Bday 2013: Murrugun the Mystic, Cece LaRue, Anthony Winn, Lotus Laine, Laurence Harvey. Row 2: Mo the Monster, Hedi Hollywood (behind cup), Dr. Suzy, Corpsy, Brianna Brooks. Row 3: Selena, Fawnia the Naughty Realtor, Aaliyah Corsets, Eva Linn, Dark Phoenix, Amor Hilton, Benjamin Godfrey, Vanessa Goodmanson, Odette Delacroix, Sex Nerd Sandra, Johnny Chorizo, Selma Sins, Kiki Daire, Nyomi Banxxx, Steve Nelson. Photo: JuxLii

Length 1:36:47 Date: June 8, 2013

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It’s my birthday!  Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

Birthdays are a great equalizer.  Everybody has one.  You don’t have to do anything, like graduate or stay married; you just have to be alive.  On your birthday, you’re allowed and even encouraged to act like spoiled royalty. Since I act like that all the time, I have to take it up a notch on my birthday.  Really, I feel like my birthday is just another excuse for another holiday in Bonoboville, albeit a pretty religious one.

Nobody celebrated birthdays back in prehistoric times because no one knew what day it was. Evidence of birthday observances first appears around the advent of farming, calendars, telling time and needing an excuse not to go to work.  People began celebrating annual holidays, and one of those would be the king or pharaoh’s birthday. Eventually, folks realized that the head honchos weren’t the only ones getting older every year, and before you knew it, everybody was celebrating everybody else’s birthday.

Not that birthdays were or are always a picnic.  Ancient and medieval people feared evil spirits, and it was a common belief that these malevolent forces stalked you with special zeal on your birthday.  This is not as superstitious as it sounds.  A long list of prominent people who kicked the bucket on the same date they were born includes history’s greatest playwright William Shakespeare, U.S. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, actress Ingrid Bergman, feminist author Betty Friedan and Italian Renaissance painter Raphael.  And it’s not just famous people.  A 2012 study led by Dr. Vladeta Ajdacic-Gross and published in the Annals of Epidemiology that tracked mortality rates for over two and a half million individuals over a forty-year time span (1969-2008) found that statistically speaking, people are fourteen percent more likely to die on the day they were born than any other day of the year.  Sorry, I don’t mean to blow out your candles too soon, but its true.

Bumping up the numbers are various factors, including a high rate of suicides (mostly by depressed men over 60) and a high rate of people doing foolhardy things to “celebrate” their birthdays, like bungee-jumping off Mount Everest or having sex while skydiving.  The sheer stress of Your Special Day also appears to bring on more lethal heart attacks and strokes. Typical birthday stresses include getting freaked out by the realization of how old you are and how little time you have left, not being able to celebrate “properly” with loved ones, or celebrating too much—which tends to involve large quantities of alcohol and other substances.  Now that we’ve read this study, we can add the cardio stress of knowing how likely you are to die on your birthday.  Interestingly, Dr. Ajdacic-Gross even found a slightly greater risk of dying (10.8%) on one’s birthday from cancer.  So the ancient fear that “evil spirits” are more likely to snatch you on your birthday than other ordinary days now has hard science to back it up.

To protect the birthday person against such awful influences, the tradition of the birthday party evolved, surrounding the individual with love, laughter, music, gifts and entertainment. This works.  At least, it has, so far, for me.  I’ve tried other methods, but I find that the best way to ward off the “evil spirits” of shock (am I really that old?), stress (shouldn’t I have accomplished more by now?), fear (what’s going to become of me?) and foolhardiness (maybe I should prove I’m still young by climbing to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge again) is to throw a big, balloon-filled, debaucherous, orgiastic birthday bacchanal of love, laughter, music, gifts, entertainment and lots of sexual activity with beautiful people hanging out in their birthday suits.

And that’s just what we do in this beautiful, bodacious, boobilicious, booty-luscious, balloon-cartoony and carnivalesque Birthday Bacchanal, filled with love, laughter, gratitude, great sex, good conversation, breathtaking fire play and Sybian rides.  And spankings, of course, lots of birthday spankings— with bare hands, paddles, floggers and fire—over the knee, on the cross and through the gauntlet of the human spanking machine.  Birthday spankings may come from the old medical practice in which doctors spank newborn bottoms on their actual birth day, supposedly to get them breathing properly.  Or it may just be a way to ward off those evil spirits—as it arouses the libido.

If you look closely at my birthday balloons, you’ll notice that some are actually condoms.  Thank you Condomania!  And thank you, Liliana, for blowing our condoms into balloons filled with sparkly confetti.  Only in Bonoboville will you see condom birthday balloons.  Then again, maybe we’ll start a trend.  I can just see a condom balloon-festooned float in the Pride Parade.

And thank you, Coco Risque and Spicy Lingerie for the very spicy sheer white robe with feathered fringe, the risqué white panties with ties that tie you up and the awesome black and white clown stockings (brought back memories of my post-Yale miming days).  What a sexy birthday gift!

Thank you everyone in Bonoboville, including my lovely new producer Hannah, for another spectacular erotic exotic birthday.

And thanks most of all, to my charming Prince Max, Capt’n of My Heart, husband of 21 years, for always being here for me,  and always loving me (and taking me on a kiss-filled gondola ride on my *real* birthday), no matter how bad a birthday girl I am.

FEATURED GUESTS

Amor Hilton:  Baby Block dresses up like her Birthday Mama in a big pink sunhat with matching teeny-weeny g-string, skyscraper heels and not much else, and gives me a Hello Kitty (making me want to do a collection of funny female friendly sex toys and call it “Hello Pussy”).  By popular demand and Birthday Babe decree, Amor gets the first spanking from Mama’s hand which turns her adorable, Amor-able, model-skinny, white girl’s butt cheeks as pink as her hat.

Anthony Winn:  The awesome Striperella comic book artist, having turned my Speakeasy into his “Drink ‘n’ Draw” studio, drinks and draws an amazing illustration of the Birthday Gal which makes me look like I’m celebrating my 21st.  In the after-party, we dance to Sinatra crooning “Lady is a Tramp” (I know, how apropos….)

Odette Delacroix: Last seen on DrSuzy.tv in Masturbation Exploration, little Miss O.D. looks like she’s only had about 12 birthdays, but she’s a college graduate (Loyola Marymount) and quite the fireball.  In fact she gets spanked—well, licked—by a fireball in the after-party, as I hold a Hitachi on her naked quivering vulva (video coming soon to DrSuzy.tv).  She also gets a formal, old-fashioned birthday spanking  while crawling through a gauntlet of hotties, then hulahoops in her Birthday Suit.

Brianna Brooks:  Last seen on Purim Rising as a hot harem girl, Brianna is first to strip down to her Birthday Suit this show, her toned, tanned, heavenly body making all the soldiers in the Womb Room stand at attention and cheer as she twirls around the stripper pole, then gets her birthday spanking—lightly please; she has a shoot in the morning!

Heidi Hollywood: Brianna’s bestie from Ideal Image Management, Heidi Ho’ looks like a birthday gift in her pink and black corset and glitter pasties, especially when she climaxes for my bday on the Sybian.

Robert “Corpsy” Rhine:  Like Death stalking me with a smile, the Deaditor-in-Chief of Girls & Corpses magazine sits at my guest table, cheering on the stripteases and Sybian rides.  He’d like to spank all the ladies, but after he tells us he spanks  hard, he gets no volunteers.  At least by the end of the show, he’s got a naked Bri on his lap.

Laurence Harvey: As his “date,” Corpsy brings the star of “Human Centipede 2,” probably one of the most disgusting horror films ever made. I’m not sure whether to say thank you or barf up my birthday cake.

Sex Nerd Sandra: Fascinated by our Sybian, but too shy to ride it herself, Sandra, in true nerd-ist fashion, requests that the riders describe their sensations at each level of vibration.  At first, they protest that they can’t possibly describe what they’re feeling while they’re just about to come.  But I (being the Birthday Babe) insist.  So, bit by breathless bit, the descriptions come forth: “It’s frikkin awesome!” “Like sleeping with a girl, but really really quickly!” “I lost my brain!” “I’ve been eliminated!” and so on. Hopefully now Sandra is intellectually prepared for her own Sybian ride.

Murrugun the Mystic: The amazing Murrugun reprises his eye-popping performance from last year’s bday in which he swallows a sword while Cece Larue swallows his sword, that is, gives him head. Eat your heart out, Danny Brown—who will be coming on my show in July! Can’t wait!

Kiki Daire:  Recently at our 21st Wedding Anniversary, Kiki is back for another milestone, sharing her beauteous 36DD naturals for Bonoboville Communion.

Fawnia the Realtor:  Our favorite “naughty realtor” is back, showing her hot properties and dancing the night away.  We love Fawnia!

Lotus Lain: Wearing a big high-necked blouse festooned with birthday balloons, at first Lotus appears to be celebrating her conservative sister’s baby daughter’s birthday, not mine. But in the after-party, she takes it all off to reveal that spectacular birthday suit of hers.  Then we get into a hot threesome with her boy Johnny Chorizo and her Swingtastic Toys “White Nights” vibrator.  What a sweet birthday treat!  She also gives me a beautiful abstract painting of hers.  Lotus is such a multi-faceted libertine!

Nyomi Banxxx: Decked out in black leather with short blonde hair, at first I don’t recognize Nyomi, looking so different from when we saw her last at our Lady Porn Snow White show, but just as statuesque and gorgeous with the same devastating, mega-watt smile.

Benjamin Godfre: BG doesn’t actually make it onto the show, but he does pimp out his beautiful boy body to the Birthday Babe. Nice abs!

Dark Phoenix:  Is he honoring or mocking the Birthday Babe when he wears one of my hats in the group shot.  Who cares? He’s a consummate entertainer and takes lighting birthday candles to a higher level when he practically sets my butt on fire with a smoking hot fire spanking. Then, of course, everybody wants a fire spanking.  What can I say?  It’s hot!

Other Bday Bacchanalian Stars and Heavenly Bodies include Dr. Hernando Chaves, Paul Sapiano, Eva Lin, Vanessa Goodmanson, Mo the Monster,  Isiah King James IV, Steve Nelson, Savannah Jane, Selma Sins, Aaliyah Corsets, Selena, Helen, Nori, Yossi the Sculptor.  If I didn’t mention you, I’m sorry. It was and still is such a beautiful blur…

Weapons of Mass Discussion

My Birthday, Sex Leads to Birth, Brief History of Birthday Celebrations, Why People Die on Their Birthday More Often Than Any Other Day, Gratitude, Thank You Capt’n Max, Sybian Fantasies, Birthday Wishes & Dishes, The Bonobo Way, Invest in The Institute

Commedia Erotica

Spicy Lingerie, Mr. Lincoln Red Roses, Condomania Condom Balloons, Hello Kitty, Snake Play, Spanking the Birthday Girl, The Birthday Girl Spanks Her Hottest Guests, Bonoboville Communion with Jello Shots LA, Riding the Sybian While Describing the Sensations, Cake Rituals, Put Your Lips Together & Blow, Orgasms, Sword-Swallowing, Pulling Out the Sword, Swallowing Four Swords at Once, Sword Swallowing While Getting Your Sword Swallowed,  Hulahooping in Birthday Suits, Squirt for Peace

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Length 1:34:44 Date: Apr. 11, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

It’s our 28th wedding anniversary!

It’s also Easter Eve, the 4th night of Passover, our third Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse and our thousandth day in Quarantine.

Well, it’s not the thousandth day, not even close; it just feels like it is.

You can’t go out except for “essentials.” You can’t touch anybody or even come within six feet of anybody—except the person or people with whom you’re sheltering.

At least, you shouldn’t.

28 Years of Trust & Lust. Photo: Unscene Abe

I’m not sure how many of us are conscientiously following the “new rules” of physical distancing, but even if you’re not (and you should), I’m sure you’re thinking about it. The mounting death count has a way of asserting itself into even the most obtuse of intellects.

28 years ago, Capt’n Max and I entered into the kinkiest kind of human bondage: marriage.

In this deadly realm of silent spreaders and unwitting victims, relationships have never been so important—or complex. A good one is great, but a bad relationship is a lot worse than soup-for-one and solo sex in self-isolation.

No doubt, never has sheltering with someone you love—as well as trust and lust for (gotta have a little lust in your life)—been more critical.

Pr. Max, aka Capt’n Max, and I are very lucky little devils to have that, but then we’ve had it for a long time, even when it hasn’t been so *cool.*

Marriage Bondage

Yes indeed, exactly 28 years ago, Capt’n Max and I entered into the kinkiest kind of human bondage: marriage.

Bride & Groom (Bambolina & Bambolone): April 12, 1992.

Long-term marriage isn’t for everybody. Maybe not even for most people.

But it is for us. Wild, kinky and pansensual as we are, we’re also very much married, sharing and being “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the romance that just seems to deepen as we age, maybe especially during tough times like this crazy, death-dealing Coronapocalypse.

So we are so grateful to everyone—friends, enemies, lovers, collaborators and the rest of the universe—for contributing to our great good luck and our cause of bonobo love and conservation.

Human life is upside down and inside out…especially nowadays.

“Everything has changed” is the mantra of our Coronapocalyptic times, some things for the better–pollution levels, awareness of extreme inequality and the need for Medicare for All—and a lot for the worse–the tyrannical Trumpus rolling back pollution standards, continuing inequality and lack of Medicare for All, a collapsing economy, as well as this maddening imperative to keep our physical distances so as to “flatten the curve” (no silly, not our boobs, our death rate)!

But our love just keeps on keeping on for 28 years.

 Photo: Harry Sapien

Cheers to another 28!

Coronavirus willing, of course.

A Stellar Line-Up

We love, trust and lust for each other more than ever. Occasionally, we disagree (okay, maybe a little more than occasionally); but we always find a way to work it out, and we have no problem spending 24/7 together.

Quarantine puts your relationship to the test, but if you stock up on toilet paper, you’ll be fine. Photo: Harry Sapien

Still, no couple is an island.

So, we’re super-lucky to spend this auspicious anniversary with our masked and physical-distancing Bonoboville crew (we’re all in isolation together, but once or twice a week, someone has to go out shopping).

Plus three of our favorite all-time DrSuzy.Tv guests join us for the celebration!

Even though they can’t be with us in person, we share this very special show via the wonders of Zoom with our very own harem of beauties, the Three Graces of Spring: DomCon leader and “Animal Play” expert, Madame Margherite, Glamazon “Erotic Desires” hostess and kink life coach Goddess Phoenix  and exotic dancer of dancers Amber Mercedes.

Wow, what an all-star cast!

