest though I call it Mabon’er because, having grown up in the Welsh-named “Bala Cynwyd” suburb of Philly I know all too well how much those Welsh gods need a little spice.

Spicy Mabon’er. Photo: Hugo

The Fall of Persephone & the Rise of Kavanaugh

Personally, I prefer the first Fall Equinox of Greek mythology symbolized by the “Fall,” aka the Rape of Persephone, daughter of Demeter, the great Earth Mother Goddess of the Harvest, Fertility and Agriculture. Like many unfortunate virgin maidens then and now, Persephone is raped by her uncle who, in this case, is the Lord of the Underworld.

Rape of Persephone

As the myth goes, Princess Persephone is out picking flowers with her girlfriends when her Uncle Hades, God of the Dead, charges up on his black chariot, scoops her up and “ravishes” (a more romantic word for rape) her—probably putting his hand over her mouth so she can’t scream (or breathe) like a certain wannabe Supreme Court Justice—then takes her down to his bachelor pad in the bowels of the Earth.  

Deep down in the bowels of the Earth. Photo: Selfie

When Demeter finds out her daughter has been abducted by her own brother Hades, she appeals for help from their older brother Zeus, King of the Gods. But Zeus doesn’t want to alienate his base, so he just looks at his distraught sister like Trump looking at a shithole country.

Except this distraught sister happens to be the Goddess of the Harvest, Fertility and Agriculture, and if Zeus treats her like a shithole country, well, then she will just let the whole Earth go to shit. As Persephone falls into the Underworld, the Earth falls… apart.  Crops don’t grow, the land is barren, the environment is a mess. Plants die. Animals die. People die. Ecosystems die. Almost everything dies as Mother Demeter grieves and rages.

Finally, Demeter’s strike gets Brother Zeus to take notice, and the family works out a deal based on pomegranate seeds whereby Uncle Hades gets Persephone half the year and Mama Demeter gets her the other half, when she showers the world in Spring. Certainly a bi-partisan agreement that keeps the world turning. If only our Democrats and Republicans could work it out like Sister Demeter and Brother Hades! Compromise: It’s the Bonobo Way.

Let’s Make a Deal: It’s the Bonobo Way. Photo: Hugo

Of course, those wily Greeks understood much about humans and the rest of nature, and this myth is eerily prophetic regarding what’s happening now in America. On the micro level, as I write this, Frat Boy Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh, the Lord of the Underworld as far as women, people of color and the 99% are concerned, is within inches of landing a lifetime Supreme Court Justice post that will inevitably put our courts way out of balance in favor of corporations, repressive religion, the billionaire class, the perma-wars and the .001%.

Modern Lord of the Corporate Underworld & Persephone.

Kavanaugh’s fate depends, to an unsettling degree, on whether or not we believe that he attempted rape on a Persephone-like innocent girl, now Professor Christine Blassey Ford, when he was 17 and she 15.

It’s a Great American Showdown: #MeToo vs. the Repugnican Frat House, broadcasting live from the Senate chambers.

Speaking of frat houses, Judge Brett, a fellow Yalie, was/is also a member of the notorious DKE (Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity), as was George W. Bush, another amoral, corporate-shilling scion of American privilege. When Brett’s DKE frat bros marched around Yale’s Women’s Center chanting: “No means Yes. Yes means Anal!”, not only did the Yale administration ban the fraternity for a few years, they completely obliterated my own beloved pet project, Sex Week at Yale, even though SWAY had nothing to do with DKE. On the contrary, it was all about sex education and fostering respect for one another. So yeah, Kavanaugh, this is personal. I don’t know if you really tried to rape Dr. Ford, but I do know your pro-corporate, anti-people politics stink worse than a pig shit lagoon.

Breaking News: A second woman has accused Bret Kavanaugh of thrusting his unwanted penis in her face during a party at Yale. Kavanaugh says the incident “did not happen.” Making things even more personal, the New Yorker piece is co-written by my Yale classmate, Jane Mayer, whom I just saw at our reunion, along with Ronan Farrow. Honestly, I am so proud of Jane, as well as hundreds of my fellow Yalies who closed down classes at the Yale Law School to protest Kavanaugh today. Boola-Boola!

More Breaking News: Bill Cosby has been sentenced to three-ten years in state prison. Not that I’m a Cosby fan or believe he’s innocent (check my “Bill Cosby’s Sleep Fetish” for more of what I think), but I do feel that this sentencing is creepily like a lynching, when white predators like Trumpenstein and Kavanaugh get a pass.

Meanwhile, on the macro level, the American Oligarchy, the Lords of Corporate Death, Ecocidal Destruction and Perma-War, are raping the American People, like we are Persephone (or Dr. Ford), putting their strong, cold hands over our mouths so we can’t breathe. True to the Grecian myth, Mama Demeter is raging in a manner that is downright Biblical, with Noah-esque floods to the East and hellfire all around us.

