Vamps & Vets in Bonoboville. Photo: Tin

Length 1:51:31 Date: December 10, 2016

by Dr. Susan Block

Gathered together in our Womb Room, a multi-colored congregation of pundits and porn stars, journalists and fetishists, monogamists and polyamorists, singers and swingers, vamps and veterans, from Hollywood to Tehran, faces the impending Trumpocalypse with lively discussion, Bonoboville Communion, erotic play, music, laughter, striptease… and protective gas masks, just in case.

In the last few decades, the sex-positive movement, Sex+ or, as Capt’n Max prefers to call it, the “pro-sex” rƎVO˩ution, has made big bonoboesque strides forward, opening America society up to greater sexual freedoms, tolerance, communication, women’s rights to health care, same-sex marriage, transgender awareness, polyamory, BDSM, fetish play, the importance of consent in any sexual interaction, the idea that sex work is work, and sex publishing is protected by our First Amendment rights . Speaking of which, three cheers and a beer for Sacramento County superior court judge Michael Bowman who recently rejected pimping charges brought by former state attorney general and current Senator-elect Kamala Harris against Michael Bowman, proprietor of Backpage on the basis of Free Speech rights. We the Sex-Positive People are also very proud to have defeated Michael Weinstein’s draconian, sex-negative Prop 60 here in California.

Sex+ in the Trumpocalypse. Photo: Zane Bono

It’s all part of the Sex+ or pro-sex movement away from old-time religion and sex-repressive governance and toward erotic freedom, consent-conscious sexuality, tolerance, tantra, more orgies, more shameless sexual fun and what I call a “Bonobo Way” of being.

Trickle Down Misogyny

But now here we are, teetering on the edge of the Trumpocalypse, led by a self-proclaimed Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief, flanked by a rabidly religious, sex-negative veep, a prospective cabinet of hardline conservatives, and a newly empowered base of armed and ignorant “Trump Bros,” KKK and neo-Nazis euphemistically dubbed the “Alt-Right.”

GasMaskGirl Jay outfitted for the Trumpocalypse. Photo: Zane Bono

With such cold winds blowing into our warm Womb Room, what’s a concerned, fun-loving sex-positive citizen to do? How do pro-sex progressives swim against the current of “trickle down misogyny and trickle down racism” (as the now-groveling Mitt Romney once eloquently put it), bullying, intolerance and “rape culture”? Why are some people sexually aroused by The Donald? These are some of the questions that our congregation addresses with smiles, Bonoboville Communion and joie de vivre, even if some of us wear gas masks, given Agent Orange Hair’s statements on the EPA and climate change.

Dirge for America

First up on my broadcast bed is Dirge Magazine senior editor Reneé Asher Pickup in her virgin appearance on the show, thanks to associate producer Paniscus Brecht (now a therapist with the Institute) who also appears on this show. A “dirge” is a funeral song and though it seems a bit early to declare the death of democracy, the ghostly, darkly witty Dirge style seems an appropriate song to sing on this show. Pan and I festoon ourselves with skulls, the archetypal symbol of mortality that fascinates as it repels, like the Dirge logo and the emblem of Yale’s oldest, most elite and most secretive secret society, “Skull and Bones.”

Reneé, raised Mormon and a U.S. Marine veteran, discusses some recent articles in Dirge, including the The Satanic Temple (TST) vs. Trump and Pense (for which I invoke the Divine Interventions Satanic Dildo ) and her own article on hybristophiliacs, people (usually women) who romantically fetishize serial killers (usually men), mass murderers (like Elliot Rodgers), burglars, rapists, war criminals, Fuhrers and quite possibly a certain Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief.

Face-Sitting Trump

Speaking of T-Rump, Reneé spends a good portion of the show sitting on the face of our plush-and-rubber Trump the Dick with Small Penis Syndrome, partly to protest the UK’s misogynistic ban on “face-sitting” porn, and partly for what I call “Trumpocalypse Therapy.” See last week’s Sploshing Trump segment for more along those lines. We also agree that it is, symbolically at least, a good way to keep his mouth shut.

Trumpocalypse Therapy, the Bonobo Way. Photo: Zane Bono

Later she sticks her fingers in Trumpty Dumpty’s cut-out eyes like a happy witch playing with her voodoo doll.

Reneé also gives an enthusiastically consensual Jacquie Blu a short but spirited book-spanking with The Bonobo Way, as well as a  riding crop (her first time giving a spanking on camera!), then returns to her seat on Trump’s face.

Renee gives Jacquie a good book-spanking. Photo: Tin

Cosmo Anal-ysis

One of several of Reneé‘s blogs, “Does this Sex Column Make My Ass Look Fat?” is her witty and often spot-on critique of the sex advice in in Cosmo and similar magazines aimed at a young female readership.

Anal-yzing Cosmo. Photo: Zane Bono

Since I happen to be a sex advisor who is occasionally quoted in Cosmo  (just last week, I was interviewed twice by two different Cosmo writers about anal sex—both giving and receiving!), I feel compelled to defend the magazine which has historically been Sex+ and pro-women’s rights since I was a young Cosmo girl in the 1970s, when Helen Gurly Brown took it over, and the only other alternatives were staid Redbook and  Ladies’ Home Journal. And it’s doing a pretty good job conveying the sex-positive movement to so-called Middle America, with Cosmo girls from Tallahassee to Temecula enjoying anal-gasms and learning to give their boyfriends P-gasms and, according to my anal-ysis, that’s a good thing.

Wry, Loni & Gypsy

My next featured guest is sex educator Wry Mantione, last seen in Bonoboville with his two sexy girlfriends in Poly on Wry (one of whom plays a wicked violin).  He’s been conducting a series of talks and town meetings on the subject of  consent, leading workshops in BDSM and polyamory, and organizing Sex-Positive LA events as well as Kinky Salon parties with previous DrSuzy.Tv guest, Polly Superstar. Wry and I chat about the meaning of “consent” in the Trumpocalypse and how the election of a boastful sexual predator for President has many survivors of assault struggling with nightmare flashbacks and paralyzing fears. It’s true that a little bit of fear can be an aphrodisiac, like spice in your enchilada. But too much fear spoils the meat, and Trump-triggered terror is ruining a lot of survivors’ appetites for sex and a lot more.

Later Wry demonstrates the popular and rather dangerous art of “choking,” first on fellow guest, budding adult star, Loni Legend, and then on my assistant Gypsy Bonobo (also a therapist at the Institute). Do NOT try this at home, unless you’ve taken a good workshop in the subject as you can easily kill your partner with an accidental wrong move. Nevertheless many people, including a high percentage of attractive young ladies, love to be “choked” into ecstasy during sex. Loni and Gypsy both characterize Wry’s demo as “mild.” I’m usually all for extreme fun but, on my show, I prefer Wry’s “mild” to wild. Better safe and slightly unfulfilled than, well, dead.

Wry & Gypsy have a post-choke chat. Photo: Zane Bono

We haven’t seen sexy Loni since our No Prop 60 show, and we’re delighted to hear that two of her recent films have been nominated for AVN awards. Loni models her leatherette bustier to the tune of Carmina Formosa‘s Bonobo Way-inspired “The Kinkster.”

Loni Legend, Altar Girl. Photo: Zane Bono

Then she doffs her top to reveal her lovely natural boobs (which seem to have grown at least one cup size!) which serve as a luscious altar for Gypsy’s Bonoboville Communion. Then Gypsy returns the favor. It was just a few months ago that Loni was too young to take Communion, so the Womb Room erupts in applause as I waterboard her, bonobo-style, with Xmas-green Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.

GasMaskGirl Returns with Persia

This show also features the return of “GasMaskGirl” co-owned and operated by retired U.S. Army Major Manny Garcia, associate-produced by Sarah Bella Bonobo. This time, Manny brings a beautiful new GasMaskGirl named Persia who comes from where else but Iran. Persia happens to have a Jewish mother and Muslim father, a living example of the #JewsandMuslimsRefusetobeEnemies meme. As I’ve often said, the best answer to bigotry is integration through sex. We chat a bit about life, latex and Tehran. Read more about sex parties from LA to Tehran in Step 10 of The Bonobo Way: “Create Your Own Bonoboville.”

The GasMaskGirls don’t bring their gas masks this time, but that’s okay because Persia looks luminous in an elegant pink and purple latex dress designed by Kathlrrn Kissam, a cousin of Anderson Cooper who has visited Lola ya Bonobo, the bonobo orphan sanctuary that we help to support, even when Manny ties her to a chair.

GasMaskGirl in Chair Bondage. Photo: Zane Bono

Though it’s a shame to cover her pretty face, even for a few minutes, we put Bonoboville fetish-connoisseur-in-residence Del Rey’s gasmask on Persia as she sits in chair bondage, just to get a taste of that GasMaskGirl experience.

Veterans’ Night: Manny shows off GasMasked Persia’s pedicure as Renee face-sits on Trump. Photo: Zane Bono

When a foot fetishist named Kevin calls in from Atlanta, Manny removes Persia’s shoes to reveal her beautiful pedicured feet. My other guests and staff, including premiere foot masseuse Capt’n Max, chime in to give Kevin advice on how to get a woman to let him enjoy his fetish with her feet.  

Jay Toriko also represents GasMaskGirl (he will soon be featured in one of their films), rocking his very fashion-forward black and silver gasmask complete with attached oxygen tank.

German soldiers and their donkey wearing gas masks.

We Are One & We’re On The Doctors!

Diverse as we are and divided as we feel, Ikkor the Wolf steps up to the stage to remind us that “We Are One,” as everyone throws up their index fingers (our fingering fingers!), and Reneé wiggles her butt on Trump’s face.

“We Are One” with Ikkor the Wolf. Photo:: Zane Bono

Diversity + Inclusion + Peace through Pleasure + Female Empowerment = The Bonobo Way.

Shout out to our beloved Team Bonobo reps Daniele Watts & Chef Be*LIVE who came on THE DOCTORS with me to talk about erotic hypnosis, hypnotherapy and the power of orgasms. This show aired Wednesday, and if you missed it, you can see it here.

Kudos to the adorable Dr. Travis Stork, sexy Dr. Nita Landry and winking Dr. Andrew Ordon for a Sex+ interview with me about our work at the Institute, and talk with Daniele and Be*Live about their experiences under hypnosis with me. It’s too bad The Doctors staff wouldn’t let me wear my hat (but at least my hair had recently been done by awesome hairdresser Mark Brown), and of course, the editors cut out my best and funniest lines (and sliced off significant portions of Daniele’s and Be*Live’s stories). I suppose that, like our friends at Cosmo, they felt the need to homogenize us, the better to deliver us in soundbite-sized portions to a fragile America that they feel can’t take my sense of humor. But I’m grateful that they treated the subject matter with respect and seemingly genuine enthusiasm, and hey, it’s good for Biz-Ness.

Speaking of which, if you’d like to experience erotic hypnotherapy, call the Institute at 213-291-9497, and let us take you on a relaxing yet exciting journey into the erotic theater of the mind. If you’d rather learn how to put yourself under, read Step 2 in the 12 Steps to Liberating Your Inner Bonobo in The Bonobo Way.

Infinite Orgasms

After the show, the conversation continues under the roof in the Garden of Bonoboville, as we watch the red, green and white lights glitter in the rain, transforming our little garden into a misty waterworld of fairytale fantasy and infinite possibility. The Trumpocalypse looms and, considering the lessons of Weimar Berlin and other similar periods in history, we feel compelled to resist and protest anti-sex repression, racism, misogyny, bullying and militarism. On the other hand, there is always the possibility that things will be different, that it won’t be “so bad,” that miracles happen, and Sex+ goodness will win the day. Though probably not without some effort on our parts.

Hoka-Hoka. Photo: Zane Bono

Well, ‘tis the season to make merry, party like bonobos and share lots of good cheer and loads of big orgasms which, after the guests have left the Garden, I share with my Captain, as always, doing our best to practice what we preach. The Doctors would approve.

Thanks to this week’s volunteers and our in-house bonobos Abe Perez, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jacquie Blu, MarsFX, Paniscus Brecht and Zane Bono.

© December 11, 2016. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length: 122:36 minutes        Date: 9/24/2011

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This wild, wacky show starts off with an unexpected visit from eight uninvited, armed LAPD officers!  Shades of unwarranted Speakeasy police raids past (for which I sued the LAPD and won a nice settlement).  But this time, once Max–looking jauntily authoritative in his captain’s hat–told the officers that they were interrupting a live broadcast of The Dr. Susan Block Show, they apologized (either word has gotten around about that settlement, or I have more fans-in-blue than I knew) and left within minutes.  Actually, they didn’t even make it past the steel gate in front of our elevator.  Irony of ironies: We had the LAPD behind bars!  With a blow-up doll cop standing guard! Unfortunately, we didn’t get the real cops on tape.  But after the intro, Max and I tell the story of the aborted raid based on a false noise report (which we now suspect was maliciously delivered by someone who was actually on our staff); then we jump back into the theme of Romantic Lady Porn with our fabulous guests, porn stars, producer, writers, therapists and comedians, who all come together for a climactic, fantastic Commedia Erotica rendition of a sexpot Snow White (more…)

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Length 01:26:32  Date: May 22, 2021

by Dr. Susan Block. 

This self-loving locomotive roars out of the station with Capt’n Max raging against gun violence in America. Then comes my kinky but fairly simple solution: Shoot the gun between your legs!

Merry Masturbation Month, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Fappers and Monkey-Slappers!

Seriously, we Americans really should stop denigrating sex (including solo sex) and fetishizing guns. Otherwise, we will all shoot ourselves in the foot—and the head—in this burgeoning ammosexual orgy of gun, bomb, knife and knee violence at home, as well as in America’s (and our mercenary client state Israel’s) wars and occupations abroad.

This is one reason we’re celebrating Masturbation Month 2021 as if our lives depend on it—because, in a way, they do.