With Goddess Phoenix, Madame Margherite and Amber Mercedes all celebrating our 28th Wedding Anniversary via Zoom. Photo: Harry Sapien

Our wedding anniversaries past have featured gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters, orgiastic, female-empowered, Felliniesque, bonoboesque bacchanalias. A couple years ago for our 26th, we had naked female wrestling, naked singers, naked cake splosh, naked spankers, guests on ecstasy, guests in ecstasy, and sex, sex, sex, porn-star sex, couples sex, group sex—really it was quite the orgy, but all about love, as well as lust.

Unfortunately, we can’t have an orgy in the Coronapocalypse; at least we shouldn’t, and we don’t.

So, we show off wedding photos from another century and ogle our sexy guests (more about their awesomeness in a few paragraphs).

Photos 1-2: Selfies. Photos 3-11: Harry Sapien.  Photo 12: Unscene Abe.

Thanks to them and our crackerjack crew, our 28th is certainly an excellent anniversary adventure to remember!

Orchids & Family Jewels

The theme for the 28th anniversary is the orchid, “the most highly coveted of ornamental plants, the delicate, exotic and graceful orchid represents love, luxury, beauty and strength. Purple orchids symbolize admiration… and royalty.”

28th Wedding Anniversary Orchid Easter Parade. Photo: Unscene Abe

The “royal” part is appropriate for Pr. Max who is a prince on his Mother’s Filangieri side and Father’s Lobkowicz side. That, plus a couple of Euros, will buy you a cappuccino in Rome or an orchid in Prague.

Orchids are regarded as rare, even though they’re really rather common.

I must say Ana and Miguel really outdid themselves with the orchid theme,  weaving real and hand-painted artificial blooms, to create elaborate orchid Easter baskets.

Though, of course, much to tRump’s chagrin, there are no Easter parades this year.

Framed by Orchids… or surrounded by balls?  Photo: Selfie

In ancient Greece, orchids were associated with virility.

Wait—virility?

Wondering how the delicate feminine orchid could represent or somehow impart male sexual potency, I looked up the root of the word “orchid” and—Holy Gonads, Batman—it derives from the ancient Greek word “orchis,” meaning testicles.

Theophrastus, a Greek native of the isle of Lesbos (of course) known as the Father of Botany, gave orchids their name because he thought the fragrant bulbs looked like balls.

So blue orchids would be blue balls?

I don’t know. Maybe I need more herbs and wine to see that…

Stigmata Bunny & the Motorbunny

Speaking of herbs and wine (Manischewitz, of course), it’s Passover, so we have a Seder Plate.

Photos 2 & 4: Harry Sapien.  Photo 3: Sunshine McWane

It’s also Easter, so we have crucifixes and bunnies.

Sunshine really puts her art training and wicked sense of humor to good use, dressing up as “Stigmata Bunny.”

The pink rabbit ears and white cottontail in her butt are adorable, and the reddish food-colored holes in her hands and feet look appropriately bloody.

I love the symbol of the cross, so phallic and soaring with spirit. The gory parts of the crucifixion… not so much.

But bunnies are great. Who doesn’t wuv wabbits? Especially with those big phallic carrots.

So, of course, we have a few bunnies: chocolate bunnies, stuffed bunnies and a wind-up bunny that poops jelly beans.

We even have a bunny on the Motorbunny.

Daniele Watts and Chef Be*Live gave me this bunny on their anniversary.

Bunnyville in Bonoboville with Sunshine Stigmata Bunny and D & B’s Big Old Bunny on the Moterbunny. Photo: Harry Sapien

I must admit that at first, I didn’t really want it, but they made me take it, like a couple of kids making Mom adopt their problem child.

Of course, I had no idea what to do with the big, lumpy, old creature, so he got stuck in the Bonoboville laundry room, along with the towels and blankets.

But Easter 2020 has given Daniele and Be*Live’s bunny,  now dubbed “Big Old Bunny,” a reason to emerge from laundered hibernation.

Photos 1, 2, 3, 5: Harry Sapien.  Photo 4: Sunshine McWane

Thanks to Miguel propping him up, Big Old Bunny has come alive.

Maybe it’s the Motorbunny buzzing under him.

I put a garland of fake orchids around his furry neck for our anniversary and a tallit around his bunny shoulders for Passover.

Now all he needs is a girl rabbit so they can mate like bunnies!

Photos 1 & 4: Harry Sapien.  Photos 2-3: Sunshine McWane

Sunshine makes adorable Easter cards and bakes special stigmata cookies in the shapes of hands and feet, bleeding strawberry jam, corn syrup and red food coloring.

As I lick each Easter toe, I feel some affinity with one of my phone sex therapy clients who fantasizes about sucking my toes and even eating my feet.

Real-life cannibalism is, of course, a hard “no,” even with consent.

If real toes tasted as yummy as Sunshine’s stigmata Easter foot cookies, I might crave cannibalism too! Photo: Harry Sapien

But anything is possible–and edible–in the Erotic Theater of the Mind… especially with strawberry jam (not toe jam)!

Last Supper = Last Seder

Unlike Christmas and Hanukkah which have nothing to do with each other (except capitalism), Passover and Easter are related.

Last Supper = Last Seder. Matzah is the Body of Christ.  Jackhammer Jesus awaits His Resurrection in the Wondrous Vulva Puppet. Photo: Harry Sapien

In fact, The Last Supper is really The Last Seder.

That is, the Last Supper of Jesus and the Apostles on the Thursday before Good Friday was a Passover Seder.

Interesting for the Catholic foot fetishists, that Thursday is now “Maundy Thursday,” or the day of the “Washing of the Feet.”

Too bad it’s not about eating feet, but I take a bite of Sunshine’s stigmata foot cookie anyway.

Easter cookies aren’t kosher for Pesach, but Passover is all about sharing food, stories and human spirit. Jesus is said to share of his body and blood–maybe symbolically, with the Matzah (later the wafer) and the wine—and maybe a little more literally as well, especially with Mary Magdalene, probably his wife, certainly his lover.

The Sacred Easter Eating of the Feet. Photo: Harry Sapien

Maybe with the other apostles too. Jesus seems bisexual, and nowhere do the Gospels say he is celibate. If he was a Rabbi, as the Gospels say he was, he wouldn’t be celibate. He’d be married. The DaVinci Code says the beautiful apostle next to him at The Last Seder is Magdalene.

“Why is this night different from all other nights?” begins the iconic “Four Questions” of the Passover  Seder... In 2020, we can all sincerely ask ourselves and our God(s), “Why is this year different from all other years?”

So we have the Seder Plate that Ana and I cook up, improving on my Mom’s recipes by adding cranberries and cashews to the haroseth (representing the mortar used by the Hebrew slaves to build the pyramids) and burning an orchid-colored Easter egg (both Passover and Easter feature eggs, symbolizing Spring).

My Haroseth doesn’t look anything like the mortar used to build the Pyramids, but it’s got all the right ingredients (apples, nuts, wine) plus more (cranberries, dates, raisins), and it’s delicious.

We also soup up the maror or “bitter herbs,” strong-as-wasabi horse radish that makes your eyes tear up so you can feel the suffering of the Hebrew slaves.

Certain herbs can enhance empathy, but I don’t know if eating horse radish gives the eater much insight into a real slave’s predicament.

My own naughty tradition is to layer the red and white horse radish into a parfait glass, making it look like a strawberry and vanilla ice cream sundae to fool the unsuspecting (go ahead and take a big bite, Mar!)

Further mixing time-honored traditions with a little good-natured blasphemy, we also add the empathy-enhancing stoner herb (edible and smokable) to the green herbs (karpas).

When it comes right now to the nitty gritty, essentially, Passover is all about herbs and wine.

Photos: Harry Sapien

Normally, we share these foods, drinks and mood enhancers, the whole family or community dipping into the same bowls.

But “normal” is no more, and food-sharing is risky, so not this Passover…

“Why is this night different from all other nights?” begins the iconic “Four Questions” of the Passover Seder.

Ma Nish Tana Halayla Hazeh Mikol Halaylot?

Essentially, Passover is all about herb and wine. Photo: Harry Sapien

In 2020, we can all sincerely ask ourselves and our God(s), “Why is this year different from all other years?”

Easter/Passover Hand-Washing Fetish

Here’s an interesting spring holiday factoid related to the Coronapocalypse: Hand-washing is important to both Passover and Easter.

Ritual Passover Handwashing for the Coronapocalypse using individual Wipes. Photo: Harry Sapien

On Passover, we ritualistically and almost fetishistically wash our hands at the Seder table in a bowl of water, drying them off with a hand towel. This would seem very clean, but the problem is that everybody at the table then generally uses that bowl and towel, which is most certainly not sanitary for the Coronapocalypse.

Nevertheless, this may be one reason why many Jews didn’t get the Black Death and other plagues that ravaged Europe in the Middle Ages: because they were constantly, obsessively, ritualistically, religiously washing their hands. That’s why many frightened, superstitious and perhaps bigoted  Christians accused Jews of being “in league with the Devil” and creating the Plague.

Having washed your hands and said your prayers, you can eat some (ridiculously dry) matzah. Photo: Harry Sapien

Nowadays, Jews are getting Coronavirus just like everybody else—maybe a little more than everybody else. After all, there is no hand sanitizer in the Bible or the Haggadah.

Well, we use sanitizer and virus-obliterating wipes!

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha-olam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav vitzivanu al n’tilat yadayim.

Blessed art Thou, Oh Lord our God, king of the universe, who has sanctified us with Thy commandments, and commanded us to wash our hands.

Amen! Awomen!

Pilate Washing His Hands, 16th century. Artist: Byzantine Master (Photo by Fine Art Images/Heritage Images/Getty Images)

Hand-washing also rises up in the Easter story.

Actually, it happens on Good Friday.

Pontius Pilate, like tRump, notoriously takes no responsibility for crucifying Jesus.

Putting our Trumpius Pilate voodoo doll, under gag order with a golden Eastern Egg for “washing his hands” of “responsibility” for thousands of Americans dying of COVID-19 on his watch. Photo: Selfie

Indeed, the Roman governor of Judea literally washes his hands of all responsibility for the crucifixion that his own soldiers carry out.

This lays the groundwork for good Christians of the future to, of course, blame the Jews for “murdering God” and let sleazy politicians off the hook.

Whipping our Trumpius Pilate voodoo doll, under gag order with a golden Eastern Egg, for “washing his hands” of “responsibility” for thousands of Americans dying of COVID-19 on his watch. Photo: Harry Sapien

So the Coronapocalypse isn’t the first time that hand-washing is a matter of life and death.

Res-Erection

After the Crucifixion comes the Resurrection.

Jesus from the Vulva Puppet. Photo: Harry Sapien

In Bonoboville, we roleplay this incredible Christian miracle with another cordially blasphemous act:  the Res-Erection of Jesus, featuring our beautiful dark purple Divine Interventions “Jesus Jackhammer” dildo rising up out of a Vulva Puppet… and going back in.

Unlike previous Easters, we don’t penetrate any vaginas with it this year, but I do give it a devout suck.

Upon penetration, I sing, “Glory Hallelujah! Jesus is in me now!”

You Greek mythology buffs might know that long before the Rebirth of the Holy Son returning to His Heavenly Father, there was the Resurrection of the Holy Daughter coming home to Her Holy Mother.

Jesus is in me now! Photo: Harry Sapien

This is the tale (which we acted out at last year’s Bunny 4/20 Passover Honey) of the Greek Goddess Proserpina (Persephone to the Romans) rising up from the Bowels of Hades to rejoin Her Earth Mama Demeter (Ceres) who is so ecstatic to embrace the resurrected Fruit of Her Loins that She showers the world in Spring.

Sing hallelujah for the Resurrection of Persephone and our Holy Mother, the Earth.

Get Well Dr. Will!

Back to COVID-19:  Check out my newest missive from my little corner of the Coronapocalypse, “’Normal’ Insanity & Unpaid Hookers” in Counterpunch, “America’s BEST Political Newsletter” (Outback Mag).

Counterpunchers in Love hoarding Manischewitz and toilet paper. Photo: Harry Sapien

Jesus loved the hookers, and so should we. But our John-in-Chief, being more Pontius Pilate than Jesus Christ, would rather provide Coronavirus “relief” to the Corporate Whores on Wall Street than to Honest Whores, aka sex workers.

Those of you who still believe that our Corona quandary is a “hoax,” well, I understand that might comfort and preoccupy you, but it’s a pretty dangerous state of ignorance.

The real Trumpus won’t wear a mask, but we put one on our Squeeze-y tRump to protect us from his germs as well as his general all-around ugliness. Photo: Harry Sapien

Though we’ve been joking about it since Chinese New Year (and we still are), it really hits home when someone you care about comes down with the virus.

That’s what happened to our friend and fellow Yalie (part of our illustrious 2006 Yale Annex intern group), Dr. Will Tauxe, an emergency room physician, caught Coronavirus, probably from his patients,  and is now hospitalized and on oxygen (thankfully, not a ventilator).

Will is young and has no pre-existing conditions, so he’ll probably (hopefully) heal soon, but it’s a bitch!

Dr. Will recovering from COVID-19.

This bitch is no hoax. Respect her, avoid her, recognize that she is clever, as only a super-virus can be, as well as mostly invisible, and whatever you do, don’t be a spreader!

I’m not sure why Will has a bandage wrapped around his head with a spot of what looks like blood on the upper left side. I’ve never heard of Coronavirus making your head bleed. Hopefully that’s red paint, and Will, a congenital prankster, is just roleplaying that’s he’s a soldier wounded on the battlefield.

To me, doctors like Will and nurses who literally save our lives and risk their own every day are infinitely more heroic and valuable to our society than actual soldiers who kill and die for the American war machine.

Speaking of nurses, though we all have great respect and admiration for them, especially in this pandemic, some of us also fantasize about them. If that sounds crass to you, don’t watch this video.

But if that sounds like you, check out “Nurse Fantasies,” our latest vintage clip on our YouTube Sex Calls channel.

Goddess Phoenix in the Bubble Bath

Even without our guests, this would be a pretty entertaining, sapiosexual and information-packed Bedside Chat, but the guests make it epic.

What fantastic guests–and we don’t even have to feed them!

First, we say hello to Glamazon Goddess Phoenix, DomCon advisory board member and Red-Carpet Hostess, Kink Life Coach and real-life Wonder Woman.

As regular Journal readers know, the Goddess’ fabulous housewarming was the pool party of the Summer of 2019.

A Toast to Our 28th from Glamazon Goddess Phoenix.

Winner of the “Most Dazzling Domme” SUZY Award several times running, Goddess Phoenix is featured in several photo spreads in the SPANK ‘n’ Art edition of Dr. Susan Block’s SPEAKEASY JOURNAL.