So we have to vote and we have to have hope that Spring will come again, and Persephone will return to Demeter, and the flowers will bloom, the crops will grow and there will be a resurrection of LBT (Life Before Trump).

Cycles of Life. Photo: Hugo

And maybe the Bobby Kennedyesque Beto O’Rourke will beato Ted Cruz, the most odious Senator ever, and we’ll have a Bonobo Spring Revolution.

But for now, it’s Fall, and we’re all falling down into a great yawning abyss of politics-as-soap-opera, bovine poop and ashen air.

Toadstool Trump & Double Dong Fellatio

Our Trumpus has a Mario Kart Toadstool Peepee just like Stormy describes (though ours is proportionately much bigger, of course). Photo: Hugo

At least, for sorely needed comic relief and heroic inspiration, we have Stormy Daniels’ Full Disclosure of the detailed dimensions and personality of the Trump dicklet.

It essentially boils down to being “small… with a… mushroom head, like a toadstool” with “Yeti pubes… a dick like the mushroom character in Mario Kart.”

Having gagged the Trumpus with a cornstalk for Fall Equinox, we examine his Toadstool peepee and Yeti pubes. Photo: selfie

Needless to say, Stormy was not impressed nor did she take photos, but on this show, we grab our Trump doll, gag him with an ear of corn and force him to reveal his (no longer) privates, and lo and behold, Stormy is exactly right.

Still, having a little cartoon dick is no excuse for being a narcissistic asshole, as our two camgirl guests, Minnah Mac and Lexxy, both of whom specialize in small penis humiliation, can attest.

Cuckold Paul Manafort

Speaking of sad sacks who are bad in the sack, there’s also Paul Manaforte.

Leaked texts between the loquacious Manafort daughters reveal that Trump’s felonious former campaign manager is, among other things, an interracial cuckold who coerced his long-suffering wife (whom, according to the girls, was not “into” his fetish at all) into having group sex with multiple men, often at the same time. Though the Manaforts attended couples therapy, they never brought up this critical aspect of their sex life. They really should have. Actually, not to brag, but let’s be blunt: They should have called me.

Former Trump Campaign Manager & Coercive Cuckold.

There’s nothing wrong with consensual cuckolding, group sex, hotwife gangbangs or anything “interracial”; many couples enjoy these sex games, and it may even save a few marriages. Cuckolding in particular stirs up the “sperm wars” phenomenon, making many an old husband harder for his “hotwife” than he’s been since they first fell in love. Yes, kinky as it is, cuckolding can be incredibly romantic.

The key is enthusiastic consent. It sounds like Manafort is the worst kind of cuckold: the Coercive Cuckold. If Manafort forced, blackmailed and coerced his wife into cuckolding him, as his daughters’ texts indicate, he should be in prison for domestic abuse as well as those eight counts of financial fraud.

What a twist for a guy who ran a political campaign exploiting the seesaw emotions of sexually repressed, racist, sexist men who attempt to insult other men who aren’t sufficiently racist or sexist by calling them “cuck” or “cuckservative,” meaning “weak,” soft or a sell-out to liberals. Interestingly, these tough-talking, right-leaning men are more likely to harbor secret “interracial cuckold” fantasies themselves, according to the “politics of cuckolding” by Dr. David Ley who was on DrSuzy.Tv talking about “The Myth of Sex Addiction,” as well as my own informal “surveys” of clients.

I do hope the leaked Manafort Daughters Cuckold emails bring some awareness to other individuals and couples that there’s nothing wrong or particularly weird about cuckolding (even the daughters agree that it would be okay “if” their mom liked it), as long as it’s consensual. When cuckolding—or anything else—is forced upon one partner by the other, it brings nothing but heartache to all concerned.

Talking about Cuckolding and Campaign Management in the 21st Century. Photo: Hugo

On the other hand, a disinterested wife would be wrong to shame or blame her wannabe cuckold husband for bringing up the subject because it turns him on to fantasize about her being with another man. Rather than coercion or rejection, how about a compromise, meeting each other halfway (the Bonobo Way) in the Erotic Theater of the Mind?

FemDom Minnah Mac & Sexxy Lexxy

My two camgal guests look like cousins. They’re even wearing the same shade of blue.

With Cam Babes in Blue: Minnah Mac & Lexxy. Photo: Hugo

A bit of a FemDom with a big beautiful smile, Minnah Mac grew up in Utah. The descendent of slaves of Brigham Young, she is brimming with naughty tales of Mormon sex.

PHOTOS: HUGO FLORES

Sexy Lexxy with the soulful brown eyes hails from New Jersey. She grew up watching my TV show, so it’s no wonder she enjoys sex so much.

She especially likes to give, as well as receive, oral sex.