If we don’t somehow transform our priorities and go The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure instead of the ammosexual way of mass murder, police brutality, war and occupation, we’re all going to die in a hail of bullets—and I don’t mean the cute little vibrators.

Masturbation denigration begins at home, influenced by the original “influencer,” that old-time religion, as Capt’n Max, Mariah, Unscene Abe and I discuss with our extended F.D.R. *family* of listeners on Reddit, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Youtube—gun nuts and peaceniks—all connected through love for self-love.

Testifying to the Power of Self-Pleasure

Adriana joins the self-love conversation at the Clubhouse station, describing her strict Evangelical Christian “purity” culture upbringing that strongly forbade any form of sexual expression (including masturbation) before marriage. Fortunately, the call of libidinous nature was stronger than the voice of religious sex-negativity, and by her late teens, she was soon moving onto internet erotica… though she always made sure to erase her searches, so as not to get caught.

Somewhat ironically, Adriana also grew up hearing her religious parents have fairly loud sex (“it was a small house”) to the point where she and her siblings “stuck [their] fingers in [their] ears.” Wow, what a contrast. She also found their *secret* pleasure stash. Parents always do sex-educate their kids, one way or the other, even when they don’t intend to!

Mariah chimes in that she grew up in a somewhat similar household (though more Catholic than Evangelical), with sex (including solo sex) pretty much forbidden until marriage, though she also often heard her parents having audible (eargasmic?) sex.

It’s actually healthy, normal and natural to hear your parents making love sometimes. But if the message is “Don’t do as I do, do as I say,” this can feel very unfair for young people. Though I still think it’s usually better than not hearing any positive sounds of sex at all.

Perhaps that’s one reason that both Adriana and Mariah are on sex-positive paths right now, despite their sex-negative and masturbation-negative upbringings. We’re not sure, as we only scratched the surface with both of them (and we hope to go deeper on future shows). But considering how off-the-rails so many in American “purity” cults have gone—the Massage Parlor shooter and the Pastor Cuckold Trio of Death being a couple of recent extreme examples—Adriana and Mariah are doing quite well.

Maybe Bonoboville has something to do with it too. Not only do we have a pretty good recipe for peace (even in the Middle East!) through bonoboësque sex-positivity and global socialism, but we also try to practice what we preach.

This can get a little noisy, especially during Masturbation Month, which includes mutual masturbation.

Honestly, I can testify, Brothers and Sisters, that most things get worse with age, a lot worse. But, oddly enough, orgasms get better, at least some orgasms. Talk about shooting the gun between your legs. The morning of this broadcast, I felt like I was a cannonball fired right out of a howitzer cannon and then down a roller coaster and off the edge of the earth into an explosion of a million Peyote-infused particles that lasted several seconds or maybe millennia, depending on your sense of time, which I completely lost track of.

Capt’n Max dubs it “an art piece.” Does that make him the artist?

I call it a mutual masturbation collaboration with art, artists and the incredible, gargantuan vastness of nature merging in true psychedelic fashion.

Two Captains of Different Ships

Later, another caller, an affable fellow named Chris—who says he’s been watching me since I was interviewed by Oprah back in the 1990s (on the old Oprah Winfrey Show!)—further extols the marvels of mutual masturbation. We’re in harmonious agreement on that point. Though I feel there are benefits to playing sexual solitaire that partner sex simply cannot match, such as the stress-free opportunity to focus all of your erotic energy on yourself. You Do You! It’s not better or worse than partner sex, though individuals have their preferences. But it should be at least a part of everyone’s erotic repertoire.

There’s another point upon which Chris and I diverge, especially on this very “Make Love Not War” broadcast. As we get chummier, I ask his line of work, and he almost apologetically confesses he’s a U.S. Army Captain “in charge of 767 people.” Capt’n Chris appears to have started his military career without much ambition but, he says, “I decided to drink the Kool aid and become an officer.”

Capt’n Chris sounds like a very nice guy (is that part of officer’s training in America’s woke army now?), but I can’t bring myself to mouth, “thank you for your service” like Mariah sweetly says. In fact, I have to confess that if I was in charge of America’s “defense” (ha! How much of that goes to actually “defending” the U.S.A.?) budget, I’d slash it so badly, he might well be unemployed.

He doesn’t argue with me. In fact, don’t tell the Pentagon, but it sounds like Capt’n Chris can’t wait to retire and #gobonobos…

Capt’n Chris inspires me to ask Capt’n Max (who is not a real “Captain” of anything but Bonoboville’s Ship of Fools for Love) to tell his Army story that features him braving paratrooper school (he’s so scared of heights I could barely get him to go parasailing) and winning awards for sharp-shooting, climaxing during target practice at Fort Benning, Georgia, when young Max realizes that the targets he was hitting so precisely could be people someday. With that little military epiphany, Capt’n Max threw down his gun and set off down the Make-Love-Not-War road he’s been on ever since.

Two different kinds of Captain, two different kinds of paths. Though both can agree that orgasms are vital to your health.

In fact, that’s Virtue #2 of the 8 Great Virtues of Masturbation: It’s “Healthy.” We also squeeze in Virtue #3: “Masturbation is Relaxing.” One more to go!

Yes, masturbation has “virtues.” It’s not self “abuse,” and though that’s just a word, and I’m a fervent supporter of Free Speech, words have tremendous power. We discuss how denigrating your beautiful genitalia by calling it “junk” takes its toll on our sexual psyches, giving us a subliminal message that sex is garbage.

This devolves into “junk in the trunk,” triggering memories of Backdoor Amor Hilton extolling the pleasures of anal with her new BF on last week’s F.D.R.

My particular word beef of the week (or year) is the way the woke mob—along with the more sanctimonious Banana Repugnicans—have coopted the word “grooming,” defining it as a predatory process in the beginning stages of sexual abuse. But for many years, the word “grooming” has been used to describe a wonderful, medicinal, bonding and very physical type of caretaking among humans and other mammals, involving touching, stroking, massaging, combing the hair, and pulling out the occasional tick or other interloper. Bonobos do a lot of grooming; in fact, it’s almost as important as sex (you could say it’s an aspect of sexual “outercourse”) in keeping the peace, through pleasure and touch, in Bonoboville. I realize I’m in a losing battle to rehabilitate the battered reputation of this simple innocent word, “grooming,” on the modern verbal wrestling mat of sexual scandal. However, it’s a battle worth fighting for this coming-at-you-from-behind Word Warrioress!

Gaetz-Gate & Gates-Gate

Speaking of sexual scandal, some Redditors ask me to comment on Gaetz-Gate, which I first must distinguish from Gates-Gate involving Bill and Melinda Gates, which we discussed at greater length on last week’s F.D.R. Yes, there are two different Gates-Gates or Gaetz-Gates, depending on which Gated Community you live in. Otherwise, who really cares, except political celebrity gossip fetishists (of which, I suppose, there are a lot)?

Matt Gaetz should be booted out of Congress for helping to lead the Rape of the Capitol, aka the MAGA Insurrection, not sexual scandal.

As for Gaetz-Gate, I must confess I have been studiously avoiding this topic for weeks, waiting to see if any emerging news will be the proverbial “smoking gun” that makes me care about the whole sleazy fun-fest. Don’t get me wrong; I despise Florida Congress-Clown Matt Gaetz’s Trumpty-Dumpty Insurrection-supporting, mendacious, opportunistic politics. But I don’t have a problem with him paying sex workers. He hasn’t supported the so-called “sex trafficking” bills—and he stuck up for California Congresswoman Katie Hill when she was pressured to resign over the revenge porn posted by her ex—so he’s not really a hypocrite about sex. The big confession letter Gaetz wingman Joel Greenberg (also friends with Roger Stone) says he and Gaetz thought the 17 year old was 19, and once they found out she was 17, they didn’t touch her again until she was 19. If I later learn that Gaetz knowingly requested or “groomed” (in any sense of the word) a 17-year-old for sex, I will revise my opinion, but for now, I’m inclined to believe the indicted wingman who says he didn’t know. This is why I advise sex-work customers to get proof of an escort’s age, if there’s any question, but since consenting adult sex work is illegal, that’s not always as easy as it sounds.  So sorry, not sorry, but I’m not going to jump on the McCarthyesque, Roy Kohnesque, “Hang Matt Gaetz for Sex Crimes!” woke mob bandwagon, even though my opinion still stands that Matt Gaetz is a total punk asshole, politically speaking, and should be run out of office and indicted for insurrection.

I also condemn Gaetz’s Wingwoman, Congresswoman Margarine, aka Marjorie Taylor Green who, among her many proudly idiotic, casually bigoted pronouncements, recently compared Nancy Pelosi requiring facemasks to be worn in the Capitol to Hitler forcing Jews to wear gold stars on their arms before exterminating them in concentration camps. That’s some classic anti-Semitism right there, trivializing the Holocaust to make a selfish, stupid point.

Wall Street Bullshit: Margarine Taylor Greene and Matt Gaetz, along with some of their shitty fascist friends, being pooped out of the ass of the Wall Street Bull.

That “gold star,” something we usually think of as a good thing, can mark us for discrimination. During the show, Capt’n Max asks what does it mean when Redditors give us “gold stars”? At the time, I assume it’s like an Amazon gold-star rating, but now that I’m thinking about Margarine’s words, I’m wondering if maybe that Redditor meant he wanted to make us wear “Gold Stars” of David like the Jews in Nazi Germany. Hmmm… Maybe I’m paranoia, but acts of anti-Semitism outside of Israel have risen by 438% in the last ten days.

Jewish Girl & Palestinian Boy Share Kiss

Blame it on Israel, and I do. I feel like I’ve “come out of the closet” as a #JewforPalestine with my recent rant against Israel’s shameful war crimes, Shemah Yisrael. I’m receiving a lot of positive feedback, but I’m nervous about some of my sex therapy clients, as well as members of my family reading it. So far, mostly because I haven’t posted it prominently on my Facebook timeline, I don’t think they’ve seen it, but it might just be a matter of time. Well, I’m already the worst Black Sheep of the Block Family (there are a few of us), just by virtue of being an outspoken, kinky sexologist, but this could put me out to pasture.

There’s this 90 year old Jewish lady: “I can’t be a Zionist. No way. It is such an injustice; such cruelty; such distortion. The Holocaust was real. anti-Semitism is real. But it then doesn’t give Jews the right to be the oppressor. It’s breaks my heart.”

Speaking of sexology, I usually talk and write about politics and culture from some sort of “sex angle” (“I love your sex angles!” exclaims Mariah), but I honestly couldn’t think of one for Israel’s unconscionable devastation of Palestine. At least not while the bombs were dropping last week.

Now there’s a ceasefire (though the rotten apartheid continues), and I guess I’m calmed down enough to see a very personal “sex angle.” I realize that my first epiphany of Palestine occurred in a kiss.

Talk about a sex angle!

It happened on a youth trip I took to Israel with Camp Ramah at the age of 16. I was no Zionist. Why did Jews need Israel when we had Miami? But others in the group were staunch Zionists. That bothered me, but I honestly didn’t know why. One afternoon in Jerusalem while the others were shopping, a handsome young man who looked like Omar Shariff on a motorcycle, caught my eye, or maybe I caught his, and before I knew it, I was riding on the back of that motorcycle, clutching his waist, whizzing through the backstreets of Jerusalem where my Ramah tour group didn’t venture, then up a rocky hill and into the beautiful, haunting Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus talked to God, and where we stopped to share that kiss.

Actually a few kisses. We were, as we used to say, “making out.”

Did I mention I’d just broken up with my Jewish boyfriend (who went on to become an orthodox Rabbi), and so was feeling particularly horny?

I asked my new love where he was from, and he said “here,” and something clicked in me, though I didn’t understand what it meant.

My “Omar” (I honestly don’t remember his name, and I call him Mohamed on the show, but upon reflection, I think Omar is more fitting) was a gentleman—or maybe just nervous he’d be stopped by Israeli authorities. He drove me right back to my waiting Ramah tour group where I was duly chastised and shamed not just for disappearing for a couple unauthorized hours, but for fraternizing with a Palestinian. Though I don’t recall my Ramah counselors calling Omar a Palestinian. Maybe “Arab,” spit out with a sneer.

“A Jewish girls [sic] hanging out with a Palestinian boy,” comments Mundane Marvels on Reddit. “Sounds like the ultimate in in teen rebellion.”

Yes indeed it was and, in a way, I never grew out of “rebellion” against this unfair, inhumane, sex-negative, war-mongering, demoralizing capitalist system, and neither has Capt’n Max.

I see another “Jew for Palestine,” Emily Wilder, was just fired from AP over criticisms of Israel in tweets from her Stanford college days. The other side of the shame I feel over Israel’s occupation of Palestine is the pride I feel over the fact that a lot of the top critics of Israel are my fellow Jews. Bernie, Joshua Frank and Norman Solomon on CP and many more.

And then there’s this 90 year old Jewish lady: “I can’t be a Zionist. No way. It is such an injustice; such cruelty; such distortion. The Holocaust was real. anti-Semitism is real. But it then doesn’t give Jews the right to be the oppressor. It’s breaks my heart.” #JewsForPalestine

Masturbation Not Occupation! Make Self-Love Not War!

Which brings us back to the Merry Manual Stimulation Month of May.

Porno Charlie Sheen

Our Post-Show Throwback is Porno Charlie Sheen Masturbation Month Orgy (2011) shows how a little masturbation can turn into a fantastic orgy. Lots of porn stars in this one, featuring most of the cast of “Charlie Sheen’s Porno Adventure,” including Evan Stone in the title role, our old friend Eric John (with whom I share a special *moment* towards the end of the show), Eric’s wife (at the time), the gorgeous, aptly named bank-teller-turned-porn-star, Vicki Chase, the late great Hollie Stevens, aka Hollie Wood (who, sadly, passed away from cancer a few years later), Russian super sexpot Jamey Janes,  the director Jim Powers, plus you can see Porno Dan, Corpsy and an AVN journalist in the voyeur section of the Speakeasy.