She also gave me one of my favorite birthday gifts ever: my fiber optic whip.

Not only is it dazzling, but it’s over two yards long.

“Most Dazzling Domme” wields her dazzling whips.

So it’s perfect for maintaining the six-feet-apart-rule for the Coronapocalypse while still enabling me to smack Sunshine’s bunny-tailed butt.

Goddess Phoenix is every inch the living Goddess, greeting us from her luxuriously appointed couch wielding her own fiber optic whip, wishing us a happy 28th wedding anniversary.

Goddess Phoenix’s whip is great for Physical-Distance Flogging. Photo: Harry Sapien

Making productive use of her quarantine time, Goddess Phoenix is working on her autobiography and teaching online classes in the arts of BDSM and kink. She looks forward to “getting through” the Coronapocalypse, so she can get back to hosting Erotic Desires Travels, an adventurous travel club for kink-minded people. In the meantime, she and DomCon founder Mistress Cyan are starting up online Domme School.

Whether it’s Coronavirus, cancer, climate change, war or a freak accident, we can’t escape the Grim Reaper, but through erotic hypnosis, fantasy roleplay and other techniques that enhance the playful but powerful suspension of disbelief, we can get away for a day, or an hour, or a precious moment in a sparkling bubble bath with a dazzling Goddess… That moment, in and of itself, can be very healing.

After a short break, we return to find the Goddess in her bubble bath, à la Marilyn Monroe, patron saint of sexpots.

An incarnation of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Sex and Beauty, born from the sea, Goddess Phoenix shares a bubble bath with us.

What a sparkling vision of effervescence and seduction!

Like the Greek Goddess Aphrodite rising up from the foamy sea, born full-figured (and oh, what a figure), she is forever a woman, never a baby, always taking full responsibility–with pleasure–for her actions.

What a gorgeous 28th wedding anniversary gift, paying off in the ecstatic eye-candy pleasure of the moment as well as bubbling up between the Captain and me a few hours later, during our 28th wedding anniversary sexcapades.

Like Goddess Phoenix, the Goddess Aphrodite emerges from the Holy water on My DomCon umbrella! Photo: Selfie

Coronapocalyptic monogamy only has to maintain physical distance; you can imagine threesomes in the bubble bath via the Erotic Theater of the Mind or in pillow talk between the two of you.

It’s fascinating and rather eerie how—for better and for worse—we humans appear to be leaving our physical bodies and entering more deeply into our minds and imaginations… or trying to.

This would be fine and even fabulous—a way to escape our melancholy physical fates, except that the “body is the temple of the soul” and, as far as we know, once it’s dead and gone, so are all our wonderful thoughts and soulful fantasies.

Take a vacation without leaving your tub… or your couch.

Whether it’s Coronavirus, cancer, climate change, war or a freak accident, we can’t escape the Grim Reaper, but through erotic hypnosis,  fantasy roleplay and other techniques that enhance the playful but powerful suspension of disbelief, we can get away for a day, or an hour, or a precious moment in a sparkling bubblebath with a dazzling Goddess.

That moment, in and of itself, can be very healing.

Speaking of which, most of the Goddess stays under the bubbles, though we get a glimpse of her divine boobs just before we sign off.

Never a slouch in the gift-giving department, Goddess Phoenix gives us another visual treat when she shows us her feet!

Goddess Phoenix shows off her bubbly wet feet.

Inspired by the Goddess, I put my own feet in My Captain’s lap.

First in high heels…

Heels up! Photo: Harry Sapien

Then stocking feet for the nylon lovers.

He even gives me a little foot rub… a nice public prelude for more intimate anniversary adventures-to-cum…

Foot play is great foreplay.

28th anniversary foot massage. Photo: Harry Sapien

Between the toe-teasing, foot-rubbing, sole-washing and tootsie-cookie eating, this is definitely a show for the foot fetishists!

Madame Margherite before the Cross

Next we tune into marvelous Madame Margherite, “Best Animal Play Monarch” SUZY Award winner (in fact, MM herself inspired me to create that award), also featured in SPANK ‘n’ ART, as well as SPLOSH ‘n’ ART, which immortalizes her virgin visit to Bonoboville.

Madame Margherite wishing us a Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary from Sanctuary.

At that time (December, 2016), Madame Margherite had just arrived from Brooklyn to Los Angeles where she hardly knew a soul. I’m so honored (and lucky) that her first public appearance was on DrSuzy.Tv.

Since then, MM has risen like Jesus or Persephone to the heavenly heights of LA kink, becoming one of the Southland’s top FemDoms and a very active member of the DomCon board.

Currently, she is quarantining at Sanctuary, holding down the fort and renovating Mistress Cyan’s acclaimed West LA dungeon, as well as making clips for Only Fans and holding sessions online via the Kink Academy.

She’s posed artfully by the bondage cross, an appropriate symbol of Easter, though it’s a St. Andrew’s “X,” not a Christian cross, highlighting our 28th wedding anniversary color in shades of deep, rich, orchid purple.

MM’s Heels and My Feet.

Hair pulled back, in a violet-burgundy sheath, high heels and purple socks, she looks effortlessly elegant and casually dignified.

Though she’s not too dignified to turn around, pick up her skirt and show us her tangerine panty-clad ass!

Nice Ass, Madame Margherite!

Wow, MM has always been slim and fit, but all that Sanctuary-renovating has toned her hot body up even more.

“A bracha for that tuchis (a prayer for that ass),” says John Coxe on the FB Live feed.

MM was a featured guest at our silver 25th Wedding Anniversary (2017) when she and her “elite” troupe of human pets gave a command performance, so we celebrate National Pet Day, as well as our 28th anniversary and Passover.

Being Jewish, MM always celebrates Shabbat, but she isn’t as steeped in Passover lore as your Yiddishe Love Doctor here.

Though it would be appropriate, considering the Corona “plague,” we don’t have time to get into the 10 Plagues of Passover, and all the wine-spilling seems a little too messy right now.

We barely get into the Matzah, which is like a Communion wafer for Passover, a strange bland cracker that wants to be bread, but didn’t rise to the occasion.

Juggling My Matzah Balls. Photo: Harry Sapien

Though I do find a moment to juggle my matzah balls mid-Bedside Chat.

Actually Harry is much better at juggling my balls which he does in the post-show party.

Harry Sapien juggles My Matzah Balls while wearing Sunshine’s bra as a mask. Photo: Unscene Abe

That sounds funnier than it is.

Well, orchids and balls are an ongoing sub-theme of this Bedside Chat.

Side view.  My, what big cheeks you have?  Cheeky chi chis?  Photo: Unscene Abe

What’s really funny is Harry wearing Sunshine’s bra as a face mask.

We do find time for a little Dayenu scallion flogging. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners: Seasons Beatings!

Dayenu Scallion Flogging. Photo: Harry Sapien

I learned this kinky Sephardic Jewish tradition from Orthodox Rabbi Shmuley Boteach, author of Kosher Sex, now (sadly) a tRump supporter, but this was the Clinton years (1998, to be exact), when the Rabbi taught Capt’n Max and me the ritual of scallion flogging at his family Seder, as his seven kids, wife, dad, brother and sister-in-law sat around the table smacking each other on the back with green onions during every chorus of “Dayenu.”

The light but gleefully-administered slaps are supposed to be a playful reminder of how the Egyptian taskmasters are said to have “lashed” the Hebrew slaves, and they are the high point of the otherwise rather long, boring Seder for most Persian Jewish kids.

I don’t know whether or not these kids are more prone to develop spanking fetishes, but a study should be done.

Since our own Passover Seders are always child-free, over the past 22 years here in Bonoboville, we’ve taken our Dayenu scallion floggings to the natural, adult, next-level: smacking each other with scallions on the butt, i.e., spanking.

In the Coronapocalypse of physical distancing, we can’t scallion flog each other. Technically, Max and I could, since we are self-isolating together, but we want to “set an example” for everyone else, including those Sephardic Jews who really miss the pleasure of community Passover scallion flogging and might be watching.

Self-Scallion Flogging in the Coronapocalypse. Photo: Harry Sapien

So, we self-scallion flog.

Of course, it’s not as much fun as scallion-flogging someone else, whether in an erotic or just plain silly way. However, like self-pleasure, it’s a little bit fun and very safe in terms of physical distance, unless you hit your own eye with a flying onion.

Also, self-flagellation conjures images of young monks whipping themselves for their sinful thoughts, in emulation of Jesus who was whipped by the Romans before being crucified on Good Friday.

Kinky!

Sunshine gives a virtual Scallion-Flogging to Madame Margherite and Amber the Dancer’s fine upturned asses. Photo: Harry Sapien

Sunshine takes it back to the social level—while maintaining physical distance—scallion-flogging the monitor when Madame Margherite shows her beautiful, well-toned butt.

Then I flog Sunshine with Goddess Phoenix’s whip.

Flogging Sunshine’s Bunnytail on the Bunny Trail. Photo: Harry Sapien

Good times.

Both Goddess Phoenix and Madame Margherite are featured in my DomCon 2018 presentation, “FemDoms of the Wild: The Bonobo Way of BDSM.”

Max tells his stories of old friend, Queen Adrina, a pioneering dominatrix, giantess, phone sex artist and wrestler of the mid-20th century, as he explains his abiding appreciation for dominant women.

He loves DomCon almost as much as I do, and we hope to see both Madame Margherite and Goddess Phoenix at DomCon 2020 (now postponed to August) where, if all goes well and we’re not all in Coronapocalyptic Hell, I will be DomCon 2020 Mistress of Ceremonies.

Please COVID-19, go away, and don’t come back another day!

Amber the Dancer

Last but not at all least, we have our dear friend, the lithe and seductive exotic dancer, Amber Mercedes.

Amber the Dancer live from Texas on DrSuzy.Tv.

Amber first appears as a guest on DrSuzy.Tv back in 2005. Then in March of 2006, she stars as Queen Esther in our Purim Commedia Erotica show.

In 15 years, she hasn’t changed a bit.  Well, actually, she has changed—a bit—and it’s for the better.

Whipping It Good with Amber the Dancer.

Amber is in fabulous shape, and she shows off that shape from her twinkle light-studded boudoir somewhere in Texas, changing in and out of various exotic little outfits.

In fact, she pretty much constantly dancing through this entire Bedside Chat.

Unsurprisingly, Amber’s quarantine regimen involves a lot of workouts, both the serious and the seriously sexy kind.

We are the beneficiaries of Amber’s hard work as she writhes and slinks around the room.

Amber the Striptease Dancer.

Sheltering in place, she gives us the great 28th wedding anniversary visual gift of her hot little body.

Skimpy though her clothes be, she keeps them on throughout the official Bedside Chat broadcast.

Then, in the post-show, she strips down to dance topless for us.

Ooh la la!

My whip smacks Sunshine’s Easter bunny tail as we maintain physical distance with the Big Old Bunny refereeing on the Motorbunny. Photo: Harry Sapien

As Amber dances, I whip Sunshine’s bunny-tailed booty with Goddess Phoenix’s whip, switched to orchid-purple for our 28th anniversary.

We’re masked, and at one point, Amber puts on a mask for us.

Amber, masked for the Coronapocalypse and topless for our pleasure.

Actually, it’s more of a veil and makes her look like the quintessential harem girl.

The only member of our Bonoboville crew who was here when Amber was on the show is Mar, who makes a point of getting on camera (a rarity) to say hi to Amber.

Masked Women of the Kinky Coronapocalypse.

After 15 years, Amber and Mar still have a special connection.

Then again, Amber expresses a distinct interest in Abe who also flirts with her via Zoom.

Abe and Amber a the Bonoboville virtual bar. Photo: Harry Sapien

Though not a professional sex worker (Amber has a very straight job, and does her exotic dancing for the pure fun of it), Amber is an expert in the art of the tease.

She teases with her seductive words, but mostly she does it with that writhing hot body.

Amber is Our Not-So-Private Dancer.

Post-show Amber is our dessert in a full banquet of absolutely delicious guests.

Cake, Maror & an Orgasmic Grand Finale

It’s no orgy like wedding anniversaries past, but flogging Sunshine’s bunny butt and juggling matzah balls is fun.

Masked Banquet. Photo: Selfie

Then we all eat, drink and make merry—masked and six feet apart (maybe three feet).

We have an awesome cake, one of our all-time favorite cakes.

Photos: Harry Sapien

It’s actually a set of cake boobs with cherry nipples and a big cake cock between them, baked by Ana.

It looks especially provocative, like the perfect cake version of coitus a mammalia, when held at a certain angle.

“Just put your lips together and BLOW.” — Lauren Bacall to Humphrey Bogart in To Have and Have Not” (1944)

Of course, the cock is made from a mold of Max’s penis, and the boobs are made from mine.

Fortunately, there are only two–not 28–candles, so between the two of us, we give it a good blowjob, snuffing out those flaming balls (which look nothing like orchids).

We don’t actually eat any of the anniversary cake.

However, I do munch on a mini cock cake (sometimes a small one is all you can stomach).

Happy Max! Photo: Author

Why eat cake when you can have my heavenly haroseth?

Mar almost chokes on a spoonful of the maror (thinking it’s ice cream), and we all do our best to keep our physical distance.

Though you can’t eat or drink through a mask.

Such are the life-and-death quandaries of the Coronapocalypse.

Coronapocalypse Masquerade. Photo: Harry Sapien

One of the problems is that humans are very social animals, and we can’t completely seal ourselves off from each other.

Even if you live by yourself and never go out, you still probably have to receive packages that could contain the virus.

But that doesn’t mean you should give up and go out maskless; you just have to do the best you can.

Life is not perfect and death is around the corner and, as far as we know, resurrection is *just* the myth of the faithful, hopeful and clueless.

Indeed, the unclaimed COVID-19 dead bodies of American citizens are being piled into mass graves.

Photos: Sunshine McWane

But it’s our 28th wedding anniversary, and we’re feeling good—*blessed* in fact—and very turned on by our guests’ beauty, bubbles and flirtatious ass-shaking.

Just their presence makes for great presents!

I’m not saying we wouldn’t have had hot 28th wedding anniversary sex even without our guests’ gifts, but they helped us have a couple of our biggest orgasms ever.

Or maybe it just feels that way… but isn’t it all about how it feels?

Other couples might have billion-dollar bank accounts, million-Euro yachts or thousand-carat his-and-her diamond rings, but thanks to our love, trust and a hefty helping of lust—and maybe the Manischewitz  and those stoner herbs—we have gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters 28th-anniversary sex that no amount of money can buy—unless we’re talking about a lifetime supply of wine and cannabis.

Twenty-eight years is a long time, but they fly by like 28 seconds when you’re having fun, pursuing your passions with someone you love, trust and lust after.