Fall Equinox Double Dong Sucking Communion. Photo: Onyx DeValle

Since Minnah had grabbed one of our double dongs earlier, I ask the two of them to show off their fellating skills, one on each end.

After covering each end with a Glyde America Vegan Condom, Minnah takes the right and Lexxy goes left. Minnah immediately shows off her Deep Throating skills, while Lexxy performs a more sensuous lick and suck.

Double Dong Delight. Photo: Hugo

A good time is had by all, especially everyone watching.

Sprinkling the Sacred Salt on Lexxy’s Altar as Minnah Mac prepares to Commune. Photo: Onyx

Later, they make a lovely topless tableau, giving and receiving Bonoboville Communion from each other’s beautiful boobie altars.

Wonder what Minnah’s Mormon family would/will think?

As for me, I am Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, as I not-so-solemnly sprinkle the sacred pink Himalayan salt on their dark sexy nipples and watch them lick, two girlfriends coming together in a very Bonobo Way, then waterboard each of these ladies, Bonobo-Style, with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur, the Fall Equinox drink of choice in Bonoboville.

Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style, heals you, my child! Amen & AWOMEN. Photo: Onyx

For “dessert,” Blossom pops up between Minnah and Lexxi and declares the three of them to be an “Oreo cookie.”

Blueberry Mocha Cream Sundae. Photo: Hugo

Well, nobody ever accused this show of being too politically correct, but we do taste delicious, and we’re all about bonobo love.

Andy tha Gypsy

After all that caramel cheesecake, we’re due for a little beefcake, and our male guest Andy tha Gypsy is down for that.

Andy tha Gypsy in the Womb Room. Photo: Onyx

Andy’s more of a spiritual gypsy than an ethnic Gypsy; Irish/Mexican Catholic from San Diego, he does like to travel, thus the “gypsy” motif. 

He also performs erotic entertainment and striptease for bachelorette parties and other ladies-only events, getting down to a very skimpy, form-fitting blue thong, but he’s not a porn star, and doesn’t take it all off (much to Minnah’s disappointment).

He does give us a couple of impressive demos of his dancing prowess, first doing a little dance for Blossom, who he claims was “flirting” with him before the show. “Flirting is in her job description,” I let him know before he strips to the tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster,” inspired by The Bonobo Way, the lapdance soon turning into a “Dancing with the Stars” entry as agile Andy picks bubbly Blossom up, twirls her around and upside down, going bonobos in Bonoboville.

Blossom giggles through the whole dance, but she giggles through a lot things.

Andy tha Gypsy & Blossom perform a Fall Equinox Pas de Deux in the Womb Room. Photo: Hugo

Later Andy tells us that “Trump” shut down his Yelp account; that is, his account was closed due to Yelp paranoia over the ridiculous SESTA/FOSTA bill, passed by the Senate and signed by the Sexual-Hypocrite-in-Chief.

Andy’s feelings about football are a little more complicated; even though he’s wearing Nikes, as a “football fan,” he’s a bit put out by Colin Kaepernick’s “Take a Knee” against police brutality. I feel sort of the opposite way. I’m all for taking a knee, having experienced my own share of police abuse and knowing that people of color usually get it a lot worse, and I think it’s cool that Nike is giving Kaepernick a hefty paycheck right now. But they should really clean their own house; that is, pay their factory workers living wages and provide decent working conditions for them, both of which they have been notorious for not doing since the early 1990s.

Andy holds forth while I stroke my gourd. Photo: Onyx

That Nike phrase “Just Do It”? It didn’t come from heaven; just the opposite, actually.

Gary Mark Gilmore, the hidden face of Nike

The celebrity who made it famous was Gary Mark Gilmore, a flamboyant Mormon murderer who demanded his right to be executed and got it, his last words before the Utah firing squad putting out his lights: Just Do It. Not much more “famous last words” have ever been spoken, and there’s something very creepy

Take a Knee, Nike, and improve wages and conditions for your workers! Just Do It. Photo: Onyx

From cheesecake to beefcake to sapiosexual food for thought, it’s quite the diverse Fall Equinox.

Extra Beefcake & a Russian Bear for Trump Baby

Handsome Hollywood Jake is back.

So is his big tan bear, who actually never left, but just went into hibernation, as bears do.

The Great Russian Bear babysits the Trumpus as we examine his Toadstool Peepee. Photo: Hugo

The bear being a symbol of Russia, it’s fitting that this bear holds the Trump Doll with the toadstool penis.

What a menagerie we have in Bonoboville!

Jake among the ladies. Phoro: Onyz

Then the ladies get Jake’s shirt off, and the Womb Room goes even more beefcake-crazy.

Wolf Pack

The next man to have his shirt(s) removed by camgals in the Womb Room is none other than Bonoboville Rapmaster Ikkor the Wolf.

Someone say beefcake?