Keep in mind that when we broadcast this show live in May, 2011, Charlie Sheen was at the top of his crazy Tigerblood game, doing shows and tours, making nonsensical but subversive-sounding statements and spouting fairly plausible 9/11 conspiracy theories, flanked by high class sex workers, drug dealers, comedians and body guards, acting like the Hunter S. Thompson of sitcom TV.

Except Charlie Sheen is no Hunter S. Thompson.

Maybe if you combined Charlie with his more authentic activist Dad, Martin Sheen… but you can’t, so forget it.

The *new* Charlie Sheen was revealed along with his HIV-positive status in 2015, and no, that’s not the problem. As Billie Porter just proved, you can announce you’re HIV-positive nowadays and be cooler than ever. The problem was and still is that Certified “John,” Charlie Sheen threw the sex workers in his life under the bus, implying they gave him HIV, when none of them did, as well as putting them at risk. On the Today show, Charlie said the reason he was confessing his HIV status was he was being blackmailed for $10 million by “unsavory and insipid types” over his diagnosis. “I’m imagining prostitutes,” Matt Lauer replied clairvoyantly (a couple years before his #MeToo disgrace). Wow, Matt probably should have been seeing those prostitutes he was imagining, instead of locking coworkers in his office by pressing a button under his desk and making snide comments about sex workers he doesn’t know.

“Life is like a penis. It gets hard sometimes, but not forever.”

Also, Charlie testified against Heidi Fleiss. Bastard. He’s spent a lot of cash on sex workers over the decades, about half a million a year, I’ll give him that—though I’m pretty sure he got more than his money’s worth. Maybe he can’t get it up any more or wants to spend time with his family or whatever. Nevertheless, hypocritical betrayal is never a good look.

Fuck da Rich. And don’t bite the hand that fucks you, rich Charlie.

But that’s now, and Porno Charlie Sheen Masturbation Month Orgy is from then, way back when we thought Charlie was the sex worker’s friend.

So watch it here, there or above, and remember, in the words of my friend FemDom Goddess Phoenix Steele (at least, she passed along these wise words),“Life is like a penis. It gets hard sometimes, but not forever.”

Go Bananas for bonobos and give The Bonobo Way for Masturbation Month or Gay Pride Month coming up…

Sexual Health is Part of “Mental Health”

All the Royals are opening up about their trauma these days, from Prince Harry to Lady Gaga. It’s kind of odd to hear these privileged mortal deities complain about this and that stuff we all go through. Nevertheless, rich people have problems too (yet another reason to “Fuck Da Rich,” for their own good), and it’s probably very therapeutic for them to talk about them.

In fact, maybe you should too!  But you might want to do it privately. Also, Oprah (now vying with me for the title of International Mother Confessor and oddly coming up twice in this Journal) might not be paying you millions to divulge your most traumatic memories.  

Whatever you think of the particular mental health spokes-celebrity (and there are a lot of obnoxious ones at the moment), there’s no doubt, it’s true. Mental health is very important. Not just our own mental health, but the mental health of everyone around us. Especially with all these guns proliferating.

So, take good care of your mental health, which overlaps with your sexual health (which is both mental and physical). And if you need to talk privately, call our Therapists Without Borders anytime.

© May 22. 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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This Saturday, March 22, friends and lovers of Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy will come together to launch some of our most potent Weapons of Mass Seduction in celebration of Spring, Easter, Dionysia, Purim and anything else that strikes our vernal fancy. This will be a more intimate gathering than Eros Day, so if you want to join us (and why wouldn’t you?), I suggest you make your reservations now.

Don’t forget to wear your vibrating gloves, which are sure to make you the life of any party, in or outside the Speakeasy. Too late to order them from Shopping Heaven? You’ll be able to get them in our Speakeasy boutique.

Unbelievably Good Vibrations

We’ll have some other hot new items there that you can also get here, including some gorgeous and deliciously functional XTC glass dildos (excellent for G-spot female ejaculation) and my new red, black and blue elkskin leather flogger that looks kind of like a twisted flag.

Flag or Flog?

The theme of 3/22 Bacchanal will be the Art of Sexual Seduction, as exemplified by the Biblical Queen Esther who seduced a king to save her tribe from genocide.

Spitzer’s Only Hope for Salvation

Speaking of powerful political leaders who have been dramatically seduced….

Seeing the likes of former New York Governor and anti-prostitution “Crusader of the Year” Eliot Spitzer caught with his pants down around his ankles was no big shock. Flagrant hypocrisy often lurks just beneath the surface of showy morality, especially when it comes to sex.

It’s aggravating to see war criminals like Bush and Dick blithely continue to wreak havoc from their comfortable offices while johns like Spitzer are lynched by the mob, especially when the whole “Eliot Mess” seems to have been based on Federal wiretapping and bank transaction monitoring that has Big Brother watching us like a Peeping Tom. It’s disheartening to realize that we live in a Bizarro World where a politician can lead the nation into war on false pretenses and be rewarded with a second term in office, but where illicit sex is an impeachable offense.

Nevertheless, Spitzer’s “crime” does bring up some interesting issues regarding sex and money, men and women. Just listen to the chattering sexperts trying vainly to explain why the former governor was an active client of the elite Emperors Club call-girl service. Some declare him spoiled, self-destructive or just plain nuts. Some say “boys will be boys,” and politicians will be politicians. Some cite the “arrogance of power.” The nastiest explanation is Dr. Laura’s sisterly view that it’s all the wife’s fault. Talk about being vicious when someone’s down, and just to sell a few books. Poor Silda Wall Spitzer. Before all the trauma of recent days, she was quite sexy (check out Hothouse Silda), as more than one observer has pointed out. Maybe she should run for office.

The Spitzers in happier times

But here’s the problem with all the hand-wringing analysis: There are as many different reasons why men go to hookers as there are men going to hookers. One thing we do know: It’s as natural as a bonobo female presenting her big pink vulva to the male who just gave her a ripe banana. When are we as a society going to grow up and face the fact that, although sex can be spiritual and emotional, it can also be a commodity for which some people (usually, but not always, males) pay some other people (usually, but not always, females)? It might be “wrong” in certain cases, like cheating is wrong. But should it be illegal? Cheating isn’t illegal. Nor should it be. And what about all the single johns? They aren’t even cheating. They just want to pay to play with a consenting adult. Why should that be a criminal act?

Some say that prostitution should remain illegal because it reduces sex to a business transaction. But many perfectly legal sex acts are business transactions, from employees who sleep with bosses to get promotions, to girls who go out with guys to get dinner, to guys who sleep with women to stay rent-free in their apartments, to golddiggers who simply marry for money. These approaches to sex are just as crass and materialistic as the regular ‘ho who asks for her cash up front, yet they’re not criminal acts.

With this in mind, I have some advice for Eliot Spitzer. Its such sound advice, I think I’ll write him an open letter…

Dear Mr. Spitzer (may I call you Eliot?),

I have a great idea for how you could resurrect your now-dead political career: Admit the hypocrisy of your sex life up until now, and work to decriminalize prostitution in New York and in America.

I know, it sounds outrageous. But you know, in your heart of hearts, as well as deep within your balls, that it’s the right thing to do. And it just might work. Before New York was New York, it was New Amsterdam. Look at what they’re doing in old Amsterdam. When prostitution is decriminalized, crime goes down.

Come on, Eliot, you can do it! Use some of your family millions, your amazing Harvard-trained brain, your now substantial name recognition, your famously high testosterone levels, your legendary drive to win and your deep desire to be one of the Good Guys, to get this ridiculous victimless crime off the books.

If you succeed in “Amsterdamizing” New York and the country, I promise you will become a hero to many. Your current abject humiliation will be seen as a springboard to your greatest calling: the decriminalization of prostitution. You could then become an advocate of sex workers rights and safety, really truly helping some of the women you once patronized.

It would be a brilliant career move, as well as the best moral choice for you, considering your current politically hopeless circumstances.

In the interest of my country, as well as my own promotion (I’m not a hooker, but I am a publicity whore), I would offer my services to you as a sex therapist. No charge.

Sincerely
Susan M. Block, PhD

Of course, I don’t expect the disgraced ex-guv to take me up on this, not anymore than former New Life Church Pastor Ted Haggard took me up on my idea for him to admit he was gay, or at least bisexual, and then become the world’s most successful Christian Evangelical Preacher to gays and the Christians who love them, of which there are many more than you might think. Pastor Ted was another quintessential hypocrite, preaching that homosexual acts were condemned by God even as he was committing such acts with a male hooker, while snorting meth and grinning that big scary grin. But I felt that Pastor Ted was so crazily charismatic and so flamboyantly, well, gay, that I kept hoping he would “repent” by just admitting he was bi (or whatever he wanted to call himself). Then his wife could say she was bi too, and then they could both say being gay or bi was okay with God, and then they could start a massive mega-church for gays, lesbians, bisexuals, trannies and alt sex lovers in Boulder, Colorado. This could have happened. But it didn’t. Instead, Pastor Ted went into “counseling” and shortly thereafter, was pronounced, by his counselor/minister Tim Ralph, to be “completely heterosexual.” And everybody laughed and said “Yeah, sure.”

Spitzers “Kristen”: Ashley Alexandra Dupré is the New Happy Hooker: Can You Handle Her?

So I expect that Spitzer will also continue playing the role of sexual hypocrite that he has played lo, these many years. He will most likely just slink off into “counseling,” and then pronounce himself “healed.” And everybody will laugh and say “Yeah, sure.”

But then again, maybe he’ll have a genuine change of heart. Maybe he won’t go through the typical charade. Maybe he will see the error of his ways. Maybe he’ll recognize that when he went after prostitution “rings” as New York’s attorney general, he was wasting tax payers’ money and hurting people whose only crime was to exchange money for consensual sex. Maybe, he will join the ongoing sexual revolution, and use his formidable skills and resources to help bring about the decriminalization of the world’s oldest profession, then help make it as safe and equitable as it can be.

Then Mrs. Spitzer can run for office. Or write a best-seller. Or do her personal trainer. Or whatever she damn well pleases.

Post-Sex Week at Yale RadioSuzy1 Soirée

We just posted a bunch of new shows in our RadioSuzy1 Archives, the most recent being our Post-Sex Week at Yale RadioSuzy1 Soirée with three special guest Yalies: Scott Barry Kaufman whose lecture on Mating Intelligence we’d attended at Sex Week, actress/producer Kristen Faye Hunter ’07 (making her mainstream big screen debut as “The Crying Girl” in “He’s Just Not That Into You“) and actor/producer Phoenix West ’07, talking about sex, love, life and Hollywood, as well as parents (how did they first talk to you about sex?), politics, war and peace. Also shows on sex and sports, legal and illegal drugs, those wild and crazy primaries, cannabalism, swinging, masturbation, the timely death of fellow Yalie William F. Buckley, Jr. ’50 (along with the none-too-soon “Death of Conservativism“), and lots more Weapons of Mass Discussion!

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by Dr. Susan Block.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonobo Peace Summit. Video Still: Rodrigo Alvarez

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

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

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

Bonobo Handshake. Video Still: Susan Block

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With Sami Alnashashibi at Fairouz. Photo: Rodrigo Alvarez

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

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

Bonobo Peace Summit at Fairouz. Video Still: Susan Block

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are oysters really aphrodisiacs? Video Still: Rodrigo Alvarez

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

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

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

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

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

V-Day in Times Square. Photo: Albert Eisenstaedt

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

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

Also on this FDR:

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

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

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 01:32:42 Date: June 22nd, 2019

by Dr. Susan Block.

It’s still LGBTQ Pride Month, and I am a walking, talking, licking, sucking rainbow of love.

Happy Pride Month 2019! Photo: Harry Sapien

Shout-out to the amazing Texas Geyser of Desire, bisexual squirting MILF Queen Deauxma, for giving me my slinky gay pride scarf.

However, like many, I have noticed that Pride has gone corporate, and I have mixed feelings about that.

Apple Pride.

Now sponsored by Wells Fargo, Walmart, T-mobile, Bud Light, Apple and other huge commercial enterprises, Pride parades are no longer revolutionary.

First Pride Parade: Gay Liberation Day on Christopher Street in 1970

That first Pride March, the 1970 Christopher Street Gay Liberation March on the one-year anniversary of the Stonewall rebellion, the amazing spontaneous riots against the ongoing police raids of the Stonewall Inn, a bootlegged dive bar owned by the Genovese Mafia Crime Family, on June 28th, 1969 (yay ’69!)–now that was revolutionary.

The only authentic photo of the Stonewall Rebellion

Now fully armed gay police march in uniform in Pride Parades.

Now armed cops march with Pride.

A lot of people love it, and the cops look like they’re having a ball, but it makes me queasy to see them strutting down the rainbow-strewn street with their guns and ammo, especially with so much police brutality still harming LGBTQ people, especially migrants and other people of color.

Lter in the show, three-time SUZY award winner Chris Gagliardi calls in to share his emotional experience watching Englewood, New Jersey City Hall raise the Rainbow Flag. Tale like this make me happy that Gay Pride has gone mainstream.

Macy’s at Pride 2019

But Pride Marches are now like a Macy’s Day Parade with rainbows instead of turkeys, and not much wild public sex anymore (don’t want to offend those corporate sponsors). Gay Pride, once a force for radical change, is becoming just another revenue stream into the capitalistic corporatization of human life that is destroying all life on the Earth.

As My Rainbow Shades attest, I am NOT on the side of the Pride Anti-Party Brigade. Photo: Bianca

On the flip side, a Straight Pride Parade is in the works, gearing up to mock LGBTQ “identity politics,” being put forth by a group of dangerous dorks called Resist Marxism who have organized racist gathering and guns rights rallies, as well as having leaked neo-Nazi affiliations. We the people need to get more Marxist (or Bernie-style Dem-socialist) and resist the juggernaut of corporate fascist capitalism before it kills us all.