In what feels like the flap of a butterfly’s wings as she lights upon a seductively testicular orchid, my darling Capt’n Max and I have gone from waltzing down the wedding aisle to coming together in isolation.

Happy 28th to Us! Photo: Selfie

Some things just get better with age.

Happy Anniversary to us. And all of our bonobo love to you!

© April 12, 2020 Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 213-291-9497.

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The SUZY Awards 2015. Photo: Ono Bo

Length 1:50:57 Date: January 2, 2016

by Dr. Susan Block

Still nursing our New Year’s hangovers here in Bonoboville, we stumble into 2016 with a nostalgic look back at some of the wonders of 2015 and the fabulous Dr. Susan Block Show guests who made it interesting, inspirational and orgasmic. Yes, indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, it’s the fourth annual DrSusanBlock.Tv awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYs,” paying tribute to “excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism,” venerating the pursuit and cultivation of peace through pleasure; better sex education; higher quality sexuality research; more interesting and entertaining porn; more responsible BDSM; a more sex-positive, anti-War, female-empowered ethos and more bonoboësque Weapons of Mass Seduction.

The SUZY Awards: Freeing the Nipple with books & swag of the some the winners. Photo: Unscene Abe

To win, you must have been a guest on The Dr. Susan Block Show sometime during the year 2015. Speaking of which, we produced over 50 live shows in 2015! For that reason alone, we feel we deserve some kind of award; feel free to nominate us for “Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth” anytime. But this time, it’s The SUZYS, and we’re the ones giving, not receiving, the awards here, and to give is far more bonoboësque and rewarding than to receive. So without further ado, may I rip open the virtual envelope and present, in no particular order, The DrSusanBlock.Tv 2015 AWARD winners…

“Most Bonobo” – Layla Sin
“Porn Power Couple of the Year” – Alexandra Silk & Luc Wylder
“Best Sex Advice” – Nina Hartley for the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Alliance
“Best Earth Lover” – Dr. SerenaGaia Anderlini D’Onofrio
“Most Congenial Revolutionary” – Abby Martin
“Best-Educated Porn Star” – Odette Delacroix
“Most Visionary” – Sabine Lichtenfels of Tamera
“Funniest Former Fundamentalist” – Luzer Twersky
“Most Transformational” – Simon Odysseus Blaise
“Sexiest Clergyman” – Pastor Jon
“Best Bonobo Way Book-Spanking” – Raquel Devine
“Most Adorable” – Amor Hilton
“Sexiest Sex Researcher” – Dr. Zhana Vrangalova
“Best Female Ejaculation” – DEAUXMA
“Best Female Ejaculation” – Rainey Lane
“Most Artistic” – Helane
“Most Artistic Anus” – Catherine Imperio
“Best Funny Faces” – Samantha Fairley
“Best Comic Book Artist” – Anthony Winn
“Best Cosplayer” – Ari Dee
“Best Altar Girl, Bonoboville Communion” – Dayton Rains
“Best Anal Bonoboville Communion” – Sienna Sinclaire
“Best Bonoboville Communion Rum” – Ron de Jeremy rum
“Best Bonoboville Communion Liqueur” – Agwa de Bolivia Coca Herbal Liqueur
“Best Necking Communion” – Mark A. Michaels & Patricia Johnson
“Most Compassionate Humiliatrix” – Goddess Soma
“Best Crossdressed Rock Star” – “Fat” Mike Burkett
“Best Live Music Performance (Band)” – The LUZERS
“Best Live Music Performance (Classical)” – Wicked Violin
“Best Live Music Performance (Rap)” – Ikkor the Wolf
“Best Live Music Performance (Harmonica)” – Ron Jeremy
“Best Music Video” – “Do the Miley Cyrus” Jessica Shores (J sho)
“Best Miley Smile” – Miley May
“Cutest Gender-Bender” – Stefani Special
“Best Elvis” – Smokey Binion Jr
“Sexiest Author” (female) – Sienna Sinclaire
“Sexiest Author” (male) – Christopher Ryan, Ph.D.
“Most Enthusiastic Submissive” – Jane Starr
“Best Leather” – Jux Leather
“Best Bonobo-in-the-Field” – Chelsea Demoiselle
“Wildest Mad X Bike Ride”- Loni Legend
“Most Buffed Out” – Isiah King James IV
“Best T-Shirts” – G-Spot Brand Apparel
“Most Thematically Attired” – Unlicensed Professionals
“Biggest Mogul” – John Gray (Spearmint Rhino)
“Most Like Jessica Rabbit” – Monica Monroe
“Best Dildo Deep-Throating” – Jessica Fappit
“Best Amputee Sex” – Joe Adams
“Most Talented Twat” – Dayton Rains
“Best All-Natural Naturist” – Leilani Lei
“Best Edible Aphrodisiac” – Cannabelly
“Sexier Than Ever” – Lotus Lain
“Rottenest Guest” – Robert “Corpsy” Rhine
“Most Ethical Condoms” – Glyde Vegan Condoms
“Bonobo Conservation” – Lola ya Bonobo
“Bonobo Conservation” – Bonobo Conservation Initiative
“Best Hot Wax Performance” – Layla Blue Phoenix & Master D
“Most Dangerous Sex Act” – Orpheus Black & Audrey Holiday
“Hottest Strap-On Scene” – Mistress Helly Hellfire & Dayton Rains
“Poly Pioneer of the Year” – Janet W. Hardy
“Most Poly-Savvy” – Wry Mantione
“Life of the Party” – Filly Films
“Wildest Sybian Ride” – Jeanie Marie
“Sexiest New Yorker” – Lola Bastinado
“Best Blunts” – Ikkor the Wolf of the Green Cross
“Cutest Feet” – Onyx Muse
“Best Foot-Sucker” – Amber Lily
“Best Booty” (BiG) – Whooty Marcy Diamond
“Best Booty” (little) – Ana Foxxx
“Bonoboville SUZY AWARDS Crew Award” – Abe, Mar, Gonzo, Del Rey, Ono, Dayton, Roberto, Jake, Casey, Cream

See 2014′s Winners.
See 2013’s Winners.
See 2012’s Winners.

2015 SUZY Award Winners Helane, Dayton Rains and Ikkor with Dr. Suzy and Dayton. Photo: Unscene Abe

What an awesome list of sexperts, sexpots, visionaries and revolutionaries. Congratulations to the winners and consolations to the losers—though, once again, lucky Luzer (pronounced “loser”) is a winner.

Winner Luzer. Photo: Suzy

As is traditional for The SUZYs, we don’t invite the winners, losers, or anyone at all to the actual ceremony. Most folks are busy with family festivities, domestic drama or both during the sparkly season, and we hate to get flaked on, unless it’s snow.

Popper party. Photo: L’erotique

But as it turns out, many holy-dazed refugees show up at Bonoboville’s gates (and yes, you’ll get the undisclosed location too, if you become a Speakeasy member), from former producer Dark Phoenix to “Most Artistic” winner Helane, and it wouldn’t be in the spirit of Christmas, Hanukkah, Mohammed’s Birthday, Bodhi Day, Saphala Ekadashi (Hindu), Kwanzaa, Winter Solstice or Saturnalia to turn them away. So we wind up with a few of the winners, some emotional, intoxicated acceptance speeches, a live musical performance of a winning song (Go Ikkor!) and a bit of wild bonoboësque activity. Dayton Rains shows why she won the “Most Talented Twat” award by smoking the first Bonoboville Blunt of the New Year with her kegels and she takes Bonoboville Communion from my not-quite-so-talented but very happy yoni (do the Oscars and Emmys take Communion on their breaks? Probably, but ours are televised). There are even a few tears of joy and words of farewell to our friends and lovers who have crossed over to the Great Womb Room in the Sky (or wherever we go when we die).

Ikkor raps. Photo: Ono Bo

Sentimental, I know. It’s probably inevitable that, in its fourth incarnation, The SUZY Awards is getting to be more like a regular Hollywood-ish awards ceremony. Hope that doesn’t completely take away our Commedia Erotica street cred.

Ultra Vulgar Super Fiends. Photo: L’Erotique

One refugee we haven’t seen in over a year (rendering him ineligible for a 2015 SUZY Award), Ultra Vulgar Super Fiend journalist Ryan Stabile, plays Santa and gives away some choice UVSF swag. In return, he gets Dayton’s boobs for Bonoboville Communion and a signed copy of The Bonobo Way redolent of her book-spanked rump. Read The Bonobo Way! Be well-read or get spanked until your butt is… well, red. Happy Nude Rear!

Not just signed, but spanked! with LoVE. Photo: Unscene Abe

As long as we’re talking “journalism,” we remind ourselves that one purpose of The SUZY Awards is to do our bit to counterbalance the “attention awards” that mainstream journalism is constantly giving to politicians of fear, preachers of violence, perpetrators of mass murder and cheerleaders for war. As our up-to-the-moment infotainment machine breathlessly “reports” each atrocity and terror threat, copycat lunatics, religious zealots and wily candidates vie to come up with something more horrible and outrageous that might get them the much-coveted “award” of media spotlight.

Dayton takes Bonoboville Communion. Photo: Ono Bo

The only human urge stronger than our passion for violence is our passion for sex. Only the thrilling power of Eros can combat the dark pull of Thanatos. But it’s not as simple as a boxing match between Good and Evil, especially when society labels our sexual impulses as bad; at best trivializing them and at worst demonizing them. With no honorable sexual outlet open to them, is it any wonder that so many people—mostly young people at the peak of erotic drive and thanatoxic frustration—act out in violence? This is why we honor the “erotic arts and sciences” with the DrSusanBlock.Tv awards… to give peace, with pleasure, a chance. To give love, with lust, an award.

Best Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl with Most Artistic’s Drawning of Her.

Speaking of the actual award (maybe in a few years, we’ll have more than just the one), many thanks to Nikki Knight for perma-lending us the teasingly phallic, golden Oscar replica statuette, and to Dayton for blinging it up. With shimmering wings and a translucent white hat that could be a halo, made from a Glyde America condom (“Slim Fit” because The SUZY has a teeny head), the SUZY award trophy is Measure B-compliant and downright angelic.

Please don’t hate the judges! Photo: Dark Phoenix

So arrivederci 2015. Time to #GoBonobos in 2016, which we’ve officially resolved to be The Year of the Bonobo II, which was picked up by Counterpunch, making it even more official, at least on the Left Coast. I resolve to continue to release my inner bonobo (and help you to release yours, if you’re game), make peace through pleasure in a world of war, save the real bonobos from extinction and put on who-knows-how-many future shows, parties and special moments with my beloved Capt’n Max and Bonoboville crew, but I am grateful for every single one. This year, I’ll also be leaving Bonoboville, California (!) to give some Bonobo Way talks at universities, the first being the Keynote Speech at the Symposium on Ecosexuality in the Caribbean at the University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez. The symposium, organized by “Best Earth Lover” winner and Ecosexuality co-editor Dr. SerenaGaia, is open to both students and non-students. Don’t let another year go by without going bonobos. Come join us.

#GoBonobos in 2016! Save the wild bonobos from extinction.

© January 3, 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.

THANKS ULTRA-VULGAR for THIS GREAT REVIEW of THE SUZY AWARDS!

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Master D’s SchoolGirl LapDance Spectacular @ Dr. Suzy’s College of Carnal Knowledge: Class of 2012. Photo: JuxLii

Length: 85:16 minutes        Date: 07/28/2012

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The “sexy schoolgirl” look is one of the world’s most ubiquitous and beloved clothing-oriented fetishes.  Oh, those little plaid skirts, crisp white blouses, flirty sailor bloomers, restrictive ties, childlike knee socks and other school uniform accoutrements! How they stir feelings of arousal, nostalgia, innocence, sweet frustration (aka “tease and denial”) and titillating naughtiness in the uniform wearer (who could be female, male or transgender) and the partner (who might “play” a teacher, dominant disciplinarian or other school authority), as well as the schoolgirl uniform-loving voyeur.

Our dear friend Master D, prominent dominant in LA’s BDSM scene and grandson of Australia’s late legendary nightclub king, Abe “Mr. Sin” Saffron, has been a passionate fan of the schoolgirl look since he himself was a schoolboy.  So on the occasion of his 40th birthday, I dressed up as a sexy “head mistress” schoolteacher (complete with short houndstooth plaid skirt, professorial sweater, Sex Week at Yale hat and thong) and transformed the Womb Room into a College of Carnal Knowledge filled with a dizzying array of short plaid skirts, Spongebob shirts, raging hormones, various corporal punishments and lessons in love.  Tonight’s standardized test: LAPDANCING.  Pay attention or get spanking detention!

Note: Though there are indeed actual “schoolgirls” in attendance for the festivities, they are all college or post-graduate students over the age of 18.  By putting on this schoolgirl-themed show and party, we are in no way trying to encourage or “play into” society’s eroticization of underage girls. We are just responding to it—since we can’t help but be affected by it—by outfitting grown women (and men) in the titillating garb that so many twisted cultures around the world encourage us to desire but forbid us to (more…)

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Length 01:40:01 Date: October 21, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block

It’s Kink Month 3 in BOOnoBOOville, Smoketober 2017, and the whirling winds of autumn are upon us, stirring up kinky Halloween dreams and the alchemy of scary sex.

Ikkor the Wolf raps on the Night of the Cougar in BOOnoBOOville. Photo: Jack Jiminy

Weinstein, Toback, O’Reilly, Trump & Pence

Scary sex can be fun, but only when it’s consensual fantasy roleplay, not when it’s a nonconsensual reality, and some pussy-grabbing creep chooses to assault you; that’s not fun. At. All.

But the Revenge of the Pussies is upon us. Last week, it was Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein getting fired and kicked out of the Motion Picture Academy for harassing dozens of young aspiring starlets, coercing them into sex, massage and/or watching him take a shower. Though the harassment and especially the rape charges are very serious, it’s hard not to laugh when picturing this hairy, Falstaffian man-pig dripping wet and soaping up his pathetic ding-a-ling while sputtering promises to a nauseated young starlet about her role in his next Oscar-winning film as she tries to avoid getting splattered or soaked. Very Hitchcockian. And since when was the casting couch moved to the bathroom?

Whatever the venue, thanks to the burgeoning revenge of the Hollywood pussies—I mean actresses—Harvey is the one who is being splattered with his own crap, at least for now (and so is, as of this morning, director James Toback). But lefty Hollywood isn’t the only hotbed of sexual hooliganism. Far from it. A few hours before this show, we hear that just after settling a sexual harassment lawsuit for a whopping $32 million, Fox extended right-wing anchor Bill O’Reilly’s contract for five years at $25 million a year. Talk about enabling! That‘s practically pimping.