Ikkor raps as the ladies twerk. Photo: Hugo

For the Autumn Equinox, Ikkor leads a pack of wolves, a platoon of Detroit friends and family that pretty much take over Bonoboville, including Isaac from Uganda who appears to be having the time of his life.

Hola Uganda! Photo: Onyx

With just a few more minutes left, the Wolf howls at the Harvest Moon: “She Bad.”

Busty Minnah Mac twerks her big naked booty to the beat. Talk about mooning the moon!

Lexxy shakes her booty for Mabon’er. Photo: Onyx

Blossom and Lexxy shake their moneymakers.

Then Andy steps to front, takes off his shirt, whisks it around lil ol’ me and picks me up in his choreography.

Swooped up like Persephone. Photo: Hugo

Next thing I know, I’m taking the Andy-tha-Gypsy Rollercoaster Ride, swooped up like Persephone (though this is consensual, albeit a bit of a surprise).

I give thanks that Andy is steady on those Nikes, knows what he’s doing and doesn’t drop me on my head.

Amazingly, my hat doesn’t even fall off.

Andy tha Gypsy Fall Equinox Roller Coaster Ride. Photo: Hugo

Harvest Moon Over Bonoboville

Post-show, we continue to moon the Harvest moon which shines through the roof, a beacon of light and hope glowing through the darkness of Fall, casting its blessings on Bonoboville.

Mooning the Harvest Moon over Bonoboville. Photo: Hugo

Meanwhile, the Wolf Pack revolves around the bar.

Blossom, Brigitte and I break off into a hula hoop triple threat, representing the three phases of the moon: 1) the Maiden (Blossom), 2) the Mother (Brigitte who—despite having the body of a maiden—has SIX kids!) and 3) the Crone (that would be Me, the Wise Old Witchy Woman of Bonoboville).

Mother, Maiden & Crone of Bonoboville, Fall Equinox, 2018. Photo: Abe

The cycles of life keep spinning around and around us all.

And dropping. Sometimes, they drop, of course, but it’s a great feeling when all our hoops are in the air at once.

With Isaac of Uganda, Blossom of Laguna and Abe of West Covina. Photo: Selfie

Whereupon, Capt’n Max takes this Happy Crone in his orgasmic chariot to the moon as we fall into the our Underworld, ravishing each other while reviewing the sexiest and funniest moment of the evening’s festivities, allowing each instant to infuse fresh titillation into our vintage romance as it changes colors like autumn leaves.

#GoBonobos for Fall Equinox 2018!

Autumn Lust. Photo: Selfie

© Sept. 22,  2018. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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by Dr. Susan Block.     

Still reeling from being sucker-punched by Google bots removing my YouTube channel—I see the Memphis police sucker-punching and gang-beating a man to death, the LAPD suffocating another, more cops shooting more citizens in the back, and then another, another and another—adding to the hundreds of horrid deaths-by-police over the most trivial of *offenses* just this past year—and I feel pretty dumb, crying about my YouTube channel being erased.

What’s a little censorship by bots compared to murder by cops?

Then again, one leads to the other.

It’s all about control.

The bots that “terminate” our internet lives are the digital version of cops that exterminate people’s real lives. The cops are trained to be inhumane, while the bots aren’t even human. Ironically, bots don’t stop disinformation, and cops don’t stop crime. Both cops and bots are the attack dogs of capitalism and “Da Rich.” It’s the nature of fascism, it’s getting worse, and it’s one reason why I still cry.

Bots just zap those of us who don’t toe the corporate line, and cops just attack protesters, sex workers, the homeless and the marginalized. Easy targets are the name of the game, as the obscene Capitalocene constantly pits us against each other. Tyre Nichols was murdered by fellow black men in a police gang, while my channel was terminated by a fellow liberal woman named Susan who runs YouTube (though bots did Susan Wojcicki’s dirty work). Oh, how the laws of the market turn us cold to our own brothers and sisters. Moreover, Wall Street billionaires would much prefer we fight against each other than unite against them.

Repression turns into depression which can turn into lethal expression

Can the damage of the obscene Capitalocene be undone before Climate Catastrophes flood, freeze, burn and dry up our world? Before the religiofascists silence us all? Before the militarists blow us up? Who knows? All we know is that we can’t give up, as citizens or as sexologists.

Traumatized by current events—in cyberspace and in-the-flesh—humanity is in need of sexual healing, The Bonobo Way, the way of female empowerment, male well-being, and peace through sharing ecosexual pleasures—and not enough of us are getting what we need.

Repression turns into depression which can turn into lethal expression when some of these needy people, armed with AR-15s, *release* their inner angst and anger via mass shootings, making war zones out of our streets, supermarkets, schools, massage parlors, parade routes and dance halls.

The recent Monterey Park Dance Hall mass-murder hits close-to-home for us geographically, as well as emotionally. I consider how often I’ve recommended ballroom dancing to older, single men who want to meet and get close to mature women in an erotic yet respectful way. What a shame that one old ammosexual’s frustration turned a haven for romance, music and dance into a death chamber.