Not that I’m in the side of the anti-party brigade. Pride has been about pleasure and the LGBTQ right to party since Stonewall. Like Emma Goldman, “If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution”(even though she didn’t exactly say it that way).

By the way, bonobos are gay and that’s okay! Actually Pan paniscus is pansexual!

Mad Moderator Teaser

Capt’n Max and I just got back from AASECT in Philly. I got to see Billy Penn, eat Hoagies, deliver the Bonobo Way, and deal with the Mad Moderator of AASECT, Ms. Roz Dischiavo, EdD, MA, CSE, CSES. I know you want to hear the details of this debacle, and they are coming soon to this Journal. I would have finished it this weekend, but I had this show to do, as well as this show blog. So, stay tuned for the full, unexpurgated story of the Mad Moderator of AASECT that powerful people are now begging me not to tell.

Mad Moderator AASECT teaser talk. Photo: Harry Sapien

As those of you who know me know, I scrupulously protect my sex therapy clients’ privacy and confidentiality. But Roz is not my client. Like the bonobos, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Max relishes a good fight, but I hate it. I just want everyone to get along. However, if someone assaults me (mostly verbally, though there was a bit of close-range spitting), I have no choice but to fight back… if I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror with… well, pride. And you know I love to look at myself in the mirror—or selfie stick (lol).

Pride Selfie: I couldn’t take it if I shirked the Truth.

You’d think a gathering of sex therapists might be sexy, but no, not exactly, at least not for me. Aside from a couple of super duper orgasms with Capt’n Max, my sexiest couple hours was chatting on the plane with an about-to-get-married guy about cuckolding and sperm wars.

The theme of the conference was “Let the Body Rejoice,” but aside from Max, my body was most touched, as well as groped and poked, not in an AASECT session, where touch is essentially not allowed, but in a TSA pat-down! In order to get on the plane, I guess you could say I “consented” to this groping, but you could certainly call it “coerced.”

Ana and Miguel laugh at my TSA jokes while Luzer checks his phone. Photo: Bianca

Listen above, watch the show on DrSuzy.Tv or check out the censored version on Facebook Live for the gory, gropey details.

Hello Sunshine!

Introducing Miss Sunshine McWane!

Introducing My New Show Assistant Sunshine McWane! Photo: Bianca

Sometime striptease artist, all-the-time comedienne and all-around sweetheart, Sunshine has been a guest on DrSuzy.Tv several times, most recently playing the role of the sacrificial goat in our Lupercalia Bacchanal.

Sunshine Selfie. Check out that Weiner!

She’s also in one of the photos in our brand spanking NEW Speakeasy Journal: SPANK ‘n’ ART, censored by Amazon, but available for YOU.

Now Sunshine is my new on-camera assistant, decked out for the occasion in pride-ish colors, with a juicy-looking hot dog garnished with squiggly squirts of relish that says “I <3 Weiners” emblazoned upon her chest.

PHOTO 1: BIANCA.  PHOTOS 2-3: HARRY SAPIEN

And yes, Sunshine is her real name, given to her by her mom in North Carolina.

In the after-party, Sunshine avidly licks my Pride Lolly… and a little bit more.

PHOTOS 1, 3, 4: BIANCA.  PHOTO 2: HARRY SAPIEN

Speaking of dildonic devices, during my talk about TSA’s aggressively gropey pat-down, Sunshine chimes in that whenever she flies, they steal her vibrator. 

Gay Pride Dildo Doggie-Style. Photo: Harry Sapien

This is why I always pack my sex toys in cargo.

Twersky in Palestine

Luzer Twersky, three-time SUZY award winner for “Funniest Fundamentalist Refugee,” is back from shooting “No Name Restaurant,” a German film in which he plays a Brooklyn Jew who gets lost in the desert and is saved by a Bedouin.

Luzer Twersky gets ready for his big DrSuzy.Tv interview. Photo: Bianca

The filming took place in Jordan, Israel and Palestine. What a wild country combo. What an adventure!

Talking with Luzer Twersky about his latest adventures filming “No Name Restaurant” in Palestine, Jordan and Israel. Photo: Bianca

A former Satmar Hasidic Orthodox Jew, Luzer now an atheist mentored by Penn Gillette, who I interviewed, along with Teller (the silent one; though in the interview, he talked more than Penn) for the San Francisco Bay Guardian 30 years ago before he got famous. Still, it’s kind of amazing that he went to areas where Israelis aren’t allowed to go, and Jews aren’t usually welcome either. Then again, Luzer’s a winner at weaseling his way into places—in every sense.

Sunshine enjoys Luzer’s stories. Photo; Harry Sapien

He regales us with amazing and disturbing stories regarding the highly restricted and perilous lives under Israeli occupation led by the Palestinians he befriended. One poor guy was on the road near an Israeli checkpoint when his engine sputtered. He got out of the car to see what the matter was and, within minutes, an Israeli soldier shot him (assuming that if he left the vehicle, it must be rigged with a bomb)! When the guy’s friend came to help, the soldier shot him dead.

Of course, this is unconscionable. Horrifying. How can this be perpetrated by people whose great grandparents lived, and often died equally horrible deaths, in the Nazi holocaust?

Luzer’s a funny guy, but some of his anecdotes of Palestinian life are horrific. Photo: Harry Sapien

Luzer’s experience gives him a nuanced perspective of the multi-faceted inferno of Israel/Palestine. Several of his relatives live in Israel, including a sister whose backyard was hit by a Palestinian rocket that almost killed her whole family. Now he has Palestinian friends who have to constantly deal with the grim reality of occupation, the constant possibility of sudden death or injury, and suffocating restriction of their movements.

If Luzer ever gets laryngitis, he can always talk with his hands. Photo: Harry Sapien

He compares the way Israeli soldiers, many as young as 19, perceive Palestinians as uniformly threatening to the way American police racially profile African-Americans. It’s an apt comparison, but no excuse for either group, especially when the deadly bigotry is stoked in various, insidious ways by leaders in American police forces and the Israeli army. Instead, this racist attitude should be extinguished and countered with training in non-lethal conflict de-escalation. That’s the Bonobo Way.

Even under occupation, some Palestinians manage to lead what we might call “normal” lives, especially in Ramallah on the West Bank (which is less treacherous than Gaza), which Luzer visited in between shooting scenes in the ancient Biblical town of Jericho (fortunately, the walls didn’t come “tumbling down,” at least not while he was filming). He talks about the wide variety of attitudes that different Palestinians have toward Israel. Still, it’s sad to hear about the day-to-day limits of life in Palestine, where even if you have the money to buy a house, you don’t dare to because you never know when the Israelis might blow it up, or just claim it’s theirs. 

Presenting: Tales of Twersky on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Bianca

What about sex? Our lusty Luzer had quite a bit, of course, all with Israeli ladies. Not that he wouldn’t have expanded his horizons, but all the Jordanians were in burqas and, when he managed to *get* a Palestinian gal to check into a hotel with him, the desk clerk wouldn’t let them in because they’re not married.

With Luzer, showing off Sunshine in SPANK ‘n’ ART. Photo: Harry Sapien

Speaking of sex, after the show, Luzer tells me that in shopping for an RV, he told a salesman he works with the Dr. Susan Block Show, and lo and behold, the guy has been a fan since my HBO days! Hopefully, now he’ll give him a good deal.

Hanging out with the winning Luzer post-show, talking about our fans in RV sales. Photo: Bianca

Breaking news: Luzer got an RV from the guy who used to watch the show and is now going to start watching again! And yes, he got a good deal.

Trump Camps

Back to the heavier notes: tRump is threatening ICE raids and mass deportations, one day saying he’s going to round up millions, the next day saying he won’t. Will he or won’t he? People are going nuts with fear, and that appears to be the point here.

Meanwhile, the tRump administration is torturing children in refugee camps, aka concentration camps. No, they’re not death camps where inmates are deliberately exterminated… yet. So, people who hold the Nazi Holocaust against the Jews (and many others, including LGBTQ) as sacred can quit whining that it’s an unfair comparison. These are concentration camps for kids, and they’re worse than prisons. Since Camp Commandant-in-Chief likes to put his shithole name on everything, we could also call them “Trump Camps,” aka #TrumpCamps. Children are being drugged, denied food, beds, soap, diapers and medicine while forced to sleep on concrete with the lights on. They’re being abused and sexually assaulted. All of this is currently being defended in the courts by another evil incoherent blonde Trump lawyer named Sarah Fabian. I don’t particularly *like* most children (come see me when you’re over 18), but the immorality of this situation is shocking. Again, that appears to be the point.

Cruelty is tRump policy.

For this reason and many others, I agree with AOC: The President Needs to be Impeached!

Keeping the Camp Commandant under gag order with a penis pacifier on Jeffrey Vallance Art Trump Puppy Pee Pad. Photo: Bianca

More tRump news: the Orange Menace raped another one: Longtime Elle advice columnist E Jean Carroll in Bergdorf’s dressing room!

Here’s tRump chatting with E. Jean Carroll whom he claims to have never met.

Speaking of which, I spent tRump’s bday (6/15) with his 11th sexual assault victim to come forward, the lovely Jessica Drake. Apparently, his tiny hands were all over her like a TSA agent without her consent on the same weekend he had sex with Stormy Daniels. I show the “11” on my palm in bonobo female solidarity with Jessica’s courage in coming forward despite the Liar-in-Chief denying everything and doing all he can to degrade his accusers.

Showing the 11 on my palm in solidarity with tRump’s 11th sexual assault accuser, Jessica Drake. Photo: Harry Sapien

I’m so embarrassed that tRump’s a Gemini! This is why we keep the Presidunce under gag order with a penis pacifier while in Bonoboville.

Bonoboville Communion Comes Back

To celebrate Pride, as well as surviving the assault of the Mad Moderator of AASECT, Luzer’s return and Sunshine joining our merry crew, we perform our First Communion in our new space!

Breaking out the Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur for our first Bonoboville Communion in the new space. Photo: Harry Sapien

So we break out the salt and Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.

Handsome Hollywood Jake & Beautiful Rica. Photo: Bianca

As if sent by the Heavenly Concierge, our favorite bartender from the old Bonoboville happens to drop in: Handsome Hollywood Jake and, as if his own handsome self isn’t enough, Jake brings along his adorable girlfriend Rica.

Jake pours the Agwa into the ceremonial shot glasses like a pro. It’s too much for Waterboarding Bonobo-Style, but he slurps off the excess, also like a pro.

Rica Sunshine Selfie

Sunshine and I settle in on the tiger rug which is really sheepskin, a gift from a fan; I would never buy animal skins, even if sheep aren’t any more endangered than chickens.

Boobalicious Sunshine and I settle in on the tiger pattern sheepskin rug. Photo: Harry Sapien

Bonoboville Communion is kind of like Catholic Communion, but vive la difference!

Hello Bonobos! Not you, Marky Z! Photo: Harry Sapien

No Facebook Live cameras allowed! Marky Z will turn into a porcupine if he so much as sees what Tumblr so disturbingly calls “a female presenting nipple.”

Sunshine takes Communion from My Altar. Photo: Harry Sapien

First, I play Altar Girl, as Sunshine “prepares the altar” by giving my nipple a nice lick.

From her Gay Pride towel, Betsy eyes Bonoboville Communion hungrily. Photo: Harry Sapien

I look over at Betsy the Dog, hoping she doesn’t get any ideas, then sprinkle on the sacred salt (“the body”), and she slurps that up. Next, she nestles her head between my thighs, and I perform Waterboarding Bonobo-Style on her open mouth. Bonzai!

First Waterboarding, Bonobo Style in the New Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way! Photo: Harry Sapien

Then I take Communion from one of Sunshine’s lovely, large, natural boobs.

I take Communion from Sunshine. Photo: Bianca

“I grew them in high school,” she explains, semi-sarcastically.

PHOTOS: HARRY SAPIEN

Then she waterboards me. Ooh la la!

Sunshine Waterboards Me. Photo: Harry Sapien

I feel like we’ve baptized our new little Love Church of the Bonobo Way: Let the Body Rejoice! Let the Mind be Free! Let the Spirit Soar!

Baptizing the New Bonoboville with Agwa. Photo: Harry Sapien

Amen and AWOMEN.

Show’s Over, Orgasms On

Then before we can say #GoBonobos, the show’s over.

I call Ana, wearing a rainbow pride lei, up “onstage” and we all blow kisses good-bye to all of you.

Ana joins the Summer Solstice Pride Players. Photo: Bianca

 Make like bonobos, not baboons. Make love, not war. Make love to someone you love tonight, even if that someone is YOU. I love you.

Practicing the Bonobo Way every day. Photo: Harry Sapien

I really do. I guess it doesn’t seem that way to some people, especially those that attack me. Then again, maybe they do it, like tRump, because cruelty is their policy. The Mango Mussolini has made cruelty very fashionable these days. Even folks that despise him seem to be getting into it, in their own particular ways.

I admit it; sometimes it’s tough to meet all this hate with love. But I will not surrender to the dark forces that take so many down these days. I will follow the Bonobo Way.

Capt’n Max makes “Dr. Suzy” possible. Photo: Selfie

I don’t know how I’d do it without Capt’n Max. In fact, I know I couldn’t do what I do without him—body, mind and spirit.

After the after-party, we collapse into our paradise of pillows, roll into each other’s arms and give each other healing orgasms that clear our sinuses and our souls, even if just for a few blissful minutes, then drift together “over the rainbow” in continuously ripening love.

Still Jet-Lagged in Love, Pre-Orgasm Selfie.

Happy Sunny Sapiosexual Summer Solstice, Brothers & Sisters!