At least, Hollywood and the left have some shame regarding sexual harassment. The right, the alt-right, the Nazis, the KKK, General John Kelly and Fox News have no shame about sexual harassment. Indeed, they often flaunt it as part of their old-school, “manly” image. Ironically, what they are ashamed of is their own sexual desire, their need to be looked at, their interracial cuckold fantasies; their fears of inadequacy and—in some cases—their need to be sissified, teased, and dominated; all the while these people are not ashamed to be bigots, misogynists and are willing to turn a blind eye to the habitual sexual harassment happening at the very top of their own fields.

However, much to their chagrin and confusion, the culture is changing. More and more harassers are being outed, publicly humiliated (and not in a fun way), shunned and punished. It’s the revenge of the pussies against the pussygrabbers, and in a way, this sisterhood response is very bonoboësque. Though rape is a common form of sex among common chimpanzees and other great apes (including humans), it is extremely rare among bonobo apes. Unlike common chimps—where it’s every female for herself—bonobo females support each other against male aggression when it occurs, which is rare because the guys learn when they’re young that the females won’t tolerate it. However, these empowered bonobo females also make sure the males get some kind of sexual release with a different bonobo female or male, which is another important factor in keeping the rape rate low. Unless we want to live in a society where we keep all the straight guys in cages, we ought to consider our social relationship with sex and sexuality. One part of the solution would be to decriminalize and destigmatize prostitution.

The Revenge of the Pussies is on! Photo: A. Singletary

The irony of the current Revenge of the Pussies is that, as far as contemporary pussygrabbers go, our Pussygrabber-in-Chief, who crazily got into the White House just after being exposed as a pussygrabber, is the worst. After all, tRump will not only grab your pussy, by his own admission, he will grab your pussy’s—and millions of other American pussies’—rights to healthcare, contraception and liberty from being harassed by other pussygrabbers.

Veep Mike Pence won’t grab your pussy, or so he says, with great fanfare about not even taking a dinner meeting with any colleague who happens to possess a pussy. Then again, who knows, guys like Pence often get caught with their pants down… eventually. One thing we do know now: Pence is deep in the pocket of the Koch Brothers and salivating to grab your pussy’s rights to contraception, health care and liberty, in the name of “God.” Therefore, my constant refrain of “Impeach Trump” has since expanded into “REMOVE Trump AND Pence.”

Yes, Paul Ryan would be next in line and, yes, he also wants to grab your pussy’s rights and toss them into the trash heap. Though he somehow doesn’t seem quite as odious as the tire fire that is the Trump/Pence administration, probably because he’s younger, which provides a glimmer of hope for the Bonobo Way.

Cougar Sally Mullins

Which brings me to my featured guest on Kink Month 3: Kinkster, “Cougar” and “FemCom” Comedienne Sally Mullins.

Pre-Show Selfie with Gypsy and Sally.

Sally hosts “Hello Cougar,” spotlighting her erotic encounters with younger men (aka “cubs”), on Drome Box Tv, brainchild of Jack Jiminy, whom we first met on my birthday show with multi-talented Christiana Cinn.

Introducing Cougar and Comedienne Sally Mullins. Photo:: A Singletary

What is a “cougar”? Of course, the standard definition of “cougar” is a large American wildcat, like a puma or panther, a powerful pussy who could possibly eat you alive, if she’s hungry. The other, more modern meaning of “cougar,” according to our trusty urban dictionary, is “an ‘older,’ experienced woman who happens to find herself in a sexual relationship (committed or not) with a younger man. She is not necessarily a slut, nor is she desperate. She offers sexual expertise and is open to new experiences…Though older, she may actually look younger than her ‘hook-up.’ She is attractive, confident, and just wants to have fun. She will not attempt to trap her mate into marriage, children or even an exclusive relationship. She is not interested in drama or games, as that would interfere with the pleasure she enjoys.”

The Cougar lands a Wolf. Photo: Christine Dupree

This pretty much describes Sally who seems to enjoy her cougar lifestyle for a number of reasons, not least of which is that it provides a constant source of comedy for her show. She also seems to genuinely like the sexual energy and drive of younger men, and the fact that they don’t try to control her, at least not outside the bedroom (where she kind of likes to be controlled), as older guys tend to do.

Jack & Sally Selfie

Yes, for Sally, it’s all about guys. A cougar could be bisexual, though when I ask if she’d go “gay for pay,” she says yes without hesitation. In fact, she has done quite a few paying gigs here and there through her career (comedy doesn’t pay much), including at the old Chateau where she used to work as a “switch.”

Now she hunts for her “prey” on Craigslist, as well as everywhere else. She manages to pick up a few younger guys right here in Bonoboville, not that that’s a huge challenge. Stay tuned to her show and ours to see how they fare…

P-Spotting in Cosmo with the Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom

Sally may be a 21st century cougar, but when it comes to actual sex acts, she’s very traditional, preferring missionary position intercourse above all.

Gypsy holds the Cosmo as I rev up my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom. Photo: A Singletary

Since Jill Hamilton’s interview with me in Cosmo about how to stimulate a “Man’s G-Spot,” aka his P-Spot or prostate, is on stands now, I ask Sally if she likes to stimulate men anally. She frowns a bit and replies that she’ll only “go there,” if she really likes a guy. Otherwise, no go.

It’s understandable, and it’s yet another reason why we need legal, professional sex workers to help out the less appealing men of this world. After all, every guy deserves to experience a P-gasm, if he wants one.

The perfect gift for that Harry Potter Pervert in your life. Photo: Christine Dupree

On that note, I take a whirl around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom. This Halloween seasonal fantasy pleasure toy is perfect for penetrating your man’s P-spot (or your lady’s G-spot), as you ride the vibrating shaft into bliss. Plus you can use the broom end as a spanking paddle. Harry Potter never had it so good.

Gypsy Bonobo grew up on Cosmo, the Sexy Girl’s Bible. I’ve been quoted in the magazine since 1996 when it ran excerpts from The 10 Commandments of Pleasure. It’s great to see this venerable publication keeping up with the P-spotting times.

Ikkor, Smoketober & Bonoboville Communion

Into this den of felines comes Ikkor the Wolf and his Smoketober Fest Crew. I take great pleasure in introducing sexy Ikkor to our Cougar Sally. I love the fact that both have animal avatars, the wolf and the cougar. Also, Ikkor is wearing a black T-shirt with “#BONOBOVILLE” on it, and Sally is wearing a black T-shirt with “PERVERT” on it. Let your kink flag fly or show your bonobo pride; we’re for both together.

T-Shirt Queen & King. Photo: Slick Rick

Not that Ikkor is in need of female companionship as he is accompanied by two hot blondes in cannabis-themed leggings, Brigitte and Teresa.

Book-Spanking Naughty Brigitte with The Bonobo Way. Photo: A Singletary

Practically crying out for a Bonobo Way book-spanking, Brigitte almost immediately gets over my knee. What a naughty girl! And what a spankable bottom. And what kissable lips.

Brigitte takes the first Bonoboville Communion of the night, licking my boobies worshipfully, so I feel like a Sacred Altar of Older Womanhood.

Kiss Selfie.

Then I waterboard her, bonobo-style, pouring the green liquid down her throat as she reclines obediently between my thighs.

Inspired by our example, Cougar Sally takes Bonoboville Communion from Ikkor’s awesome abs. “I love salt!” she exclaims, licking lustily, as Ikkor smiles in Smoketober bliss.

Trumpocalypse Therapy & Gourdy 2

Thus fortified, Sally undertakes Trumpocalypse Therapy, applying finger-flicking CBT (cock and ball torture) to our Trump Dickhead’s micro-penis, as I spank him with the Bonobo Way.

As usual on DrSuzy.Tv during this year of insanity, anxiety and PTSD (Post-Trump Sex Disorder), punishing our Trump surrogate proves very therapeutic for all. And who knows, maybe there’s something to voodoo, and it’ll work!

Stripping Sally Mullins. Photo: Slick Rick

Throughout this part of Trump’s punishment, Adam, Sally’s “human pet” in a canine mask without the ears (“He feels bad, he forgot the ears at home,” explains Sally compassionately), sits quietly by our feet like a good dog.

Putting tRump under Gag Order with the Tiny Penis Pacifier. Photo: Christine Dupree

Then I bring out the big guns. That is, the big gourd. I call him Gourdy 2, having given Gourdy 1 to his number one lover, Rhiannon Aarons, last Saturday.

Happy Gourdy. Photo: A Singtletary

Gourdy 2 also has a rather strong effect on Sally. His sheer presence makes her want to remove her top, with only a little encouragement from me, and some hands-on help from Brigitte to the tune of Carmina Formosa‘s “The Kinkster.” Sally looks great in her “PERVERT” T-shirt, but she looks much better topless. With Gourdy between her boobs, she looks downright delectable, in an ecosexual way.

Sally & Gourdy. Photo: Chrstine Dupree

With eating on our minds, we turn to our favorite “food of love”… music!

Ikkor raps and everybody dances, even Gourdy! Photo: A Singletary

Ikkor raps “She Bad,” which is the perfect Cougar Anthem. Though Sally claims not to dance, she gets up and boogies with Gypsy, Brigitte and me, or gets down and plays with her dog.

Sally’s dog plays with her. Photo: A Singletary

Rather Sally’s dog plays with her. Typical pet who thinks he’s a human.

Taking a Knee against police brutality. #BlackLivesMatter Photo: A Singletary

In closing, we take a knee against police brutality, marveling at how the Mango Man-Child’s viperous negativity has given Colin Kaepernick’s movement such publicity. So we even make our tRump surrogate take a knee with us. Actually, we sort of behead him, but not on purpose!

We need a new national anthem anyway, instead of the current one that celebrates war and slavery and is too high-pitched for most of us to sing.

We give a shout-out to Madame Margherite, queen of the human pets, who will be joining us for Halloween Saturday Night in BOOnoBOOville this Saturday, October 28th. On November 4th, we’ll celebrate Capt’n Max’s birthday and the 4th anniversary of The Bonobo Way with Goddess Virgin, Goddess Soma and a galaxy of stars.

Then The Bonobo Way of Peace through Pleasure plays Vegas at the Erotic Heritage Museum. Join us on Saturday afternoon, November 18th 2pm. #GoBonobos in Vegas. The week after that, get your rumps ready to be roasted for our traditional Spanksgiving in Bonoboville (check out last year’s) with Madame Raven Rae on Nov. 25th. Much excitement ahead in Bonoboville. It’s not for everybody. But for some, Membership Has Its Pleasures.

Kink Month 3: Free the Nipple! Photo: A Singletary

Who Bad?

After the show, the Smoketober festivities, book-signings and Cougar maneuvers continue.

It’s pretty low-key, but it’s all one big kinky aphrodisiac for the Captain and me. In fact, he invites me to watch him take a shower, and I accept! We even give each other massages—with very happy endings.

RƎVO˩utionaries. Selfie

We Bad!

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers: Jamal Berry, Martin Morrow; Photographers – A. Singletary, Christine Dupree, Jux Lii, Slick Rick; On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Del Rey, Gypsy Bonobo, Harry Sapien, Jay Red, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel.

© Oct 21, 2017. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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Length 01:43:30 Date: November 25, 2017

by Dr. Susan Block

It’s our duty to spank booty on Spanksgiving!

Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, on Thanksgiving, let us give thanks. And on Spanksgiving, let us give spanks. Let us practice the Bonobo Way amongst each other, and let us spank away the hate and fear that divides us, and let us find the path of peace through pleasure… with a little spanking.  And let us spank our hands together across a nice willing warm ass, and sing Amen and Awomen.

Spank Away Your Fears on Spanksgiving. Photo: Alex Willy

Seasons Beatings! Assume the position. On your knees, back arched, panties down, buns bared and ready.

Now join Bonoboville or DrSuzy.Tv, and watch this spanking hot Spanksgiving show featuring DomCon mistress of ceremonies, spanking femdom and beautiful birthday gal Madame Raven Rae; voluptuous kinkster, sapiosexual artist and recent MFA grad Rhiannon Aarons; photographer, author, erotic wrestler and former Penthouse Pet Christine Dupree; Bonoboville rap master Ikkor the Wolf; a big fat naked Trump Turkey (Michael Q. Schmidt) getting spanked hard for his numerous sins, as well as stuffed by Putin (Tim Sewell) and—though he certainly doesn’t deserve it—two incredibly hot topless femdoms wearing strap-ons.

Preparing to Double-Stuff the Trump Turkey on Spanksgiving. Photo: Jux Lii

What a fine, Slappy Spanksgiving in Bonoboville. True confessions, striptease, cake splosh, pegging, paddling, politics and spanking. Lots of spanking.

Spanking Christine Dupree on Spanksgiving with Rhiannon Aarons & Madam Raven Rae . Photo: Jux Lii

Why do we spank on Spanksgiving? O, let me count the reasons… Actually, there are too many to count, but here are eight really good ones:

1. It rhymes with Thanksgiving. Whoever came up with it may have had a little too much Wild Turkey with their pumpkin pie and slurred the “Th” into an “Sp,” and it stuck. Check it out online and you’ll see people loving #Spanksgiving without any reference to spanking—not even spanking the monkey. They just like the sound of it. So do I. And there’s nothing that embodies that delightfully percussive music quite like the telltale smacks of cupped-palm-on-booty.
   
   

   Cupped palms on bared booty. Photo: Alex Willy

    

2. Spanking is fun! It feels good. Even when it feels bad, it feels good, at least for some pain sluts. And usually it doesn’t feel so bad—at least not compared to getting smacked on other body parts—what with all that nice butt flesh cushioning the blow. Light or hard, OTK (over the knee) or tied to a cross, by hand or with a flogger, belt, book, crop, cane or paddle, spanking is a great form of “outercourse” with something fun for (almost) everyone. That includes the spanker, the consensually spanked adult spankee and the voyeur who just likes to watch.

   Book=-Spanking Brigitte with The Bonobo Way. Photo: Jux Lii

    

3. Spanking is relatively safe. Nobody gets spanked to death. Also, most spanking does not involve an exchange of body fluids, so it doesn’t spread STDs.

   Spanking Therapy at the Block Institute. Photo: Jux Lii

4. Spanking can be a surprisingly effective form of therapy. Russian studies verify this, along with our own anecdotal research conducted here at the Block Institute. Spanking therapy helps with both physical and emotional pain management. Each smack of the bottom releases pain-killing, mood-uplifting endorphins. Prudes might call it “pervy,” but it’s cheaper and healthier than Prozac or Oxycontin, and more fun than a trip to the spa.