Bonobo Sapiens of the World Unite! Let us overthrow the common chimps of capitalism, censorship and terrible, lethal violence, and with the help of a little sexual healing, let us overcome the loneliness and hate that divides us so together we can share and enjoy the sustainable pleasures of life and love.

So goes the convos with my darling Pr. Max, along with Unscene Abe, callers and commenters as we ride the Love Train. On this ride, we also pick up Brady Crow who, being a sensitive musician, feels my pain over losing my YouTube channel of 15 years, which was bombed by bots, perhaps in response to flags from Christofascists raging against sex education, or Judeofascists opposed to our support for Palestine (YouTube just censored a video made by my Counterpunch colleague Ramzy Baroud about media censorship of Palestine), or maybe Islamofascists against Salman Rushdie. Who knows? One thing I do know: Baal worshipers did not flag my YouTube channel.

In dating news, Brady asks how best to assess a woman’s sexual interest. It’s a good question in these days of mixed signals, erotophobia, assaults and allegations, and I try my best to give Brady (and you!) some practical answers. Another intriguing sex question we address on his ride: What does it mean when someone you’re attracted to says they identify as “asexual” but they *seem* very sexual to you?

We also wish Bonobo Adriana a very happy flirty 30th birthday; we (once again) ask Joe to FREE ASSANGE (being censored and slowly killed simultaneously); we rhapsodize over the sexual-healing power of bare boobs (free the nipple!); we gag over gay Nazi Nick Fuentes desiring women in burkas; we continue mourning the Cop City murder of environmental activist Tortuguito; and we celebrate the new release of an old Sex Calls video, “Bisexual Monogamy.”

So, cuddle up to your favorite sexual healer in the Sleeper Car (even if that sexual healer is you—heal yourself! Love yourself…) or just pour yourself a tall one in the Bar Car, and listen.

© January 28,  2023 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 626-461-5950.

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

Length 01:52:05 Date: Nov. 24th, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

It’s a very juicy Spanksgiving, filled with group spankings, paddling, flogging, spanking in bondage, Commedia Erotica, true spanking confessions and climaxing with a very Juici Jenni squirting all over my hand as I spank her bare bottom, like popping champagne, a spanking hot, wet and very merry start to the 2018 holidaze.

Spanksgiving in Bonoboville 2018: Dorian Black, Peg Reynolds, Dr. Suzy. Juici Jenni, Zivu. Bottom Row: Ikkor, the Trumpus Gagged, Blossom, Chef BeLive. Photo: Jux Lii

Slappy Spanksgiving, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Pilgrims and Turkeys, Native Americans and Immigrants. Unless we are Native American, we are all immigrants in America.

Spanking Juici Jenni until she squirts! Click on pic to enlarge to see the sparkling trickle of Holy Water down her right leg_. Photo: Frank T

On Thanksgiving, we give thanks, and on Spanksgiving, we give spanks. According to Twitter, people all over the world celebrate the holiday in different ways (spank the monkey?), but BTE (Before Twitter Existed), ever since we figured out that spanks rhymes with thanks, we’ve spanked off the season with an evening of thankful and spankful impact play every Saturday after Thanksgiving.

Actually, I’m pretty thankful just to be here, having awakened Spanksgiving morning with that awful choking feeling I’ve been getting since the California wildfires poisoned the air with every toxic legal and illegal material involved in building all those thousands upon thousands of incinerated edifices, including radioactive waste from the Santa Susana nuclear research lab (where the Woolsey Fire started!) that experienced a barely publicized meltdown back in 1959 that was covered up for years by the Atomic Energy Commission and which it never quite cleaned up.

Pre-Show Nebulizer Fellatio. Photo: Selfie

This is what I contemplate as I suck the healing vapors of my Nebulizer, trying to imagine it’s a nice hard cock instead of a plastic medical gizmo, and very soon after I inhale every vaporous drop like a good Nebulizer-sucker, it’s showtime!

Batman Spanksgiving! Photo: Frank T

It’s a Spanksgiving like many others we’ve had in Bonoboville filled with love, lust and oh so many kinds of spankings, but in terms of firsts, it’s our very first Squirting Spanksgiving! First Batman Spanksgiving too.

Spanksgiving Sermon

Opening my Spanksgiving “Sermon on the Bed,” I’m surrounded by extended “family,” in that none of them are DrSuzy.Tv virgins. Everyone is returning, some for a second time, some for the 222nd time (more or less), though for some, it’s their first Spanksgiving.

Spanksgiving 2018 Sermon in the Womb Room of the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way. Photo: Onyx DeVall

To my left are our favorite kinky cosplayers, but they’re not in their Batman and Harley Quinn costumes of Kink Month Cosplay. Dorian Black is all in black, like Bruce Wayne as an undertaker. 