© June 22, 2019. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length 01:41:25 Date: March 17, 2018

by Dr. Susan Block

Erin Go Bragh! And bragh-less. It’s St. Paddy’s Day, the Bonobo Way, and those naughty lassies or lads who are not wearing green get pinched, stripped, tied up, made to wear gas masks and spanked by lusty leprechauns and sexy Mistresses. With Irish green Agwa, we toast Stormy Daniels for tackling the Trumpus, and Emma Gonzales for chasing the NRA out of American schools like St. Patrick chased the snakes out of Ireland.

St. Paddy’s 2018: Shawn Goth, Metaphysical, Lattisia, Phoenix Dawn, Dr. Suzy, Mariposa, Stormy & tRUMP, Renee as GasMaskGirl, Mia Amore, Ikkor the Wolf. Photo: Jux Lii

Pop question: Why do folks wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? Answer: The Irish believed wearing green acted as camouflage while they traipsed through the verdant forests of the Emerald Isle, making them invisible to leprechauns who, though magical, are kind of nasty. Like mini-Trump pussy-grabbers, they sneak up and nonconsensually pinch anyone they can see; that is, anyone not wearing green.

POTOHOTO 1: MARIO.  PHOTO 2: SELFIE.  PHOTO 3: SLICK RICK

Whether that’s fake news or a Celtic myth, it provides a great excuse to have a lot of fun in Bonoboville.

Honoring Emma Gonzales for Women’s History Month

Supposedly Patrick was a celibate “saint,” though I don’t know if anyone saw his shillelagh (being Irish, if you go by stereotypes, it couldn’t have been gigantic), but it’s pretty certain he was a man. However, it’s still Women’s History Month, so we veer off of St. Pat and his snake for a moment to toast a rather young woman who, though she may or may not know bonobos from bananas, is inspiring much of America in the peace-loving direction of the Bonobo Way.

Emma Gonzales is one of the leading student survivor activists of the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas high school Valentine’s Day Massacre in Parkland, Florida. These “kids you read about in textbooks” are standing up to the NRA, and for American children and teenagers’ right to get an education in a public school that is not a prison or a war zone. Already, they’re getting things done that we, “the adults,” couldn’t or at least didn’t accomplish without them, such as Florida governor Rick Scott signing a sweeping gun safety bill that raised the age for all gun purchases from 18-21, created a three-day waiting period for most firearm purchases and banned bump stocks. Given the NRA’s stronghold on “The Gunshine State,” this is nothing short of amazing.  Beyond that, major American corporations, such as Hertz, Delta and United Airlines, have cut ties with the NRA, thanks to students and their supporters rising up against gun violence throughout this bullet-riddled land.

Bonoboville’s Woman of the Week: Emma Gonzalez

Still, American gun deaths continue to mount. On the day of this show, there was a gun-killing just a few miles away at the sleepy, suburban Thousand Oaks Mall when a middle-aged man fatally shot his ex-wife as she worked in a stationery store.

“Politicians who sit in their gilded House and Senate seats funded by the NRA telling us nothing could have ever been done to prevent this, we call BS,” Emma Gonzales said in her speech at a gun control rally. “They say that tougher gun laws do not decrease gun violence. We call BS. They say a good guy with a gun stops a bad guy with a gun. We call BS. They say guns are just tools like knives and are as dangerous as cars. We call BS. They say that no laws could have been able to prevent the hundreds of senseless tragedies that have occurred. We call BS.”

Emma calls BS!

Go, Emma, go! In a case of the personal being very political, 18-year-old Emma even got Republican pro-NRA Congressional candidate Leslie Gibson to drop out of the race and apologize to her for his infantile, ad hominem attack, calling this brave young survivor a “skinhead lesbian” with nothing to say. That’s called taking your elders to school.

This coming Saturday, March 24th, Emma and the other students will conduct a March for Our Lives on Trump and Washington lawmakers, all whom are in bed with the world’s biggest terrorist organization, the NRA, and the “ammosexuals” whose gun fetish makes America’s murder rate the highest in the developed world. Go students! Some of them aren’t old enough to watch DrSuzy.Tv, but we in Bonoboville support them 200%.

Let Stormy Speak!

Last week, we honored porn star, director and mom, Stormy Daniels, for displaying courage in her fight against the Trumpus over the right to tell her truth about their relationship. Turns out this story has legs—and boobs!—and it’s not going away.

We continue to use an Adult Warehouse Outlet blow-up doll to represent Stormy and a Trump-masked penis pillow with a big green bow tie as the Cheeto-in-Chief.  In our continuing “Stormy Watch,” we note that Trump’s new anti-Stormy attorney is Charles Harder (sounds like he’s the porn star), best known for representing Hulk Hogan in his lawsuit against Gawker, which resulted in its bankruptcy, a case that was bankrolled by billionaire Paypal founder and Facebook board member Peter Thiel.

Trump’s lawyers obtained a restraining order against Stormy’s telling her story, and they are now suing her for $20 million for breaking an agreement that Trump claims to know nothing about (the signature on the agreement is one not-so-mysterious “David Dennison”). They’re also trying to move the case to federal court.  Having tried a case in pro per myself in federal court, I happen to know from personal experience that these cases are a lot less open to the public than other courts, which is precisely Trump’s motivation for moving his Stormy case there. Though a lot of good it does “David Dennison” to keep it “secret” when many of the details are already spilling all over the Internet like splooge from a leaky condom.

“The fact that a sitting president is pursuing over $20M in bogus ‘damages’ against a private citizen, who is only trying to tell the public what really happened, is remarkable. Likely unprecedented in our history,” says Stormy’s sexy, fast-talking lawyer Michael Avenatti. “We are NOT going away and we will NOT be intimidated.”

Our Stormy Daniels blow-up doll has tRUMP gagged with his own Restraining Order. Photo: Author

If I were Trump’s sex therapist (and if I was, I couldn’t tell you), I’d advise him to come clean (or as clean as that Orange Mop of Dirt can come) and admit he “made a mistake.” His diehard fans will not love him any less for it, and his diehard enemies could not hate him anymore. It was consensual sex, so what’s the big deal? The big deal isn’t the sex—though that’s what keeps the public interested in the case—but the cover-up, the hush-money paid just prior to the election and the “obstruction of justice” and truth.

PHOTOS: JUX LII

Even if I were Trump’s sex therapist, he probably wouldn’t take my advice any more than anyone else’s. And so, he lumbers on into a very Stormy situation which could become almost as big and painful an invasion into Trumplandia’s Orange Anus as the Mueller probe. Maybe bigger.

We gag tRUMP with his restraining order as Mariposa gags Lattisia with a bit. Photo: TS Bozeman

Der Trumpkopf actually makes his senior staffers sign NDAs that lasts beyond his presidency, holding them to a hush-or-else penalty of $10 million if they talk, but nobody really knows if they’re enforceable.

Stormy & the Students: Heroes of Our Time

So, these are the heroes of our times: a barely organized bunch of teenagers and a porn star. On the surface, these two human entities seem to have very little in common, but they are both succeeding in taking down the Trumpus (at least a peg or two) where many others have failed.

Why? Both the Parkland students and Stormy Daniels are not coopted by the hypocrisy of the system. In short, they are shameless and blameless. Trump trumps politicians and other mainstream adults by shifting the blame and casting shame on them, often through Twitter, but how do you shame the shameless or blame the blameless?

The students have no shame because they are young, and though they are astonishingly smart, they hold virtually no social or political responsibilities, as our society sees it. Therefore, they have nothing to feel ashamed of, and they certainly aren’t to blame for social problems like gun violence. They’ve also just lived through an extremely traumatic experience, and their intense shock (though they’d gone through many shooting drills, there’s nothing like the real thing) and justifiable outrage is simply trumping what little personal shame they might harbor. Some of them happen to be theater students so, grievous as all of this is, they are relishing their moments in the spotlight and happy to get into the kitchen and take the heat.

As for Stormy, well, porn stars learn early on that they’d better have thick skins if they’re going to survive in the adult industry. Thus, you can’t really slut-shame a good, experienced porn star. She’s been there and done that, with a double-anal.

Stormy certainly is a good, successful porn star, as well as an award-winning director. You could even say she’s a role model to young ladies going into the adult industry—letting them know that it’s tough, and you’ll be called every name in the book, but if you’ve got what it takes, you can succeed, just like in any other Hollywood-ish career.  She’s also got “the look,” the golden-haired, tall, slim, long-legged, big-breasted, “all-American” Aryan splendor that spellbound the Donald on that golf course in Lake Tahoe—the same “look” as his favorite beauty pageant contestants and his own sweet, surgically-enhanced daughter Ivanka. But it’s Stormy’s shameless, blameless attitude that really spells the difference between blondes.

Call Ivanka a “slut,” and you’re sure to make her cringe and maybe even try to sue you for defamation. Call Stormy a “slut,” and she exults that she’s succeeded at her calling. Then her liberated, bonoboesque mind comes up with a playful retort that grinds your arrogance into abject embarassment and often even makes you delete your stupid, slut-shaming tweet.

Stormy at Work

Which brings me to something else that Stormy and the students have in common. They are both masters of modern media, and they can beat Adolf Twittler at his own game. The students were born into the World Wide Web and suckled on social media; they know how to use it like riding a bicycle and their speeches and interviews “go viral” regularly.

Stormy sticks to Twitter, and it’s there that she shows her ability to smackdown all comers and wankers, whether for their stupidity, sex-negativity or bad grammar. Porn stars like Stormy love Twitter, where censorship is lax compared to Facebook and Instagram, and they know it like they know how to put on mascara or give an award-winning blow-job. So, Lord Emperor Nit-Twit has met his match.

Thus, in these trying times on the edge of the gun-mad Trumpocalypse of my own benighted generation’s making, I put my hopes in the youth of America and in the porn stars that shine above.

Metaphysical Romance

With the show underway, I introduce my assistants Phoenix Dawn, looking like an Irish fairy princess in an emerald tutu, and Mia Amore, sultry in a sparkling jade top and my jingly lime belly dancing skirt.

PHOTO 1: RICK SLICK.  PHOTO 2: TS BOZEMAN.  PHOTOS 3 & 4: JUX LII

Then I welcome my delightful guests on this eco-green St. Paddy’s Day night in Bonoboville. First around the Womb Room is Shawn Goth, Pure Romance consultant and cannabis advocate, looking sweet in a pleated skirt and sea foam sweater. When I ask Shawn what she recommends for “romance” on St. Paddy’s night, she talks about the difference between dildos and vibrators. I’d meant romance between two humans, but in these times of increasing alienation, it’s not surprising that a “romance consultant” would be working to create romance between a girl and her sex toy, or maybe a couple and their battery-operated “third.”

PHOTOS 1-3: JUX LII. PHOTO 4: SLICK RICK

As Shawn sees it, dominant people prefer dildos, being more easily controlled by the dildo user, and submissive or passive folks generally like vibrators, which tend to control the user with their strong vibrations. Makes sense, in a way, though lots of people like both.

Metaphysical Limericks for St. Paddy’s Day, the Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

Next to Shawn is Metaphysical, an affable, cosmic rapper in a bright Kelly green pull-over; no leprechaun’s going to pinch this guy.

PHOTOS; JUX LII

It also gives him a “cheerleader” look as he cheers on the action. His ode to cannabis, “Hempster Riddle,” and “32 Degrees in the Desert,” a meditative metaphor for the struggles of love, aren’t exactly Irish limericks, but they do get the Womb Room up and dancing, as well as doing other kinky stuff…

With Gasmaskgirls, it’s a Gas, Gas, Gas!

On the other side of the Womb Room are the sexy, kinky, giggly and naughty GasMaskGirls.

PHOTOS 1-4: JUX LII.  PHOTOS 2 & 3: SLICK RICK

We just love GasMaskGirl ever since their first visit to Bonoboville and their second. The girls themselves have been different every time, and so are the guys, for that matter. This time, Mario accompanies the ladies, instead of Manny. They’re also down from three or four actual gas masks to just one. But on this show, the ladies themselves, Mistress Mariposa, the dominant one, and Latina Lattisia of Tijuana, the submissive one, are the liveliest and most fun GasMaskGirls yet.

Leprechauns of Bonoboville pinch Mariposa for not wearing green. Photo: Jux Lii

Deliberately not wearing green on St. Paddy’s Day, knowing they will get pinched (and much more!), luscious Mariposa and Lattisia are decked out in teeny pink and orange bikinis and transparent vinyl raincoats.

St. Paddy’s Paddling in Bonoboville with GasMaskGirl. Photo: Jux Lii

Mariposa mostly dominates Lattisia who loves showing off her curvy body in a hot pink teddy that’s really just a ribbon that barely wraps her up and certainly doesn’t cover her shaved vulva. Though occasionally, Ms. M licks Letti’s bare toes. Foot play, butt play, it’s all fair play between this kinky twosome.

Renee, their den mother/manager, mostly just sits and smiles. When we ask, she dons the gas mask, though you can tell she prefers not to.  It’s hot and rubbery in there!

Lattisia is GasMaskGirl. Behind her: Metaphysical and Renee. Photo: Jux Lii

Which is why Lattisia only wears the gas mask when Mariposa makes her wear it.

These gas masks are a reminder that we, under Trump, his gutted EPA and the greedy corporatocracy, are now in the process of killing off all that is good, green and keeping us breathing easily on this Earth.

If the guns don’t get us, the gases will…

So the Gasmaskgirls are here to remind us of humanity’s imminent oxygen-depleted doom, as well as, ironically, distract us from with their rubbery lucky charms and jiggling curves.

St. Paddy’s Communion with Agwa

What better St. Paddy’s Day baptism for two good Latina Catholic girls than Bonoboville Communion with the delectable spirit of Irish-owned, emerald green Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur?

Lattisia begs to take Communion from Mariposa. Photo: TS Bozeman

The St. Patrick’s Day practice of heartily imbibing adult beverages goes back to the old saint himself who is said to have liked “the hard stuff.” Not only did he convert the pagan Irish to Christianity; he also converted a stingy innkeeper into being a generous one who filled his patrons’ cups to overflowing.