   Spanksgiving in Bonoboville 2017. Photo: Jux Lii

5. Spanking is festive. At least, it is the way we do it on The Dr. Susan Block Show, especially on certain holidays like Lupercalia, Krampus, Full Moons, birthdays and all through Kink Month. But spanking on Spanksgiving has its own special, sublime, domestic, personal and sometimes political meaning, which brings us to…
6. Spanking can be meaningful. This reason is so multifaceted that it has two parts: 

   A)  Spanking can be personally meaningful. It may bring up memories of past childhood spankings in the spanker or spankee. This doesn’t mean that you should spank your children. You should not. Although spanking the cushiony buttocks is generally better than striking any other part of the body, it is still a form of child abuse. Moreover, studies show that regular spankings and other types of corporal punishment will lower kids’ IQs. On top of that, as adults they are likely to develop an erotic taste for spanking. Not that a fetish for spanking is necessarily a problem, and many adults who were not spanked as children also enjoy spanking and other forms of impact play. In any case, spanking children is never consensual and is a cruel form of discipline that teaches a child that violence is the answer to problems. Of course, it’s not your fault if you were spanked as a child. Moreover, as an adult, you can turn spanking from a bad thing that made you feel helpless to a good thing that you choose to experience of your own free will—something that turns you on and/or helps you release guilt and shame, freeing your inner bonobo.

   

   Christine Releases her Inner Bonobo after a Good Spanking. Photo: Jux Lii

   
   B)  Spanking can be politically meaningful, as it is on Spanksgiving. This is partly because for many of us, Thanksgiving, while delicious, is a deeply hypocritical American holiday wherein most of us have to repress our real feelings for fear of triggering some obnoxious relative, like Uncle Bob in his MAGA hat cussing out football players who #TakeAKnee.

   Even more hypocritical, Thanksgiving is based on an almost entirely fictional, whitewashed story about Pilgrims and Native Americans holding a bonoboësque feast of togetherness, when actually those pious Pilgrims slaughtered as many “savages” as they could with their matchbox muskets, cannons and smallpox; very unbonoboësque, to say the least. Though Native arrows killed a few Pilgrims too, the end result was a Native American genocide of horrifically unappetizing proportions. That is why some conscientious folks call the fourth Thursday of November a Day of Atonement. They actually fast on Thanksgiving.

   

   Frieda Kahlo Turtle Island Vision Robe. Photo: Alex Willy

   Don’t worry, I don’t do that. I love getting stuffed from both ends (which I did on both Thanksgiving and Spanksgiving, thanks (and spanks) to the prodigious stuffing prowess of Capt’n Max). But this is why our Spanksgiving spankings are playful but meaningful “penance” for our ancestors’ original “sin” against the natives of this land we call America. Does Spanksgiving actually do any good to the Native Americans? Not really, though some might appreciate the acknowledgment and the comic-erotic twist on the old corn cob. And it does raise spankophiliac awareness of the true genocidal, ecocidal history of this unseemly “feasting day.”

7. Spank away your fears on Spanksgiving. After all, we can’t spank away “America’s” ongoing sins against the indigenous tribes of this land, the latest being the Dakota Access Pipeline leak of 210,000 gallons of oil, the worst in its history. Too much lube! Seriously, European invaders and immigrants have done great harm to the Natives and natural resources of this land that some call “Turtle Island,” and we can’t just spank that harm away. Nor can we spank away our sins against the people America has bombed, nor the foreign lands America has invaded, nor our own citizens killed unjustly under color of law, nor even our own small sins against each other. But I do believe we can spank away our fears. These include phobias based on childhood traumas (which may have included spanking), as well as our basic fear of being hurt. A good adult spanking *alchemically* transmutes leaden pain into golden endorphins. When administered with love, care and consent, pain really does lead to gain. In a way, our Spanksgiving spankings whack us into gear to conquer our fears, resist oppression and fight for what’s right. Spanking can make you wake up and smell the plutocratic Trump-faced tyranny!

Spank away your fear of resisting the plutocratic Trump-faced tyranny (yes, that’s a used Glyde America all-vegan condom that Madam Raven Rae is dropping on the Trump Turkey). Photo: Jux Lii

8. Spanksgiving actually has more of a historic precedent than Thanksgiving. That harmonious Thanksgiving feast of Pilgrims and Wampanoag probably never happened. But those pious Pilgrims and Puritans really did administer many spankings as real punishments, for criminal offences and sexual “sins,” often putting the very nonconsensual spankee’s head and hands into stocks during the spankings, so passersby could throw rotten fruit at their heads. This was “public disgrace,” Pilgrim-style. Nowadays we just troll people on Twitter; public humiliation by hashtag. Either way: Ouch!

On the other side of Spanksgiving, many Native American tribes did and still do incorporate ritual pain into their cultural practices—maybe not so much through spanking, but different methods of piercing that open the doors of perception to altered states of consciousness.  Modern BDSM kinksters might call it “sub space” on steroids, a hidden chamber of “the zone.”

Spanking Confessions

We certainly enter “the zone” this Spanksgiving. It’s almost a religious experience… with loads of kinky twists and turns and lots of laughing fun.

After delivering my Spanksgiving “sermon” from the Womb Room Cathedral in the Church of Bonoboville, I play Mother Confessor to my featured guests’ childhood spanking confessions. Their memories, stories and reflections are fascinating, disturbing, taboo and strike a chord for spanking being a significant aspect of so many of our lives.

Spanksgiving Confessions on DrSuzy.Tv with Rhiannon Aarons, Christine Dupree and Bday Madam Raven Rae. Photo: Alex Willy

The daughter of a Christian preacher, Madam Raven Rae was spanked often and hard, sometimes with a paddle and once with a fly swatter when she was a naughty, “mouthy” little girl. Like many, she feels that her childhood spankings are a key to her life’s work as a FemDom where she is much more likely to deliver the spankings (with expert knowledge and experience) than receive them. Growing up in Ohio, Christine confesses that her strict Lutheran father also spanked her hard and often, which, in her case, may be at the heart of her man-pleasing Penthouse Pet/lady wrestler career and why she has a personal penchant for being spanked (check out when I spanked her for the first time at 11:11 on 11/11).

Ikkor the Wolf & the Spanksgiving Angels of Bonoboville spank Chrstine. Photo: Jux Lii

Rhiannon claims she was “too good” to get spanked as a child; then again, maybe her parents were too enlightened to spank their daughter, providing more carrots than sticks, gently guiding her toward being “good,” and eventually getting her MFA, among other good things (though apparently, their spank-free child-rearing didn’t last as they did spank Rhiannon’s siblings). Now Rhiannon is a switch, enjoying both dominant and submissive roles in spanking and fetish play.

Spanksgiving Mother Confessor. Photo: Jux Lii

Ah, the complex, stinging webs spanking weaves through the generations.

Slave Winnie Gets Walloped

Birthday Gal Madam Raven Rae does the honors of delivering the first spanking of Spanksgiving 2017 to her regular slave Winnie. Decked out in black boots (that slave Winnie loves to lick), purple-noir hair with matching feathers to honor the Natives and giant violet lashes, the Madam commands her quivering slave to bend over my broadcast bed.

Madam Raven Rae smacks off a Slappy Spanksgiving 2017 by paddling her slave Winnie’s insatiable bottom. Photo: Jux Lii

There she pulls up his Roman gladiator “skirt” and pulls down his “submissive” panties to mercilessly paddle his bare bottom. With each smack, he replies “Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”

An avid hockey player, this Madam spanks hard. But slave Winnie’s bottom is insatiable.

Rhiannon picks up the slack with a few wicked whacks, leaving Winnie still whining for more.

Spanking Christine Dupree

We certainly don’t want to spend all of Spanksgiving looking at slave Winnie’s strawberries-and-cream mottled ass. We’re ready for a sweeter, tastier Spanksgiving dish. And we get one in Christine.

Striptease Dupree. Photo: Slick Rick

First, Ms. Dupree takes off her skirt and top, unwrapping herself like a birthday gift, revealing her toned physique and gy-normous boobs, her right nipple pierced with a large silver ring. Then she prances and lapdances from lap to lap to the tune of Carmina Formosa’s “The Kinkster” (inspired by The Bonobo Way), wiggling her red-fishnet buns for a spanking.

We take naughty Christine over all three of our laps, pull down her fishnets and spank her wiggling, well-toned bottom with our eager hands, The Bonobo Way and various other implements.

Spanksgiving Spankathon. Photo: Jux Lii

At times like this, “our duty to spank booty on Spanksgiving” is a pleasure to fulfill.

Bonobo Way book-spanking. Photo: Jux Lii

Boob-Spankings

Ogling Rhiannon’s bountiful natural boobs dangling over Christine’s pristine buttocks, I suggest that Rhiannon spank Christine with her pendulous knockers. This she does with great aplomb, exulting in being “the first time I’ve ever spanked anyone with my boobs!”

Boob Spanking in Boob-no-Boob-ville. Photo: Slck Rick

Like a puppy learning a new trick, Christine bounces up out of our laps and proceeds to boob-spank each of us as we turn our butts to the Womb Room ceiling.

It’s the Bonoboville Boob-Spanking Butt Bongo Conga Line!

Boob-Spanking the Butt Bongo Conga Line. Photo: Alex Willy

Of course, these boob-spankings don’t hurt a bit. Even Madam Raven Rae happily receives a boob spanking.

Happy Birthday Madam Raven Rae

And it’s Madam Raven Rae’s birthday! So we bring on the cake(s) and sing to this beautiful goddess who has graced us with her sexy presence for so many joyous shows and occasions (including a starring role in 3 Ways to Live Like a Bonobo).

Happy Birthday Madam Raven Rae, with Bonobo Love from Bonoboville. Photo: Alex Willy

She reminds us that she will be at Mistress Cyan’s annual Holiday Slave Auction on December 8th at Sanctuary, possibly auctioning off Slave Winnie.

We give Madam Raven Rae a gift bag of birthday goodies, including a copy of The Bonobo Way, an Agwa shirt and a Cal Exotics strap-on dildo.

Cal Exotics Strap-On Bday Dildo. Photo: Alex Willy

Trump Turkey Gets Stuffed by Putin, the Raven & Rhiannon

We are pleased as pleasantly spiked punch to see the lovely Madam Raven Rae take off her skirt and put on the red and black strap-on which fits her slim form perfectly.

Rhiannon happens to be wearing a strap-on dildo too.  My, my, what a pair these two hot real-life MILFS with dicks make!

Putin surveys his bitch. Photo: Jux Lii

Now in comes the Trump Turkey, being led by Putin wearing his “Trump Is My Bitch” shirt. We put the raggediest old towel we could find over a stool and make the Trump Turkey bend over it, twisting his arm like a turkey wing. Then Putin forcefully pulls down his gross old underpants, revealing the naked Trump Turkey to be the sorriest looking slab of white meat ever to sit in the White House.  

Spanking the Trump Turkey for numerous sins. Photo: Jux Lii

We the Women of Spanksgiving 2017 spank that Trump Turkey (bravely played by Michael Q. Schmidt) with a passion that’s been boiling for over a year since the electoral dysfunction that brought this misogynistic, narcissistic, Nazi-loving, nuke-threatening, orange-feathered barnyard-mannered fowl to the highest office in the land.

After he’s been thoroughly spanked, Madam Raven Rae and Rhiannon take turns stuffing the Trump Turkey with their strap-ons. Of course, this white turkey meat is very dry. We don’t have gravy, but we do have Bacon Lube, which feels right, because while a Trump Turkey is more holiday-appropriate, the guy really is a pig.

Double-Stuffing the Trump Turkey from Both Ends. Photo: Alex Willy

“Now there’s a hog,” chuckles Capt’n Max as the unsightly tRUMP-masked meat-suit surrogate takes the punishment earned by the real commander-in-queef.

Stick it in his ear. Photo: Jux Lii

And no, he doesn’t deserve such a nice stuffing from such gorgeous MWDs (MILFs with Dicks), but Madam Raven Rae and Rhiannon are enjoying their strap-ons so much they just have to use them (sheathed with Glyde American Vegan Condoms, of course) for what the great Sex Toy God intended.

Rhiannon high-fives Madam Raven Rae as they double-stuff this Trump Turkey. Photo: Slick Rick

So yeah, the Trump Turkey gets double-stuffed, spanked and stuffed again in style on DrSuzy.Tv.

Birthday Cake Splosh

The cake is delicious, especially when licked off lovely nipples in a Birthday Cake Bonoboville Communion, aka splosh.

Madam Raven Rae licks her birthday cake up – Splosh Style – from Rhiannon’s nipples. Photo: Alex Willy

Madam Raven Rae takes the first licks of her cake off of Rhiannon’s big right nipple, then goes for Christine, as I dine on Rhiannon’s left teat.

Suddenly, like a devout parishioner possessed by the Spirit of Spanksgiving, she declares: “I have a food fetish! I’ve always wanted to have people eating food off me.”

“Like a Sushi Girl?” I ask, and Madam nods like an excited youngster, as Christine and Rhiannon help her off with her feathers and lace, and the Birthday Gal gets down to her almost-Birthday Suit, wearing nothing but the skimpiest black g-string.

Double-Licking “CakeGirl” (Madam Raven Rae). Photo: Alex Willy

“We don’t have sushi tonight, so you can be Cake Girl.” Dollops of cake icing smear her pink nipples, and we devour those cream-covered titties like hungry pussycats.

Food & Sex are two of the richest representations of LoVE. Photo: Slick Rick

Yum!

She Bad! We Stuffed!

Naturally, one of the great Songs of Spanksgiving is “She Bad,” rapped by none other than Bonoboville’s Rapper-in-Chief, Ikkor the Wolf.

Ikkor the Wolf delivers “She Bad.” Photo: Jux Lii

No doubt, the many Puritans of different religions who have invaded this wild land and, often in the name of “God,” have raped and pillaged it beyond repair, would call the Women of Bonoboville—whether spanked or not spanked as kids, whether MFAs, Ph.D.’s, FemDoms or Pets—“bad.”  But their attempts to insult fail in Bonoboville, where we wear the label “bad” with the pleasure of knowing we’re pretty damn “good.”  As one of my heroines, Mae West, said, “When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m better.”

“Bad” is Better. Photo: Rick Slick

This is especially true when Ikkor the Wolf howls about it, getting all the well-spanked bad girls to dance and twerk around him, the four Naughty November Angels and the HipHop Prince of Spanksgiving.

The Spankings continue into the after-party when I spank Brigitte with a copy of The Bonobo Way that I then sign and give to her.

Another Bonobo Way book-spanking for naughty MILF Brigitte. Photo: Jux Lii

Give the Bonobo Way for the holidays! Give the gift of “peace through pleasure,” a humanity-saving message in this turbulent weather. Plus a portion of all proceeds goes to help save the real, highly endangered bonobos from imminent extinction.