Peggy Reynolds’ gift wraps her pretty curves into a burgundy bra and panty combo (that just happens to match my outfit!) with an adorable reindeer hoody robe that makes her look like she’s ready to give Santa a ride.

Peg & Dorian Selfie

Curled up around Peggy’s legs on the floor is my bubbly assistant Blossom Green who could be my daughter, though it’s a good thing she’s not, because I would never spank my own daughter, but I do enjoy spanking Blossom’s perky bottom.

Spanksgiving 2018: Flogging Blossom with Goddess Phoenix’s fiber-optic flogger in front of the Bonoboville Xmas tree. Photo: Jux Lii

Making it even more of a family-style gathering, to my right are psychedelic Father and Son duo, Chef Belive and Zivu A’balam Lucas, who look exactly alike, though Zivu’s got more hair, and tonight it’s orange, red and a shocking pink layered above blonde above dark brown. What a creature; I have expect it to jump off his head and dance.

As I deliver my fabulous Five Reasons to Spank on Spanksgiving—now enshrined in Counterpunch— Dorian delivers the first spankings of the season to the beautiful spankable buns of Peggy and Blossom, formerly the Harley Quinn Twins, now the Naughty November Sisters, on their hands and knees.

As I deliver the 2018 Spanksgiving Sermon, Dorian delivers the spankings. Photo: Slick Rick

Dorian’s a hard spanker (it’s that superhero Bat strength), and Blossom has a tender bottom, so I only allow him one spank per reason (see my reasons).

PHOTOS: JUX LII

I also get a few playful, butt-bongo-style spanks in myself.

Dorian is not here to “play.” Even within my one spank per “reason” limitation, and without triggering Blossom to stand up clutching her cheeks, he manages to get well-defined rosy handprints on both Peg’s and Blossom’s pale bottoms.

Father/Son Spanksgiving Dynamics

It feels kind of gender-unbalanced in 2018 to have two ladies on their hands and knees with me and three guys sitting around them, so I call Chef BeLive down onto the floor.

Slappy Spanksgiving! Photo: Onyx DeVall

Then I remember his son is in the Womb Room. Too late! Dad was spanked as a kid and wants to get down on his knees with the ladies.

Much to Zivu’s feigned, ironic and/or genuine chagrin (he did say something about watching BeLive get spanked naked at Burning Man, so I don’t feel this is traumatic), I proceed to spank Big Daddy, first by hand.

Zivu checks to see if his Dad is “okay” as Dorian continues to whack away. Photo: Onyx Devall

Then I flog him with Goddess Phoenix’s fairy-tale sparkly fiber-optic flogger… which only stings a little.

Dad is in the ZONE. Photo: Frank T

Still, it feels kind of kinky and very bonobo to spank a father, along with a couple ladies, in front of his son. Of course, if we were all real  bonobos, the fathers wouldn’t know which boys were their sons. Knowing is what makes it taboo, though still legal, since everyone’s a consenting adult.

At least, I don’t make BeLive pull his pants down—our nod to paternal propriety.  We’d done this bare-bottom two Spanksgivings ago, with BeLive’s lovely and talented wife Daniele Watts’ part of the bare bottoms-up line-up, but no Zivu in attendance.

Zivu talks about his spanking issues as BeLive celebrates Spanksgiving 2018. Photo: Jux Lii

It’s hard to know where to draw the line, especially for vegan nudist pansensual bohemians who hail from two different families of strict Seventh Day Adventists, and who push the edge of the envelope with love (they even love Trump… but only because they “love everybody”).

Juici Spanksgiving

Into this Spanksgiving feast of upturned buns and complex feelings, gallops a rather late Juici Jenni sporting a swingy frock of horror film art.

Juici Jenni is in the Womb Room. Photo: Onyx DeVall

As she hugs and kisses first Blossom, then BeLive, I whip out the holiday mistletoe and hold it over their heads.

Since Jenni is always the center of attention, it’s just as well that she’s a little late. Nevertheless, she must be punished for her tardiness with an old-fashioned over-the-knee (OTK) Spanksgiving spanking.

Naughty Jenni gets her first SPANK of Spanksgiving for being late to the show. Photo: Slick Rick

Jenni’s from Montreal and doesn’t even celebrate Thanksgiving (at least not on the same day), let alone Spanksgiving, but she takes to it with preternatural ease and dives right over my knee, but oops—she’s not wearing panties (naughty girl)!

All the more reason to spank that beautiful bottom.

A Juici Kiss Under the Mistletoe. Photo: Jux Lii

Then she gets up off my knee and we kiss under the mistletoe somewhat ceremoniously, somewhat romantically.

Besides being juicy, Jenni is very romantic.