Alcohol, like marijuana, is one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Not that sex was on the celibate St. Patrick’s mind, but drinking or smoking may make you want to have sex with someone you might not even like while sober. These are powerful, libido-altering substances.

So, smoke and drink up, and sláinte! Though try not to mistake the leprechauns of liquor or cannabis for the angels of true love. And please do not imbibe and drive…

Waterboarding GasMaskGirl Lattisia. Photo: Slick Rick

We certainly smoke and drink up on this merry St. Paddy’s Day in Bonoboville with the Gasmaskgirl Communion and Waterboarding, the Bonobo Way. When Lattisia takes Communion, Mariposa requires that she get down on her knees and beg for it.

Each of the girls “gets lei’ed” with an Irish green lei, which doesn’t make them immune from pinching leprechauns, but looks especially festive with their transparent raincoats.

Mia Amore is GasMaskGirl. Photo: Jux Lii

When I ask for volunteers to be a true GasMaskGirl Altar Girl (that is, wearing a gasmask), Mia steps up to the bed, gamely dons the heavy purple rubber mask and drops her glitter green top for Mistress Mariposa to take Communion.

PHOTO 1: TS Bozeman.  PHOTOS 2-5: JUX LII

Anybody with a Gas Mask fetish is creaming their rubber panties at this point.

PHOTOS: JUX LII

Phoenix takes it a step further—and a few degrees hotter—putting on the gas mask, and letting Madame Butterfly tie her up with bright pink rope and handcuff her while I wrestle (or was last week?) with her corset.

St. Paddy’s Day in Bonoboville on the Edge of the Trumpocalypse. Photo: Jux Lii

Wow, there’s something alien-like about a gasmaskgirl in a green tutu.

At this point, Lattisia is wearing a gag. She appears to enjoy playing “horsey” and this is her bit.

Doesn’t Lattisia make a cute horsey? APhoto: TS Bozeman

In the midst of this enchanted madness, everybody dances as Ikkor the Wolf hiphops through “She Bad,” first in his Green Cross shirt, then baring his jade Fruit of the Looms for all the beefcake lovers out there.

PHOTOS: JUX LII

The GasMaskGirls are certainly good at being bad, sexy, fun-loving sprites—and very pinchable!

Ikkor raps “She Bad” with GasMaskGirl on St. Paddy’s Day, the Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

Stephen Hawking, Strippers and Max

Speaking of fun girls, we say farewell to the great Stephen Hawking who passed into the next dimension this week. What do fun girls and physics have in common? Quite a lot actually, and according to several reports, Stephen Hawking really liked going to strip clubs which, when you think about it, is the perfect erotic venue for a guy who can’t move.

RIP Stephen Hawking. He love the physics of striptease.

There are many reasons this great man above men is being eulogized, and many have spoken about his known accomplishments in physics and cosmology far better than I could. I just want to add that Stephen Hawking was the coolest, not just for being the first scientist to set out a theory of cosmology explained by a union of the general theory of relativity and quantum mechanics, but also because he liked and, more important, admitted to liking strippers.

PHOTOS: SELFIES

And so, we wind up the show but keep the green going and the adult libations flowing St. Paddy’s-style at the Speakeasy bar.

Then it’s time to say, “Tá grá agam duit,” and fall into the arms of my lucky charm, Capt’n Max.

Kiss Me, I’m Irish. Selfie

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers-Jeff Lopez, Gideon Grayson; Photographers – Slick Rick, Ty Bozeman, Jux Lii;  On-Campus Bonobos – Phoenix Dawn, Miss Mia Amore, Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Gideon Grayson, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.

St Paddy’s Free the Nipple! Photo: Jux Lii

© March 17, ,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.

It’s a New Year, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, a socially sanctified turning point in calendrical time with stirring possibilities that shimmer like GloFish in a pool of fresh clean water, awaiting my dive down into a future so bright that all you can see is my “Happy Nude Rear.”

So, why do I feel like I’m being marched, blindfolded, starved, half-naked (and not in a “happy nude” way) and shackled to fellow hapless humans—like the poor Gazan “POWs” I see on my news feeds—goosed by Israeli Tavor X-95 rifles, or maybe shot, beaten, blown up by American-made bombs, exterminated by AI (Artificial Ignorance), or *just* mocked and dehumanized as we’re all shoved through a trapdoor into 2024?

Also, there’s almost no fresh clean water, and what there is costs $14.95 a cup.

Read “Go Bonobos in 2024 on Counterpunch

With such bleak nightmares and much worse – actually happening now in real time in Gaza right before the eyes of the world – set against the annual wet dream of a brand-new run around the sun, I resolve to #GoBonobos in 2024.

Bonobos (just in case you don’t know) are the “Make Love Not War” chimpanzees who swing through the trees as well as with each other. They’re also humanity’s closest genetic cousins, but unlike us, they honor love over hate and lust over greed, practicing what I call “The Bonobo Way,” an uncanny but very real path of peace. That is, bonobos (pan paniscus) are the only great apes who have never been seen killing each other in the wild or captivity.

How do they do it? Bonobos make peace through pleasure (including but not limited to sexual pleasure), with a generous helping of female empowerment (females rule Bonoboville), male nurturing (take care of our dudes!), ecosexual intelligence (save our planet!), a strong sense of connection (community is key) and sharing resources (sharing is caring).

Sound good? It is good.

Indeed, now more than ever, we the peoples of the world need to “make like bonobos, not baboons.”

You may have heard me say it before, but I’m saying it more for 2024. Yes, it’s a new year, but it’s my same old new year’s resolution as 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016 and 2015. This makes 2024, aka MMXXIV (imperial Roman drum roll, please) … the 10th Great Year of the Bonobo! Woohoo!

But why, you may wonder, after a decade of resolving to go bonobos, aren’t we there yet? I’d like to say that we’re *almost there.*  However, in so many disturbing ways, 2023 drove us farther off the path of peace through pleasure than ever.

First, going by the mass murder and mayhem count—in wars abroad and at home—humans appear to be going more bananas than bonobos.

Second, going by the demonization of any expression of sexual pleasure even slightly outside the theocratically blessed, baby-making “norm,” we are being force-fed the most unbonobo bananas ever grown since United Fruit colonized Central America.

Indeed, looking over last year’s resolution to “go bonobos,” I am vexed to see I successfully foretold that this past year (2023) would be “worse, much worse” in many ways than the year before. This was not exactly a unique crystal ball prediction, but sadly, it came all too true.

Annihilation was in the air, on the ground and at sea all through 2023.

Many were annihilated by bombs, AR-15s, knives, chemicals and the occasional bulldozer. Tens of thousands of Ukrainians were killed in their grinding war with Russian, using American munitions, including cluster bombs, though now “quietly shifting” from counteroffensive to a more “defensive posture.” Whole families in Gaza were annihilated by Israel’s ferocious bombardments in 2023, also with American bombs, as the U.S. even blocked a U.N. Security Council Ceasefire Resolution. More wars raged (and still rage) in Myanmar, Syria, Iraq, Yemen, the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), Ethiopia, Somalia and other African countries. Sorry if I’ve left out some; there are so many fighting and dying in these ongoing cycles of perma war around the world, it’s tough to keep track.

I call it “perma war” because it’s like perma press, only instead of pants that don’t crease, it’s wars that won’t end.

Additionally, there were (and still are) our ongoing *wars* at home. Though the all-around crime rate in American cities went down in 2023 (woohoo!), murders and mass murders committed by ammosexual incels, PTSD-traumatized veterans, social media-crazed misfits, lonely human apes and our more and more militarized sadistic police continued to kill us at home.

Will all this killing get worse in 2024, or will we finally “study war no more”? Probably the former, but at least we could have a real ceasefire in Palestine… couldn’t we?

Apparently not yet, as of this writing. The Zionist bombing, slaughtering, mass executions, displacement of Palestinian people in Gaza and the West Bank, and even the “accidental” murder of Israeli hostages trying to surrender, in the face of massive protests around the world, has been especially harrowing and utterly unconscionable in the last quarter of 2023, now bleeding into 2024.

What is wrong with us humans? Baboons are better behaved.

Of course, it’s not all of us humans. Some of us were in the streets rallying for peace and justice in humongous demonstrations, and others were on our devices, agitating to stop the war(s) all through 2023 with no sign of letting up in 2024. Special kudos to our friends Abby Martin, Robbie Martin, Mike Prysner and Counterpunch colleagues for advocating ceasefire and a free Palestine online and on the street.

Props also to Soma Snakeoil, the Damianos and my husband Max’s former partner Veronica Vera for their sex-positive activism on the web and in the public squares of so-called civilization. For more Make-Love-Not-War heroes, winners (and a few choice losers) of this past year, check out the 12th annual SUZY Awards 2023.

For the 12th year, “Best Journalist” goes to Julian Assange, still locked up in Belmarsh Prison for daring to publish the American War Machine-humiliating truth about perma war and its inevitable, insidious, Collateral Murder.

So, who is it that that has such a hard-on for war instead of love? The warmongers, of course, our distinguished world leaders, the alpha males and elite females of the Capitalocene, the scheming war profiteers, the narcissistic presidents, the paranoid billionaires, the corrupt politicians and their slimy sons-in-law, the oil barons and their ladder-climbing, apple-polishing, support personnel.

While most of us are rightly repulsed by the horrors we see in our news feeds, for these folks *at the top,* war porn is better than Viagra; it makes both their penises and portfolios rise, especially when the contested region is sitting on top of desirable, natural resources. Or is it just a *coincidence* that huge oil and natural gas reserves were recently discovered off the Gaza coast?

Many American leaders of both major parties are even agitating for war with China. While the Chinese say (in a Bonobo Way), “planet Earth is big enough for the two countries [the U.S. and China] to succeed,” the U.S. Army prefers to compete, commissioning the Rand Corporation to “think the unthinkable” and imagine “War with China.” What’s next – doing the undoable and inciting World War III in the China Sea?

At least, the worst war criminal of the latter half of the 20th century, Henry Kissinger,  finally left us in 2023. This real-life Dr. Strangelove famously opined, “Power is the greatest aphrodisiac.” That hasn’t been my experience personally, nor as a sex therapist who hears about a lot of people’s turn-ons. If it were true, most of Harvey Weinstein’s accusers might not have accused him.

Power is more of an intoxicant than an aphrodisiac; some world leaders seem to be so intoxicated by power – and the fear of losing it – they don’t seem to give a damn about the people their policies are killing; if they do, only their therapists, sex workers and bartenders know.

Of course, anything can be deemed an aphrodisiac, if you profess faith in it, as the faith-professing, district-swinging Congresswoman Lauren Boebert proved when the notoriously unerotic Beetlejuice made her so hot “Miss Ammosexual” had to cool off her hand on her date’s crotch.

Well, our faith leaders do “mess up” sexually; they’re only human apes! However, for the rest of us, sex had better be under control, preferably harnessed into a capitalist project, like breeding workers to exploit. Otherwise, our leaders would rather we not spend too much time on sex, especially if it’s recreational, not procreational. They want us out of bed and on to work, maybe with a fast-food break before online shopping.

Among bonobos, lust trumps greed, and recreational sex is far from just profligate fun; it’s key to keeping the peace. Bonobos engage in a lot more outercourse than intercourse, including erotic, affectionate touch, massage, tickling and cuddling that diffuses violent tension and keeps everybody calm. Could something like that work for humans? Doesn’t it already?

One promising rather bonoboësque sex trend for 2024, especially among Generation Z’ers, is “shallowing.” Somewhere between intercourse and outercourse, “shallowing” involves stimulating the outside of the genitalia without going inside, and is more likely to bring a female to orgasm before a male partner – usually a good thing – and less likely to cause an accidental pregnancy – also usually a good thing… though not according to the religio-fascist misogynists in power who want women to breed more exploitable labor.

All the major monotheistic, aka Judeo-Christian-Islamic, religions and some of the polytheistic ones condemn most recreational sex. Even though our 8 billion+ human population is straining earth’s resources to the brink, our religious leaders exhort us to “be fruitful and multiply.”

Despite all the preaching in American (and Israeli) halls of government that are supposed to separate Church from State, another way that humanity is generally “going bonobos” in 2022, 2023 and probably 2024 too is that we are becoming less and less religious.

You wouldn’t know that based on our leaders—from the Bush and Trump-appointed rightwing of the U.S. Supreme Court to Christofascist House Speaker Mike Johnson to increasingly prayerful Russian Orthodox Premier Vladimir Putin to Bible-citing Zionist Genocidaire Benjamin Netanyahu (whom Max calls “Benny Net Nut”)—who are trying like hell to impose their notions of an authoritarian heaven above the rest of us, pushing us to channel our natural sexual libidos into making babies, consuming products and fighting their perma wars.

On top of annihilating Palestinians in the name of “Amalek” (an obscure Biblical foe), Net Nut is actually doing more to foment a resurgence of anti-Semitism around the world than anyone or anything since the Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Thank Goddess for Jewish Voice for Peace, though our voices can’t mask the sound of Benny Net Nut’s bombs.

In 2023 alone, Israel’s and America’s attempt at *normalization* of the horrific, “apocalyptic” slaughtering of doctors, journalists, poets, children, babies and other civilians has forever damaged the entire world’s mental health in unfathomable ways. We watch videos of death like clips from a disaster movie, except this suffering is real.

Ironically, despite Israel’s ferocious attempts at humiliating Palestinians on the ground and in social media, the Zionists are the ones being humiliated as they expose their own brute cruelty (Hamas’ terrible violence on October 7th is no excuse for Israel’s far-worse carnage), ineptitude (many Israeli civilians murdered on October 7th appear to have been accidentally killed by the IDF) and inability to firmly defeat the plucky Palestinians who show their courage and ingenuity every day.