After the spankings die down, the stuffings begin again, though this late round of stuffings goes on in the private areas both on and off-campus.

With Spanksgiving Milfs, the Bonobo Way & the Book of Medicine. Photo: Selfie

Capt’n Max and I certainly don’t shirk our sacred matrimonial “bootie duty”; spanking and stuffing throughout the holiday weekend, staying in the pink to chase away the holiday blues of genocide, ecocide, consumerism-gone-mad and Trump.

Beat Trump! Photo: Rick Slick

Seasons Beatings and to all a good spank!

Spanked and Stuffed, the Bonobo Way. Photo: Selfie

Thanks to Our Volunteers: Videographers: Michael Sullivan; Khristian Abasolo; Photographers – Jux Lii; Alex Willy, Slick Rick,  On-Campus Bonobos – Abe Perez, Camille Rosebud, Mita Altair, Harry Sapien, Jay Red, MarsFX, Clemmy Cockatoo, Ana & Miguel. 

© Nov 25, 2017. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.

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by Dr. Susan BlockF

This year marks the golden anniversary of Deep Throat—the erotic, ironic, iconic 1972 movie that, for many, personified the Sexual Revolution in America.

Deep Throat gave the world a taste of Porno Chic with a Big Gulp of Free Speech, followed by a bubbly chaser of U.S. politics mixed with presidential scandal, spiced with make-love-not-war fervor, spliced with sex-positive feminism and diced with pungent controversies; leaving a complex aftertaste that still lingers five decades later.

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Part 1
WATCH “DEEP THROAT does the LAEMMLE” featuring Dr. Susan Block, Gerard Damiano, Jr., Christar Damiano, Nina Hartley & Herschel Savage
+Excerpts from the original DEEP THROAT

It’s all shaken up into a flavorful 50th anniversary tasting tour courtesy of Gerard Damiano, Jr. and Christar Damiano, devoted son and daughter of Deep Throat auteur/director Gerard Damiano. The world tour honors their father’s seminal (in every sense of the word), cinematic creation-cum-pop culture sensation that shocked and seduced the nation—not always in that order.

Director’s cut screenings have been playing throughout this golden anniversary in theaters, festivals, clubs and other venues around the globe.  All of Deep Throat’s quirky scenarios, jingle-happy soundtrack and explicit, unexpurgated sex scenes in their full-on, glorious, notorious, 4K-restored clarity and color can be seen on the big screen once again.

Down the hatch!

Not that it all goes down easy or creamy. Some aspects of Deep Throat are tough to swallow.

This is, after all, the movie that launched a thousand protests—ranging from the raging Religious Right to the anti-porn feminist “Left,”  from Chicago Sun-Times film critic Roger Ebert to Memphis, Tennessee’s “smut”-smiting prosecutor Larry Parrish, from “liberal” New York City Mayor John Lindsay to “conservative” U.S. President Richard M. Nixon, as well as the FBI, the NYPD, Charles Keating, the Meese Commission and many more. Over the years, a myriad of people, organizations and political movements have tried to shut down, shut up and choke off Deep Throat.

That’s one reason why the Damianos arranged post-screening “talkback” panels at every venue, featuring experts of different kinds from Golden Age adult stars to 21st century “intimacy coordinators.”

I was honored to accept their invitation to moderate the panels at the two Los Angeles venues, though moderating a discussion about something so immoderate as Deep Throat has its challenges. I brought my riding crop just in case I needed to discipline a panel member (kidding—I just brought it for fun).

Part 2
WATCH “DEEP THROAT does 910 WeHo” featuring Dr. Susan Block, Gerard Damiano, Jr., Christar Damiano, Erin Tillman, Lux Lives, Amber Lynn, Veronica Hart, Max Lobkowicz & Rhiannon Aarons +Excerpts from the original DEEP THROAT

Having broadcasted shows live from “The Deep Throat Sex Scandal” (the play by David Bertolino) and “Harry Reems Tribute” in 2013, and having been interviewed for the E! True Hollywood Story’s “Linda Lovelace” episode in 2000—AND having actually seen the movie in a theater circa 1978—I felt prepared. Little did I know how deeply we would go into the sometimes bizarre, controversial and culturally insurgent qualities of Deep Throat.

The first LA screening was held at the venerable, old Laemmle Royal Theater in West LA, and the second at the kink-positive, new 910 WeHo Center in West Hollywood, owned and operated by the courageous and congenial Tom Hoffman.

There was supposed to be a third venue, the Frida Cinema in Santa Ana. However, controversy reared its scandalous head as the Frida canceled its scheduled screening just over a week prior to showtime due to outrage expressed by anonymous “community” members. The reaction was so “swift and severe” that no amount of “talkback” would moderate the “pushback.” Or so said Frida Management—that is, the same person who had originally, and quite enthusiastically, scheduled the screening—as they apologetically but resolutely canceled it.

Funny how censorship, bans, deactivations, complaints and cancellations are so often based on anonymous outrage.

However, the show must go on, and on it went at the two remaining So Cal venues, with flash and panache, as befits the subject. Swinging Seventies nostalgia was in the air. Golden Age porn stars, most of whom had worked with Damiano and all of whom adored him, strutted across the red carpets, including Nina Hartley, Veronica Hart, Amber Lynn, Christy Canyon, Keisha, porn power couple Luc Wylder and Alexandra Silk (who are also making a film about the tour), “Naked John,”  Golden Age porn star/director Gloria Leonard’s granddaughter Nai’a, and the legendary Herschel Savage.

RIP Herschel Savage

Sadly, though Mr. Savage seemed ageless at this event, he passed away suddenly just four months later. Star of another classic, Debbie Does Dallas, (graphic descriptions of which helped make Ronald Reagan’s “Meese Commission” Report a best-seller), as well as the lesser-known Satisfiers of Alpha Blue, directed by Gerard Damiano, Herschel was a trained Broadway actor who studied with renowned Stanislavski “method” teachers, Uta Hagen and Stella Adler, before doing Debbie, and he went on to become one of the world’s first and biggest adult stars.

RIP Herschel Savage, née Harvey Cohen, November 25, 1952 – October 8, 2023.

However, that night a very much alive and reflective Herschel joined the rest of us to commemorate one of the most groundbreaking American films ever made… which happened to be about blowjobs.

Of course, Deep Throat was (and still is) not just *about* blowjobs. It also actually showed these blowjobs, as well as cunnilingus, doggy-style, reverse cowgirl, orgies and more—close-up!—on the big screens of major movie theaters throughout the greater U.S. of A.

Talk about a cinematic sexual revolution!

Many audiences were thrilled to partake in an adults-only group sex–watching experience that—with the right crowd—was like a rock concert, love-in and midnight screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show (to be released a few years later in 1975) combined, creating a palpable sense of “communal ecstasy”… with a hat tip to the late great Barbara Ehrenreich’s not-so-kinky concept of “collective joy.”

No, Deep Throat wasn’t as spiritual as Woodstock (1969), though you could say they were both “dirty”… in different ways.

Of course, other Deep Throat audience members (perhaps with the wrong crowd) were more shell-shocked than thrilled, wondering what in hell they were watching… genitalia as big as a house?!?

Well, a tiny house; but still, this was big-screen, wide open-to-the-public entertainment, and the public ate it up like ice cream after a tonsillectomy.

From the movie’s initial release in 1972 to its vast dissemination in ’73, through Watergate and the socially liberal Jimmy Carter years, right up until the invention of the VCR in the late seventies that led porn out of the big theaters (and even most small theaters) and into private bedrooms, the 1970s was the decade of Deep Throat.

It was “the film that brought the country to its knees.”  Whether you loved it or hated it, even if you’d never seen it, everyone knew—and still knows—“Deep Throat.”

Gerard, Jr. and Christar Damiano with Dr. Susan Block at the Laemmle Theater for the 50th anniversary screening of Deep Throat. Photo: Mose de Pena

It was so popular, so catchy and so outrageous, “Deep Throat” became a household term. Whether or not the people in these respectable, middle-class households actually saw the flick or practiced the act is unknown. What is known is that the words “Deep Throat” penetrated their consciousness via their trusted late-night companion Johnny Carson’s winking wisecracks, the insider patter of Truman Capote and breathless glimpses of Jackie O, not to mention Martin Scorsese, Barbara Walters and Frank Sinatra (not-so-discreetly) slipping in and out of a Pussycat Theater for an afternoon screening. Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-in laughed about it. Ralph Blumenthal of the New York Times dubbed it “porno chic,” and “Deep Throat” became a part of the lexicon. Everyone wanted to experience it, wear it, practice it, or at least see what it was.

Whether or not it was the flagship film of the Sexual Revolution, Deep Throat was a cinematic symbol of erotic liberation. Americans were coming out of their fallout shelters as well as their closets. People—especially young people—wanted to make love, not war.

“It was the Age of Aquarius,” Herschel Savage recalled on our Laemmle panel, “People wanted to be free, and Deep Throat was a part of being free.”

How’s that “freedom” going these days?  “Well,” Herschel confessed, “as fast as we moved forward, we’re now being pulled back, so people really can’t be free.”

It wasn’t just Free Lovers and hipsters who made this little low-budget skin flick a sensation. Even cranky conservatives like Bob Hope joked about it: “I thought ‘Deep Throat’ was a movie about a giraffe.” Cue the eyeroll.

And then, most historically, there was politics. In an effort to court and spark his precious “silent majority,” U.S. President Richard M. Nixon—as conservative as Bob Hope with an equally extravagant nose for “smut” (rhymes with slut)—vowed to go after the scourge of pornography, embodied by Deep Throat.

However, Nixon’s anti-porn crusade didn’t kick off as planned. In fact, his own Presidential Study on Obscenity and Pornography found that smut actually didn’t do much harm to adults. So, Tricky Dick declared the report “fake news” (or its 1970s equivalent) and pronounced the committee (mostly Lyndon B. Johnson appointees) “morally bankrupt.” He chose a new committee leader: prominent Catholic, pro-censorship, anti-smut crusader and “Citizens for Decent Literature” founder Charles Keating—his reputation as a censor to be later eclipsed by his conviction as a swindler.

Then, in a sublime stroke of cultural karma, Washington Post managing editor Howards Simmons is said to have chosen “Deep Throat” as the codename for the Watergate informant who provided “deep background,” later revealed to be Assistant FBI Director Mark Felt. As described in All the President’s Men, Watergate’s “Deep Throat” exposed Nixon for being a common criminal (in addition to being a war criminal, like most U.S. Presidents), forcing him to resign in disgrace.

More than a few holes have been poked into Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein’s made-for-Hollywood Watergate story, but one fact remains:

Tricky Dick tried hard to shut down Deep Throat, but “Deep Throat” took down Tricky Dick.

Or you could say, it swallowed him up.

No doubt, Deep Throat was as integral to early 1970s American pop culture as tie dyed bell bottoms, peace signs, The Joy of Sex, hippies, Yippies and Andy Warhol. But it was deeper than that. Out of Deep Throat arose a voice of sexual freedom, ringing like the Liberty Bell through the conformist, conservative, Eisenhower era fog, a clarion call to sexual revolution, revelation, exploration, recreation (as opposed to procreation), sharing, healing, fun and love—in the midst of a blatantly horrible war in Vietnam. Through movie theaters, courtrooms, bedrooms, ballrooms, backrooms and in the highest halls of American justice, it rang and sang its make-love-not-war freedom song.

For 50 years (and counting), that song of sexual freedom has been celebrated, followed, employed and enjoyed, as well as challenged, strangled, suppressed and repressed, but it was never completely silenced.

Gerard Damiano, Jr., Nai’a, Amber Lynn, Dr. Susan Block, Veronica Hart and Christar Damiano at the “Deep Throat” 50th annivesary screening at 910 WeHo. Photo: Rickey Morgan

Other Damiano films, like The Devil in Miss Jones (which Roger Ebert actually liked) may be more artistically refined, but Deep Throat was a zeitgeist phenomenon. It was also a porno miracle. Here was a little $24,000 shoe-string skin flick made at Miami’s Voyager Inn Motel playing to packed houses in some of the biggest theaters in the country, grossing $400-600 million. Its exact profits (of which the Damianos barely saw a dime) are shrouded in mob-imposed mystery, but in a capitalism-driven movie industry where bigger is better, Deep Throat was HUGE.

Deep Throat’s surprise success made an overnight sensation out of its leading lady, Linda Lovelace. The original “girl next door,” Linda played a sexually liberated, but orgasmically frustrated, woman whose psychiatrist—the great and hilarious Harry Reems as the quintessential white-coat parody, “Dr. Young”—discovers that her clitoris is located in her throat.

The good doctor then helps her to pinpoint it—in the interests of medical science and his patient’s relief, of course—with his dick. Like I said, it’s all about blowjobs.

It’s also a comedy. Linda’s oral technique may have been gag-free, but the film spouts more silly gags than a second-string Catskills comic. The running joke of Deep Throat is that a conventional male sexual fantasy that absurdly distorts women’s physiology in service of the ultimate male climax is actually real… at least in this one amazing woman.

The Kinsey Report, it wasn’t.

Nevertheless, Deep Throat did teach a lot of sexually clueless adults that women are capable of experiencing big, bell-ringing orgasms, usually via stimulation of the clitoris—which is never in the throat, but which can be difficult for the uneducated male novice—or even sometimes the female herself—to locate.

Moreover, for a film called “Deep Throat,” it certainly features a lot of cunnilingus, much more than most porn in the 1970’s… or in the 2020s for that matter. You can tell director Damiano had a real taste for the hitherto barely seen mysteries of the vulva.

Back then, porn was almost all made by “a handful of white men… for other men,” Gerard Damiano, Jr. pointed out on our 910 WeHo panel. Nowadays, adult material is far more diverse, much of it made by women, LGBT folks, people of color and all ethnicities and from many religious backgrounds (though most are “lapsed”), and across the full political spectrum.

Porn is watched by an even more diverse audience—from the amorous atheist to the devoutly religious, from the erotically educated to the sexually ignorant. Since Deep Throat opened, porn has become ubiquitous.

With Herschel Savage, Christar Damiano, Gerard Damiano, Jr. and Nina Hartley on the Laemmle red carpet for Deep Throat’s 50 Anniversary. Photo: Jux Lii

On the surface, Deep Throat was a movie about blowjobs—almost a “how to.” As Harry Reems’ Dr. Young patiently instructs, “Relax your muscles… Regulate your breathing to the movement of your head. “ But when you delve a little deeper (so to speak), it’s also about honoring recreational—as opposed to procreational—pleasure; your own, as well as the pleasure of others.