Thus stimulated, she gets over my knee again the other way, and spreads her cheeks wider for me to spank her clitoris, labia and anus as she talks about her anus being rather prominent—an “outie” like an outie bellybutton, and very sensitive, like an anal clitoris.

Chateau Jenni Champagne Pops Her Cork! Happy Squirting Spanksgiving! Photo: Jux Lii

What a juicy Spanksgiving rump roast!

Already, I’m crowning Juici Jenni the Queen of Spanksgiving, but then she outdoes herself, becoming her very own Niagra Falls, squirting clear radiant fragrant female ejaculate as I spank Her Royal Juiciness.

“It’s Holy Water!” I shout, as she squirts the sacred fluid that the Tantrics call “amrita” through my fingers, with only a little bit of irony because female ejaculation is sort of a miraculous god- or goddess-given thing.

As Jenni squirts from being spanked on Spanksgiving, like liquid fireworks on the 4th of July, a hush of erotic “Shock & Awe” (with no casualties) ripples through the Womb Room congregation.

SEE the FORBIDDEN SQUIRTING PHOTOGRAPHS from THIS SHOW

Spanked into Squirting on Spanksgiving. Photo: Frank T. For more explicit images from this show, see the “Forbidden Photographs” in the Bonoboville Gallery

Clear amrita (no, it’s not pee, though it contains traces of urine since both emerge through the urethra) trickles down her leg, as I continue to spank her lightly.

Then I offer my soaking wet hand to front row members of the congregation to smell, and we all can agree it doesn’t smell like pee (not that there’s anything wrong with enjoying a golden shower, but it does have a distinct odor).

After emitting orgasmically, Jenni emits emotionally. Like she’s in therapy or church, she makes her Spanking Confession to me, her Mother Confessor, telling a riveting tale of being abused as a young girl growing up, spanked by her father.

Jenni’s Spanksgiving spanking not only stimulates a squirting orgasm, but also a deep emotional “spanking confession.” Photo: Slick Rick

“It wasn’t sexual,” she explains. “But it was.” We all understand the erotic truth of this mind-fucking, body-twisting contradiction.

Jenni continues her Spanksgiving Confession. Photo: Jux Lii

It’s the dark side of spanking.

Talking about the dark side of spanking. Photo: Jux Lii

When you spank children, you almost always traumatize them. But bonoboesque holidays like Spanksgiving help to turn bad, helpless feelings into good, empowered feelings.  

Jenni mounts Mr. Banana and the congregation goes wild. Photo: Jux Lii

Next, Jenni wants to ride the big banana, donated to Bonoboville by master chimes maker and patron of the arts Jacob Sokoloff, and whatever Jenni wants, naughty sexpot that she is, Jenni gets.

In keeping with the holiday, I spank her as she doffs her top and straddles the “saddle” (a towel), rocking Mr. Big Banana back and forth with Buck Angel’s glass sword dildo inside her.

Zivu & BeLive enjoy Jenni’s Mr. Banana ride. Photo: Onyx

As we transition from OTK spanking to banana-riding, Zivu and Dorion start talking about “dragons fucking cars” or some cartoon millennial thing or other, which is either fascinating or distracting, depending on your level of interest in Jenni’s orgasmic evolution.

Spanksgiving Bonoboville Communion

After the break, it’s time for Spanksgiving Bonoboville Communion.

Sister Peg mounts Mr. Banana for Spanksgiving Communion. Photo: Jux Lii

I call upon sultry Sister Peggy to assume the honored position of Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl, straddling Mr. Banana bareback (she’s wearing panties, so does not require a towel) and doffing her top to reveal her magnificent Bonoboville Communion altar.

Ooh la la!

Brother Dorian takes Communion from Sister Peg under the Mistletoe. Photo: Jux Lii

Sir Dorian the Black, a former Catholic altar boy himself, ruefully steps forward, then passionately licks his paramour’s altar, whereupon I sprinkle on the sacred salt.

He licks that too.

Peg & Dorian KISS under the Mistletoe. Photo: Jux Lii

Then I hold the mistletoe over their heads, and they kiss.

Aw… Talk about romantic!

Waterboarding Dorian, Bonobo-Style. Photo: Jux Lii

Next part of the ritual: Waterboarding, Bonobo-Style with Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.  

For this, we transform Mr. Big Banana from a horse to pillow as Peggy leans against his big yellow curve and spreads her legs.

Upon being successfully Waterboarded with Agwa, Brother Dorian gives the Bat Signal, and All Rise. Photo: Onyx

Dorian assumes the position, as prisoner of love and bare legs, and receives the first Waterboarding of the holiday season.

Sister Peg testifies before the Womb Room on Spanksgiving, as Batman awaits. Photo: Frank T

 With erotic therapeutic theatrics, Peggy makes a Spanksgiving Confession and reveals the taunting message tattooed on her back, a quote from Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables, inspired by a man from her past (not Dorion!) who didn’t understand her.