So much for annihilation from the air and on the ground. As for annihilation “at sea,” how about those polar ice cap melts and coral reef die-offs? These calamities might not be so immediately lethal nor the photos so nauseating as war, but having rapidly deteriorated in 2023 (the hottest year ever recorded!), they are poised to annihilate millions of life forms (including human) in 2024.

Looks like my Happy Nude Year 2024 dream of diving into a fresh clean pool is less likely than oceans flooding the vulnerable parts of coastal cities like Miami, Bangkok, Mumbai and New York City with toxic sewage.

That’s not sexy.

Plus, land (over 2 billion tons of refuse per year) and air (over 40 billion tons of CO2 emissions, up 1% from 2022-2023), continue apace.

Many of the same war criminals, billionaires, their corrupt corporations and sycophantic support systems that brought us these wars kept the ecocide raging through 2023, with no sign of letting up in 2024. It’s all related; the world’s worst polluter is the U.S. military, including its noxious subsidiaries in Ukraine, Israel and Saudi Arabia.

Neither of the two absurdly unappealing geriatric frontrunners of America’s political duopoly running for U.S. President in 2024 – “Genocide Joe” supporting Israel’s war crimes, nor smelly narcissistic fascist “Diaper Don,” aka “Adolph Trump,” under four indictments, whose campaign is as much about staying out of prison and getting revenge on his enemies as his Israeli counterpart –  are likely to improve this sad state of our environment.

Bonobos may not have degrees in environmental science, but they know how to live – and enjoy life – sustainably. Could we do that too? Of course, we could, as humans did for tens of thousands of years before the advent of so-called civilization, but do we have the will to try?

There was also much digital annihilation in 2023. A kinder, gentler term is “deactivation,” or social media account termination, aka internet extermination, as well as the less drastic but still harmful demonetization. Of course, lack of communication isn’t physical annihilation, but they are connected.

Attempts to ban books in 2023 outpaced 2022 by 20%. The Kinsey Institute was defunded. The firing of University of Wisconsin-LaCrosse Chancellor Joe Gow for making erotic videos with his wife Carmen Wilson capped off 2023. More heads rolled like bowling balls knocking down pins of Free Speech at universities, media outlets, government offices and corporations of all kinds on a wave of “New McCarthyism” that wrongly conflates anti-Zionism (being against Israel’s apartheid policies and its bombing of innocents) with anti-Semitism (discriminating against Jewish people), the charge often made by truly anti-Semitic Christian Zionists who yearn for Jewish control of the land of Israel so Jesus can return… at which point all the Jews will be annihilated in Armageddon. Do Israelis know this about their staunchest supporters? Do they care?

Social media censorship increased across the board in the last year, whether you’re offering information on Palestine or misinformation (or is that disinformation?) on medicine, so-called *hate speech* or sex – especially sex-positivity, as opposed to sex negative stories and salacious scandals à la Epstein, which were, if anything, magnified in 2023.  

On a personal level, my own sex-positive, pro-Palestine accounts on YouTube, Facebook and Instagram were censored and deactivated in 2023, when their out-of-control AI – so-called “artificial intelligence” (which might as well be short for “algorithmic ignorance,” considering how it randomly censors some while allowing others with similar content) shut me down for no given reason, effectively isolating me from my communities on platforms I’d been on for 15 years, throwing me for a loop and into a funk that was only partly alleviated by knowing I was not alone.

Indeed, I had plenty of company—including some very fine, celebrated company—though that actually hurt more than helped me. Misery doesn’t love company when not only are you deactivated from sprawling social media monopolies, but so are some of your favorite news sources, podcasts, commentators, friends and family.

This tsunami of ignorant social media censorship, much of it due to taking screening duties away from real human beings and dumping them on AI is overwhelming, and most people can’t or just don’t bother to fight back.

I am fighting back; I am taking Mark Zuckerberg and META to arbitration in 2024. The odds are against me winning, but I will shame Zuck for his totally cucked and bogus system of deciding who shall live and who shall die in his Metaverse monopoly game.

Social media activation literally “grooms” users to depend on a particular platform for various emotional, interactive, informational and, of course, social needs. Coupled with deactivation, it is a prime source of the loneliness and isolation epidemic afflicting so many of us in 2023 and looking to expand and intensify in 2024.

Social isolation is also one of the biggest sexual problems of our times. Not that you’d know that by perusing the popular Sex Trends for 2024, which present humanity’s erotic future in terms of various apps, high-tech toys, customized fitness routines, pleasure mapping, mental health support algorithms and AI systems for Holistic Sexual Wellness (whatever that is).  I love sex toys, and what’s not to like about “wellness”? But it sounds like our personal sexual pleasures and relationships will not be healed, so much as more subjected to the whims of Algorithmic Ignorance in 2024.

It’s not all bad. One Generation Z sex trend that’s very bonoboësque involves the rather polyamorous pursuit of finding love in “throuples,” as opposed to just couples. Too bad the ChatGPT that provided that info responded to further questions about 2024 sex trends with “as an AI language model, I adhere to a set of ethical guidelines that prevent me from engaging in explicit or adult-oriented discussions.”

Ain’t digital censorship grand?

Between the daily mental onslaught of war and the repressive censorship of sex, Max and I needed our own “humanitarian pause.” So, when Friends of Bonobos (the outreach arm of Lola ya Bonobo) invited us on a backstage bonobo tour of the San Diego Zoo, we jumped up and hooted like bonobos at the chance for what I was already (rather fancifully) calling a “Bonobo Peace Summit.”

Guided by veteran primate specialist Kimba Livingston, we were treated to “inside” views of some of our closest great ape cousins: the orangutans, gorillas and, saving what I consider the best for last, the bonobos.

Due to new fences and barriers, this visit was nowhere near as intimate as my close encounter with bonobo Lana back in 2004, or with bonobo Lisa in 2016. Nevertheless, observing these expert peacemakers in action solidified my belief that peace is the way, in Palestine, Ukraine, Europe, Asia, America, Africa and everywhere we human apes reside.

Pleasure is the key to bonobo peace. During our brief visit, we saw clearly how bonobos share pleasures as a form of conflict resolution to defuse their competitive tensions and curtail fighting over food.

Not that we should make Benny “Net Nut” Netanyahu have sex with Hamas leader Ismail Haniyeh. On second thought, that wouldn’t be the worst idea, certainly better than dropping bombs.

It’s not surprising that bonobos cooperate and make peace within their own communities, as other great apes do; bonobos and common chimpanzees can even recognize old friends and family after over 25 years. However, unlike common chimps who tend to mistrust outsiders, bonobos also get along harmoniously with outside groups – sometimes even preferring to share food, sex and intimacy with strangers more than with old friends. In a recent student published in Science, primatologists Liran Samuni and Martin Surbeck found that bonobos practice “tolerance… and cooperation between unrelated individuals across groups without immediate payoff.”

Humans are the only other great apes who demonstrate this ability to get along with outsiders, though it seems we are forgetting how to do that these days – when we need it most. Or maybe it’s just that our leaders discourage this sort of bonoboësque tolerance and cooperation, preferring to capitalize on our isolation, alienation and animosity towards outsiders.

We need to go bonobos!

Since the zoo’s new barriers prevented me from getting close this trip, my most exciting bonobo encounter involved playing catch, of all things. Due to my astigmatism and general lack of athletic prowess in everything but sex and bridge-climbing, I am usually a lousy pitcher; but when Kimba suggested I throw a walnut to Lisa, the alpha female bonobo, I figured I’d give it a toss. Kimba herself wasn’t exactly Pedro Martinez, and the bonobos were missing her pitches.  So, I took a deep breath, stepped back, lobbed the nut, and lo and behold, my old friend Lisa stretched out her big bony bonobo hand and caught it! Then I did it again, and it landed in her palm, then bounced out, but she caught it on the rebound—and I could swear she winked at me whilst devouring her crunchy prize.

Here’s another one of my crazy dreams for going bonobos in 2024: Instead of bombing and shooting, the Israelis and Palestinians – or even the Zionists and Hamas – could play softball or soccer, football or whatever they want to play, as long as it’s play. Didn’t the opposing sides do that during World War I? They called it the Christmas Truce (and it might even have ended that Great War, if it weren’t for our leaders pushing for their profits).

Maybe they could also have a little sex. It goes with the territory of friendliness for apes like us. Mix up those genes! Yes, it’s a crazy idea, but less crazy than massacring hundreds of your fellow human apes every day. Besides, other than being soul-crushingly unethical, militarism simply doesn’t work. It didn’t work for the U.S. in Vietnam, Afghanistan or Iraq, and it’s not working for the U.S./Israel alliance now.

I’m also dreaming of King Solomon, the most bonoboësque of Biblical Hebrew kings, who schtupped for peace – literally. Besides his special friendship with the Queen of Sheba, Solomon had 1000 wives and concubines from different tribes and nations, helping him to establish peaceful, diplomatic ties with all their native lands. All that sex may have made him smarter than the average monarch, as he was considered the wisest of Hebrew kings.

When Israel’s leaders start quoting Solomon’s erotic Song of Songs instead of that damned Amalek, we’ll know they’re starting to go bonobos.  

In the meantime, as supposed “friends” of Israel, we Americans ought to stop sending them bombs. Just as friends don’t let friends drive drunk, nations shouldn’t let their allies commit genocide. No matter how enticingly that natural gas off the Gaza coast beckons, it’s not worth the death and destruction… not to mention the inevitable blowback.

So, let’s go bonobos in 2024!  That’s my resolution anyway, and the resolution—as well as The RƎVO˩ution—starts with me… and you. Since you’re reading this new year’s plea for bonobo awareness (possibly for the 10th time, in which case, my apologies for the inevitable repetition, though I try to make it different each year), I hope you’ll join me in helping save the highly endangered bonobos from imminent extinction.

If there’s any hope for us humans going bonobos—even if our chances are slimmer than a blade of rainforest grass—we must do all we can to keep the real bonobos alive and thriving in their native habitat of the Congolese Rainforest, as well as in sanctuaries and even in zoos.

• Lola ya Bonobo (Bonobo Paradise) is a bonobo “refugee” sanctuary outside Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Founded by the heroic Claudine André, Lola rescues “orphans” of the devastating “bushmeat” trade, cares for these little refugees like “family” and eventually releases them back into the wild. Donations are administered by Friends of Bonobos, including our amazing friends, Vanessa Woods and Brian Hare, authors of Survival of the Friendliest, as well as administrators Ashley Stone and Amanda Kuttner, all of whom tirelessly help Lola to keep studying and saving bonobos.
• The Bonobo Conservation Initiative (BCI), founded by another great friend, Sally Coxe, is continuing to develop a Bonobo Peace Forest, providing much-needed food, medical care, school supplies and jobs to indigenous villagers who live close to the bonobos in the Congolese Rainforest, and who protect their precious and vulnerable wild populations from the ruthless, desperate or just uninformed poachers who shoot them for bushmeat. BCI saves many bonobos, often giving the orphans to Lola ya Bonobo.

Thus, in 2024, for the freaking 10th time, I resolve to do whatever I can to help save the bonobos, as well as release my inner bonobo and help others to release theirs, putting lust before greed and love before hate, and to reach out to the scary but erotic stranger, like the bonobos do, and I hope you find ways to do it too.

Make Kink Not War!

Be Bonobo: Save the Humans.

It’s getting tougher by the algorithm, but let’s try to be free, peaceful, ecosexual and more in 2024.

Amen. AWOMEN. Happy Nude Rear, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners! #GoBonobos in 2024!

© January 1, 2024. 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 information, call 626-461-5950.

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Speakeasy Family Hanukkah-Xmas Eve. Photo: L’Erotique

Length: 97:47 minutes        Date: 12/24/2011

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No A-list porn stars, best-selling authors or champion wrestlers on this one. No, for Xmas Eve & the 5th night of Hanukkah, we make it a “Family Show.”  But when I say “family,” I don’t mean Focus on the Family (and I doubt they would approve); I mean our very own Speakeasy den of denizens, artists and multi-talented resident perverts—the Bonobo Gang.  From high-stakes Hanukkah candle-racing to a Nativity scene presented with Divine Interventions dildos and a Baby Jesus butt plug, we honor the winter holiday traditions in our own heart-warmingly debauched way.

I dress up as Dr. Suzy Claus in red bikini trimmed with white faux fur and a matching micro-mini garter skirt from Adult Play Parlor, and Tasia is my feral reindeer pulling in a bag of sex toys, also from Adult Play Parlor, with something for everyone in the Speakeasy family, almost all of whom are wearing Santa hats, like a platoon of depraved elves.

After some impressively naughty Agwa salt licking and a fascinating lesson in the Saturnalian sexual history of Xmas–did you know that Santa Claus represents the penis coming down the chimney (which is the vagina)?–the show explodes in a beautiful Hitachi-propelled Orgasm for Peace on Earth, Pleasure for All.  Amen…and Awomen!

Meet Dr. Suzy Claus’ Elves:

Helen:  General manager of the Dr. Susan Block Institute, she is this Hanukkah’s reigning queen of candle racing, having won three times in a row, as well as the Chinese side of the double Asian nipple suck-off.

Jonni Lynch: Newbie Jewbie porn star last seen on RadioSUZY1 on our Halloween Skydiving Sex show,  Jonni reminisces about her childhood Hanukkah experiences being limited to a broken electric menorah and gets the cutest little mini-Hitachi from  Adult Play Parlor, before breaking her boobs out for the double Asian Agwa salt nipple suck-off.

Tasia Sutor: Our effervescent show producer first appears as a kinky reindeer with red antlers and an Adult Play Parlor butt plug “tail” wagging behind her. Then she transforms herself into the sexiest snowflake on crystal clear stripper shoes and gives me the most adorable “Happy Dradle Day” card, addressed to “My Saviour: Dr. Susan Block” and “Dr. Suzy Jewzy” with a handmade pop-up drawing of me in lingerie and hat being crucified to a very large cock.

Jonny Napalm:  Recurring RadioSUZY1 volunteer, Jonny may not be able to wrap a Santa hat around his Mohawk, but he has no qualms about unwrapping his proud member for an Agwa salt lick.