Are they fools, these geese of men, to think that they can make a girl afraid?

Then, gallant Master Dorian gives her a special Spanksgiving spanking for all to ogle as I play with her ginger hair.  

Victor Hugo’s message. Photo: Jux Lii

She Bad!

The Womb Room heats up as Jenni jumps back into center stage to show off her hot bod, quick wit, wildcat energy and spankable bottom.

Jenni craves RESTRAINT. Photo: Frank T

Whack! I give her a few light swats with the long paddle inscribed with “ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT” that Madam De Sade, aka Mina Nietsche, wielded on Sex Not Guns: Happy Year of the Dog.

Craving even more craven submission, Jenni shouts out for bondage. “Tie up my wrists!”

Freedom might be the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint is a close second.

With stealth and drama, like his Canis Lupus namesake, Ikkor the Wolf steps into the Womb Room and takes both of Jenni’s wrists in one big hand, the other hand holding his mic.

All the bonobo guys rush to fulfill Jenni’s request for restraint. Photo: Frank T

Then everybody grabs Jenni’s wrists!

Ikkor proceeds to sing “She Bad” as Blossom steps in with some handcuffs, and I tease her boobs and whack her behind with the Attitude Adjustment stick around.

SHE BAD…ly in need of an Attitude Adjustment. Photo: Jux Lii

Jenni writhes to the music and calls for me to spank her harder.

See this hot pic of Jennis squirting while being spanked UNCENSORED in the “Forbidden Photographs” of the Bonoboville. Gallery. Photo: Onyx

Then suddenly, glory be, like Moses calling forth water from the stone, I call forth Holy Water, amrita, the juice of Juici Jenni.

Moses taps the Spring of Life. Photo: Onyx

And the congregation moans: Hallelujah! Praise be to the power and glory of spanking.

See Jenni squirt uncensored in Forbidden Photographs. Film Still: Gideon Grayson

Meanwhile, the Trumpus is forced to sit through the whole thing, gagged with an Xmas ball.

The Trumpus sits, gagged with an Xmas ball, as I show off my latest appearance on P-spots & penis pumps in Cosmo and we have all kinds of Spanksgiving fun that he is forced to just watch. Photo: Frank T

We have such disdain for his trumposity (giving thanks to himself, the narcissistic ninny), we don’t even spank his pathetic ass.

And no, a slappy squirting Spanksgiving is not for everyone, maybe even not for most people.

How to Survive and Thrive in the Trumpocalypse, the Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

But in this topsy-turvy Trumpocalypse, when Thanksgiving can be especially difficult to digest, Spanksgiving can at least help put it all into perspective: Bottoms up! Turn the whole plutocratic, ecocidal oligarchy upside down and spank its ass.

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, those Dems better step up to the plate. I just want Mama Maxine Waters to SPANK them all with subpoenas.

Season’s Beatings!

In other news, I’m in some “outside” media this week.

I give thanks for Counterpunch, which almost always posts my weird essays, and just posted TWO: “Cucks, Cuckolding & Campaign Management” (and now Cuckold Paul Manafort is in the news again for lying to Robert Mueller) AND “Slappy Spanksgiving”

And on the other side of the pundit spectrum, I give thanks to Cosmo for giving me the chance to advise millions of young readers at the beginning of their sexual journeys.

Pick up a copy of the December Cosmo on stands now with Hailee Steinfeld on cover, where I give quick tips on P-spot fingering (might be done after spanking), penis-pump use (might be done during spanking) and the STI convo (which no one likes to have, but really ought to be done before sexual intercourse, with or without spanking).

We have a Magazine Fetish. Photo: Jux Lii

Speaking of magazines, our new Speakeasy Journal magazine, SPLOSH ‘n’ ART edition, makes a great holiday gift, especially for your lovers and friends who love food… and sex.

Next edition, SPANK ‘N’ ART, is almost hot off the presses!

And before we can say “Hold my antlers and smack my tail,” the show’s over.

A few more kisses under the Mistletoe, and the after-party whips on by.

Then it’s time for the captain, My Captain, my prime mate, to give spanks to me, his spanking hot wife, then I give a few spanks to him, and we kiss under the mistletoe (actually, we crushed the mistletoe) before he stuffs me like a turkey and we drift off into the Bonoboville of dreams.

SLAPPY SPANKSGIVING 2018

Slappy Spanksgiving 2018!

© Nov. 27th, 2018. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Date: 12/20/2008

Holiday Blues And Sperm

Get cozy with the speakeasy crew for this week’s episode while the weather is great for sex and your wallet is ripe for the picking. Listen to Dr. Suzy explore money fetishes and religious arousal. A caller wants his woman to enjoy swallowing which spawns a conversation on first attempts at oral sex and Robert from Kansas City calls in to talk about his fetishes which range from toe sucking to boob suckling.

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