Ivy Thornton:  Our social media manager, dressed in a delectable black number, accented nicely with the two ivory towers atop her chest, provides the grand finale to the show with her own Hitachi-ignited XXXmas Eve climaxxx.

Nori Carter:  Our show technical director, IT, webmaster, bartender and so much more, Nori may lose the Hanukkah candle race, but he gets crowned winner of the double Asian Agwa salt nipple suck-off.  So there.

Justine Middleton:  Our lovely editorial assistant hides behind her laptop for most of this fine family program, but sneaks out momentarily to slobber salt onto Jonni Lynch’s arm, and show off some sweet little XXXmas ruffled anklets and heels, then rocks out with the hula-hoop in the post-show.

Lisa: Special Speakeasy friend and former resident manager here, Lisa loves her Adult Play Parlor “Buddy” vibe.

Callers:

Robert McQueen from Kansas City wonders if I’ll ever do a nude shoot for Playboy. And we wonder if he’ll be getting us a Cadillac for XXXmas.

Kent and Chi:  Winter Solstice Orgasms for Peace activists, this couple traces the historic sexual, Saturnalian roots of Christmas.  Did you know the Xmas tree is a phallic symbol, and the gifts around the tree represent drops of semen?  Think about that next time you’re trimming your fir.

Weapons of Mass Discussion:

Family Show, Speakeasy Family, XXXmas, Hanukkah, Kinky Kwanza, Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Family of Wonderful Perverts, Even Porn Stars Have Families, 99 cent Store Holiday Spirit, Holiday Sex is a Mitzvah (Good Deed), Sex with God, Holiday Sex Storytelling, Saying “Family” Sounds like a Cult, We Respect all Offenses, The Great Emotion Around Hanukkah Candle Races, Santa only Visits the 1% who Have Chimneys, Phallic Santa Entering Chimney like a Vagina, Blow Jobs for Jesus, Xmas Tree as Giant Penis Exploding with Lights and Gifts Around It Representing Semen, Santa is a Big Fat Dick, Bonobos

Performance Erotica:

Hanukkah Candle Racing,  Betting Gelt on Longest Lasting Candle, Nativity Scene with Divine Interventions Dildos, Baby Jesus Butt Plug, Virgin Mary Dildo, Death Dildo, Buddha Dildo, Bautista Doll, Mary’s Booty Doubles as Balls, Antiseptic Fashions, Stockroom Speculum, Boobs Out, Sexy Socklets, Agwa Cult Koolaid-Drinking, Cute Agwa Salt Nose Licking, Licking Salt off the Back, Giggling, Boob Sucking, Floral Holiday Nipple Clamps, Reindeer Nipple Shots, Moving Targets, Cock Sucking at the Family Christmas Eve, Arm Slobber, Taking the Tits out, Duel Asian Boob Shot, Christmas Carols, Adult Play Product Pushing, New Squirting Realistic Cock from Adult Play Parlor, Anal Lube for Jonny, Ivy Sucking Cherries, Tasia as Reindeer with Red Antlers, Gag & Butt Plug Tail Pulling a Sleighful of Toys from Adult Play Parlor, Tasia as Human Snowflake in Stripper Shoes, Booty Popping, Lisa with Power Button, Squirting Cock Fight, Nailpolish Gifts, Love Pecks on the Inner Thigh,  Ivy’s Orgasm for Peace, Double Snowflake Nipple Sucking, Merry XXXmas Orgasm, Candy Canings, Holiday Hooping

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Masturbation Month Kick-Off 2016 on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Jux Lii

by Dr. Susan Block

Merry Masturbation Month, Brothers and Sinners, Wankers, Yankers, Sperm-Bankers and Monkey-Spankers… In this bubbly celebration of self-pleasure, broadcasting live from Bonoboville, we kick off the M Month with a bang, a buzz, an orgasm, a squirt and a rush of pink-and-blue May-Day-infused communal ecstasy. It’s the pre-game show, bonobo-style. We also lick up some luscious Bonoboville Communion, take in a little M Month history, share funny masturbation stories and present my 8 Great Benefits of Masturbation… because self-pleasure doesn’t *just* feel good; it is good for you.

Discussing the benefits of masturbation with Dayton Rains and Savannah Fyre.  Photo: Ono Bo

I open our blast-off into the Mmmm Month straddling the Sybian—an excellent mechanical masturbation device that, without attachments, makes me feel like I’m riding an extra-special vibrating horsey on a magical Merry-Go-Round—which I continue to ride merrily throughout much of the evening.

So yes, those sighs of pleasure you hear from me on this show are quite real. You can also hear a variety of sighs, gasps, gigglegasms and screams of climactic joy from my fabulous guests and crew live on the eve of the M Month.

Savannah Fyres Up Masturbation Month

Our featured guest is Savannah Fyre, a webcam and porn performer with 360 Models Agency, a real-life MILF who looks like she’s still a college girl. In fact, Ms. Fyre is a graduate of the University of Maryland with a major in psychology and a great personal interest in bonobos which she first learned about in one of her (and my) favorite books, Sex at Dawn by Drs. Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethas.  For that, I give her a good sorority-sisterhood book-spanking and then a book-signing of The Bonobo Way.

Indeed, Savannah is quite the bonoboësque gal, with her lovely, limber, plastic-surgery-free body—all natural 32C’s, pert butt, curly-haired bush, curious mind and liberated attitude. She’s also very helpful—a very bonoboësque trait—acting as much like an on-set assistant as a featured guest—until she steals the show.

PHOTOS 1 & 2: ANDREW SKORS.  PHOTO 3 & 4: ONO BO.

That’s when Ms. Fyre really releases her inner bonobo, bringing the night to a dramatic, sexy and soulful climax. A few minutes before midnight chronologically launches us into the M Month, Savannah places a Glyde America vegan condom-covered Hitachi Magic Wand on her moist vulva, and proceeds to launch herself into a powerful orgasm and the rest of us into a state of collective erotic rapture. And so cums Masturbation Month as we cum into it!

Is Savannah’s orgasm real? Debates arise during and after the show; after all, she is a webcam professional. I believe her orgasm is real and, if not, she is an excellent actress. I am right next to her as she cums, and her body language is genuine and natural as her curly brown bush. Plus she squirts!

PHOTO 1: ONO BO. PHOTO 2 & 4: ANDREW SKORS. PHOTO 3: UNSCENE ABE

Dayton Rides the Mad X Bike

Savannah isn’t the only active muffin-buffer on this show. Our very own Dayton Rains—award-winning porn star, webcam and phone therapist with the Institute, as well as associate producer for DrSuzy.Tv—greets the merry month of May with a number of intriguing vibrating devices. She even has a vibrating massager bed chair backrest in which she reclines while polishing her pearl with a Trojan Bullet. Now all she needs is a beer and a ballgame on the boob tube, and she’s all set for skiddle-diddling couch-potato heaven.

Dayton’s own boobs are on full display in her lovely springy pink and blue bikini, perky and large (32DD) doing a Bosom Ballet to welcome the M Month, and even dancing around a “Maypole,” as we discuss whether titty-fucking is a type of masturbation. The verdict? It isn’t, unless you’re really stretching the meaning of masturbation to include having partner sex with someone who treats your body like a jack or jill-off toy.

PHOTO 1: ONO BO.  PHOTOS 2 & 3: ANDREW SKORS

Dayton also rides the Mad-X-Bike, or at least gives it the old pornstar college try.  But the fact is, over the last year or so of multiple trips and orgasms—with many thanks to the likes of Odette Delacroix, Layla Sin, Amor Hilton, Monica Monroe, Loni Legend and Onyx Muse to name a few—we have ridden the wheels off this thing. Not that it ever had wheels, but the original dildo attachment fell off. So our in-house Villa Bonobo master mechanic Gonzo “fixes” it with a Sybian attachment duct-taped to the bike. Not only does the duct-tape make the thing look like something out of Red Neck Repairs Digest, but the dildo keeps slipping out, and we all know how frustrating that can be. Dayton tries riding it in every position, even reverse cowgirl, which does give us a nice view of the condom-covered dong, slathered in Astroglide, going in and out of her Womb Room. Finally, she faces forward and hunkers down on the Mad X Bike’s internal Hitachi, and that seems to almost get her off, but it’s just too funny, and she bursts into gales of laughter and has a gigglegasm, which can be almost as good as an orgasm.

Nevertheless, we can’t wait until Nick Salazar sends us a NEW (and improved) Mad X Bike (hint hint)!

Me$$ed Up Manhandles His Manhandle

This incites a sapiosexually stimulating conversation about performance masturbation versus private masturbation. In performance masturbation, which both Dayton and Savannah do with some frequency, its all about exhibiting your body to please your audience; more about showing off than getting off. Private masturbation is focused on you and your pleasure. Both are wonderful sexual activities for different reasons (see our list of 8 Great Benefits), and we celebrate both in the M Month.

Suddenly, into our Mad X Jill-Off party strides a masturbating man! Yes indeed, our own Me$$ed Up, aka Roberto Bonobo, who wowed the crowd with his rap-and-roll at our 24th Wedding Anniversary, enters the show wearing nothing but pink boxers, cock in hand, wanking away, welcoming the month of May.

This brings out the “getting caught” masturbating stories from both Me$$ed Up and Capt’n Max. True confessions time…

PHOTOS 1 & 4: ONO BO.  PHOTOS 2 & 3: UNSCENE ABE

You’ll have to listen to or watch the show for details, but one of the “morals” of these stories is: if you get caught masturbating while working, perhaps you need to get a job masturbating while working. Nowadays, with camming as easy as using your phone, anyone can try it, though only the best can make a living at it.

Catholic Bonoboville Communion

Most organized religions are anti-masturbation, and over the years, Catholicism has posed some of the sternest injunctions against masturbation, as well as most other types of sex too, though some of the worst damnation is reserved for wankers. So it is with great passion and a spirit of adventure that Catholic-raised Savannah Fyre takes her first Bonoboville Communion with Agwa from our Altar Girl Dayton Rains’ busty altar. And the congregation sings Hallelujah! Amen. AWOMEN. Another sublime Blessing of the Boobies.

Agwa-Boarding, aka Bonoboville Communion. Photo: Ono Bo

Then, transfixed by the transcendent Divine Interventions Jesus Jackhammer dildo, Savannah slides it between her lips, whereupon I declare, “Jesus is in her now!”

Jake, Snake & Yossi’s Cake

Also in tha house: Kinkstar Simon Odysseus Blaise, here in support of friend Savannah Fyre, and Handsome Hollywood Jake, also supporting Savannah as she takes off his shirt and he removes her dress. In the beginning of the show, Snake Eve (now 16 years old!) makes a brief appearance as we talk about how snakes masturbate by rubbing themselves against rocks. Post show, the sculptor Yossi Vardan presents us with a large “Happy M Month” chocolate cake, drizzled with sperm-white cream and berries. and an even larger bottle of vodka.

PHOTOS 1-3: UNSCENE ABE

Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, we have much to celebrate and even more to anticipate! Sexual Positions this Saturday, DomCon on May 21st, and AASECT on June 11 in San Juan, just to name a few…

Yossi’s Cake. Photo: Unscene Abe

Meanwhile, let’s dance around the Maypole or in the Womb Room and celebrate the Month of May. Of course, you can masturbate any month, any day or time you want. But Masturbation Month is when we celebrate and honor the art and science of self-pleasure. And if you need a hand, you know who to call…

© May 1, 2016. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length: 88:53 minutes

Date: 04/24/2010

 There’s no doubt that existence can be tough for us humans. When life beats us up and we suffer the whips and dildos of outrageous fortune, what are the options? Do we let our inhibitions beat us down? Let a dominatrix beat them out of us? Or just beat off? Listen as this week’s edition of radioSUZY1 finds answers to the big questions and so much more, with Dr. Suzy and guest Mistress Justine Cross doling out some hard truths and hard whacks to a few victims of the school of hard knocks. About those whacks… throughout the show, you’ll hear Justine slapping her slave/designated driver–which, in LA, might as well be the same thing–and almost literally flogging the pants off an audience volunteer named Ron, an Israeli military veteran. You’ll also hear from porn pair Tori Lux and Nate Liquor, along with Asia and Prince Max, weighing in on the existential debate about the past’s hold on our brains and genitalia.

 The past encroaches upon the present as the belly button fetishist vainly attempts to refashion himself as a nipple fetishist, and Imtiaz makes it a hat trick with his third consecutive week on the air. His repressed feelings about past traumas hold him back from being honest about his sexual desires, and Dr. Suzy and Ms. Justine help him see the importance of letting go. Whether it’s through talk therapy or a little therapeutic bondage in the bedroom, communication and release hold the key to breaking down walls and finding catharsis…or as Justine puts it, the “cum and cry” cycle. The consensus at the table is that it takes great courage to admit our fears and address them, but it’s the only way to get past the past and into the pleasures of the present. In other words, loose lips (of all kinds) sink censorships. The final caller has a nice perspective on staying true to oneself, one that’s particularly nice for Asia… considering that it’s her mom! A mother of a guest calling in is a radioSUZY1 first, and Asia’s mom definitely doesn’t disappoint with her unconditional support of her daughter’s choices and her own eagerness to “experiment” now that the kids are out of the house. There’s no empty-nest syndrome in this family, and we’re lucky Asia doesn’t have any repressed mommy issues holding her back from embracing herself and her body, not to mention other bodies! Our show closes as it always does with the Love Doc signing off, followed by the erotic after-party, where letting loose always beats repression and the pleasures keep on cumming.

 Here’s wishing you all luck in breaking down the barriers that hold you back from life’s pleasures… with the exception of condoms, of course. And if all this talk about repression has brought you down, never fear: next week’s May Day show celebrating the start of Masturbation Month will definitely get you loose and erect again. Stay tuned… ;)

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?