Consider the fact that the title activity—one of the more popular and “intimate”  recreational-not-procreational pleasures—was illegal in many states, even in private (until Lawrence vs. Texas in 2003), let alone on the big screen.

The growing Religious Right considered oral sex  to be “sodomy,” forbidden by God, even though 20 years before Deep Throat, the Kinsey Reports had found that about half of married women and over 60% of men had experienced oral sex (giving or receiving), and the great majority said they enjoyed it. By the 2010s, according to the National Survey of Family Growth, that number rose to 83% of men and 82% of women (married or single).

Erotic historian Camille Paglia attributed the 1970s rise in oral activities to seeing Deep Throat. “They saw it demonstrated on the screen, and all of a sudden it was on the map,” says Paglia. “Next thing you knew, it was in Cosmo with rules about how to do it.”

It’s also perfectly natural; our bonobo ape cousins love oral pleasures—maybe more than PIV (penis-in-vagina) sex—and so do many other nonhuman animals, such as dogs, cats or really any creature with a tongue.

Spoiler Alert: One of the film’s most memorable oral sex jokes is uttered by Linda’s roommate, played by Dolly Sharp, aka Helen Wood, another Broadway performer moonlighting in porn. Dolly lights a cigarette while perched on the back of a couch with a young man’s head bobbing between her open legs. She then looks down and inquires, “Mind if I smoke while you’re eating?”

But Deep Throat is more just than a mouthful; it’s about the sexual healing needed by all of the characters: patients, nurse and doctor. A new spin on the age-old medical fetish, the film drolly implies that sexual healing reduces tension and violence in humans—just as it actually does among bonobos.

Deep Throat panel at the Lammele Theater, including Dr. Susan Block, Gerard and Christar Damiano, Herschel Savage, Nina Hartley. Photo: Unscene Abe

Deep Throat also played a pivotal role in defining and defending America’s kinkiest founding principle, “the pursuit of happiness.” Indeed, the story of Deep Throat is that of a woman’s pursuit of her own erotic happiness.

Of course, that happiness is seen through the “male gaze.” Besides its auteur/director and mobster producers, Deep Throat was also shot by a man: Brazilian-born, crossover cinematographer, João Fernandes, aka “Harry Flecks.” However, from Linda’s opening drive (in Damiano’s own 1970 Fleetwood El Dorado Cadillac that Harry Reems drove from New York to Miami for the shoot) to her climactic ending, Damiano tried to present a woman’s point of view, which was rare in porn at the time.

He even hoped women might want to watch his film—which was also rare. In that endeavor, he succeeded beyond his wildest celluloid dreams. Not only did women watch Deep Throat, it was considered a hot “date movie” that many couples enjoyed together, breaking or at least bending the old sexist porno patterns… and other patterns.

In its own way, Deep Throat undermined misogyny, violence, hypocrisy, humorlessness, slut-shaming and other kinds of sexual shaming. It supported sex-positive feminism (before that was even a term), and the lovely and talented Linda Lovelace was its poster girl.

Alas, all was not as it seemed (is it ever?). Years later, Linda published a book (her third) entitled Ordeal. It was 1980. Rhinestone Cowboy Ronald Reagan was riding his reactionary Republican horse into the White House, and the integration of Church and State, along with the repeal of the Sexual Revolution and (eventually) the rollback of Vietnam Syndrome (that glorious natural aversion to war) was underway.

Times had changed. Porno was not so chic.

In her seemingly unassuming way, Linda assumed the position at the forefront of the anti-porn movement. Through Ordeal, she revealed that she suffered traumatic physical and emotional abuse, first from her mother, and then more severely at the hands of her ex-husband Chuck Trayner. Also acting as her “manager,” Chuck sounds like he was a cuckold who liked the race but couldn’t handle the pace… or his own jealousy.

According to some, Chuck the Cuck craved the cash and excitement of pimping his wife out in porn (having already done so in other, far less savory venues), but he also resented the star power and freedom from his control that Deep Throat gave her.

Deep Throat panel at 910 WeHo, including Amber Lynn, Gerard Damiano, Jr., Dr. Susan Block, Lux Lives, Erin Tillman. Photo: Moses de Pena

After Linda Traynor became Linda Lovelace, she divorced Chuck and got involved with choreographer David Winters who produced the parody Linda Lovelace for President (1975) with X and R-rated versions. It has some so-bad-its-good moments that try to satirize America’s post-Vietnam political system, but it was critically panned and bombed at the box office.

Her crossover dreams crushed, Linda tried to slip out of the limelight. She metamorphosed into Linda Marchiano, marrying cable TV installer Larry Marchiano, had two children and became a Born-Again Christian. It was years later, after her divorce from Larry the Cable Guy, that Linda revealed Chuck’s abuse.

As soon as she asserted her victimhood, Linda became a star again, but a totally different kind. Anti-porn feminists—most notably Gloria Steinem, Catherine McKinnon and Andrea Dworkin—jumped at the chance to cast blame upon the fledgling adult industry for Linda’s suffering, and *helped* her to express her grievances to larger audiences.

At the time, a struggle was re-emerging between opposing schools of feminism. There were the sex-positive feminists, like my mentor, the late great Dr. Betty Dodson, as well as journalist Ellen Willis and former ACLU president Nadine Strossen. And there were the anti-sex feminists like McKinnon, Dworkin, Steinem and Women Against Pornography, a.k.a. WAP, which, ironically, was pretty much the opposite of Cardi B’s WAP.

Taking Linda Lovelace (now Linda Boreman) under their wing, WAP rebranded this former poster girl for the Sexual Revolution into a poster girl for the dangers of porn. What better way to prove your righteousness than by converting the leading lady of the most famous adult movie ever, Deep Throat, to your anti-porn crusade? The mainstream media ate it up, this being their favorite kind of sex story—one accompanied by a hefty dose of horror and sanctimony.

Suddenly Linda was famous again. But this time, no one called her a slut or a whore (at least not openly). They called her a victim of porn.

Danny Wolf interviews Dr. Susan Block about Deep Throat history, controversy. Photo: Jux Lii

Of course, Reagan’s neo-Puritan posse jumped on the new “Linda Lovelace: Porn Victim” bandwagon. Indeed, they took the reins. In 1986, Reagan’s Attorney General Edward Meese brought Linda before Congress to testify about the evils of porn for his Meese Commission on Pornography. The Meese Report itself was criticized greatly for its shoddy research, lurid quality and reactionary recommendations.

Nevertheless, Linda’s apotheosis as the anti-porn avenging angel was complete.

Linda never said she was abused on the set of Deep Throat, but she did say Chuck privately abused her off-set. Thanks to McKinnon and Dworkin’s (and Meese’s) spin on her tragic story, it looked—and still looks—to many who don’t know the full, complex tale, as if Deep Throat was responsible for the abuse of Linda Lovelace Boreman.

According to Gerard, Jr., who spoke at length on this subject at both of our panels, the opposite was true. Linda was a victim of “domestic violence” at the hands of her husband, including at least one harrowing night in their room at the Voyager Inn. “From all accounts,” says Gerard, “he was a real asshole.” Chuck even admitted to hitting Linda, and both said they were in a consensual BDSM relationship (though it doesn’t seem to have been “affirmative enthusiastic consent” on Linda’s part). Chuck had also arranged for Linda to perform in some extreme film loops that included illegal acts long before the couple had even met Gerard Damiano.

However you spin it, asserts Gerard, Jr., Linda was not abused on the set of Deep Throat, and no witness has ever said that she was. He and his sister Christar should know as they were actually at the Voyager Inn Motel that week, though they were never on set; they were just kids and kept away from the filming.

Based on what they do know, the Damianos feel that Linda found freedom, along with a big bounce in self-esteem, in making Deep Throat. There was no “intimacy coordinator” on set; they didn’t even have a makeup artist. Nevertheless, Linda was treated like a star with a special “talent” by the cast, crew and eventually millions around the world.

But fame is often double-edged. At the Laemmle, Gerard mused that due to Linda’s tremendous and rather sudden Deep Throat success notoriety, she was sexually shamed, even as she was showered with honors. So, she longed for a post-porn “normal” life… which turned into an anti-porn life.

Soon enough, however, her love affairs with anti-porn feminism and Born-Again Christianity cooled down. On a side note, it’s always interesting (and infuriating) to see the ways in which these two seemingly opposite movements manage to find so much in common when it comes to sex.

No longer courted or controlled by rabid Reaganites or porn-loathing feminists, Linda revisited her abandoned adult entertainment career on her own terms (or tried to), posing as an erotic model and selling her signed posters at porn memorabilia shows. In our 910 WeHo panel discussion, Veronica Hart recalled that Linda’s agent called an adult video company where she worked, attempting to arrange for Linda to star in more XXX films. “Thank you, but we’re not interested,” Veronica remembered responding. “I could just see down the line that there would be a book about us. I feel bad about saying this, but some people just have to be the victims.”

Shortly after that, Linda Lovelace Boreman was killed in a terrible car accident.

Bouncing through life from abused child to battered wife to celebrated porn star to anti-porn feminist/Christian and then back to “porn-lite” modeling just before her tragic sudden death, Linda’s true story is quite complex. It deserves and receives our panels’ careful consideration during the Deep Throat talkbacks, but it does not lend itself to soundbites or memes. As a result, many people (most of whom have never seen Deep Throat) are under the erroneous impression that Linda Lovelace was abused on set and forced to perform nonconsensual sex acts in the film.

Erin Tillman, an “Intimacy coordinator” whose job it is to make sure that film performers are comfortable, addresses some of the Linda Lovelace controversies on the Deep Throat talkback panel at 910 WeHo, with Dr. Susan Block and Lux Lives. Photo: Jux Lii

Odd and inflammatory details, like a visible bruise on Linda’s leg in a non-sex scene, seem to be smoking guns. And then there’s the actual fake “gun.” Linda alluded to Chuck pointing a “.45 automatic eight shot” at her as she talked on the phone. Based on that, some have extrapolated that he forced her at gunpoint to make Deep Throat, though the Damianos and other witnesses say that is a “baldfaced lie.”

Unfortunately, the fact that the film contains a scene where one of Dr. Young’s psychiatry patients pretends to be a “burglar,” breaks into Linda’s apartment and holds a prop gun to her head (before they fall in bed and in love), has added to this morally panicked perception. “There it is!” the conspiratorially inclined might deduce, “the gun they used to force Linda Lovelace to do Deep Throat!”

“It’s a toy gun!” exclaimed Gerard, Jr., when asked about it at 910 WeHo.

“Nowadays they would never allow a gun, even a prop gun, on a porn set,” Nina Hartley pointed out on our Laemmle panel.

Other porn star memories emerged at 910 WeHo which complicate Chuck’s role as the villain of the story. Amber Lynn recalled that shortly after Linda divorced Chuck, he married and managed the career of the second most popular porn star of the early 70s, and its most famous crossover, Marilyn Chambers. Best known as the “Ivory Snow Girl”—pictured angelically holding a baby on a detergent box, captioned “99 & 44/100s % pure”—Marilyn shocked the clean laundry-lovers when she “crossed over” to star in Behind the Green Door (released shortly after Deep Throat) and Insatiable, among many other X-rated films.

“He was a bossy, kind of ball-buster guy,” remembered Amber, “and he always seemed to have the ability to hook up with the famous legendary superstars of the day.”

“When Marilyn came to shoot with us at VCA (Video Company of America),” recalled Veronica, “the first thing she did was call up Chuck. And the first day of shooting, Chuck was on the shoot to make sure that she was treated well.”

Most #MeToo activists would say that just because a guy treated one woman well doesn’t mean he didn’t abuse another, and they wouldn’t be wrong about that. As Erin Tillman the intimacy coordinator pointed out on our 910 WeHo panel, “people have a right to change their mind.”

“Yes, you can change your mind, but you cannot change the truth of what happened,” Amber replied. “What that person [Linda] did was reckless and it was wrong… and shame on her for doing it.”

In porn or out, relationships are never as simple as a soundbite.

Fetish performer Lux Lives reflected on how “Deep Throat and Linda’s whole journey mirrors the journey of feminism in the second half of the twentieth century…  This is a social problem, from which porn is not exempt. It’s not a porn problem. By blaming porn, you erase all of the domestic violence and consent issues happening in other areas of society, particularly in areas such as politics.”

Now, well into the 21st century, the “social problem(s)” of feminism and sexuality, domestic violence and consent show no signs of letting up.

Uncovering *the truth* about Deep Throat is like trying to pinpoint the meaning of the universe. There are a few facts and factoids, but there are many truths, some of which conflict, which is another reason why this controversial and quirky little porno-that-could is such a durable piece of history.

Years before I saw the movie, I heard Mike Nichols and Truman Capote joke with Johnny Carson about Warren Beatty and Jack Nicholson defending Harry Reems, the star of Deep Throat, on trial in Tennessee for obscenity.

Obscenity?

Ha! The American War in Vietnam, nuclear weapons and cops killing protestors were the real obscenities to me. In comparison, a pop porno flick seemed harmless, if not chic.

Honestly, that’s how I still feel.

At the 910 WeHo screening, I reconnected with an old friend, Tony-award-winning actor Barry Miller who played Ralph in Fame and Bobby who fell (or jumped?) off the Brooklyn Bridge in Saturday Night Fever, among other great roles. Barry had just turned 18 when he talked his way into Beatty and Nicholson’s famous fundraising party for Harry Reems.

Dr. Suzy talks wtih Barry Miller at 910 WeHo (owner Tom Hoffman in the BG) before the Deep Throat screening. Photo: Moses De Pena

Whether they liked porn or not (and most of them liked at least some of it), Beatty, Nicholson, Miller and friends—such as Gregory Peck, Colleen Dewhurst, Mike Nichols and Ben Gazzara—were eager to defend a fellow actor, figuring it was a slippery slope, and they could be next.

After all, movies were movies. They involved actors performing roles on film, whether it was Deep Throat or Splendor in the Grass—the Oscar-winning Warren Beatty film debut that triggered another unforgettable Damiano title, Splendor in the Ass—starring Nina Hartley!

It was an odd, exciting and rather brief moment in cinematic history when porn was no longer hidden away in an adult “bookstore” and not yet banished to the bedroom, only to be watched in private on a VCR. Deep Throat and a handful of other X-rated films were playing in regular theaters, just like regular Hollywood movies. And if its star could be busted, so could they.

After all, it wasn’t long ago that all actors were considered prostitutes, at least metaphorically, if not in reality.

“Deep Throat was a monumental breakthrough in terms of censorship and sexual freedom,” recalled Herschel.

Meanwhile, its rather shallow detractors were determined to make an example of Deep Throat that would shut everyone else’s big mouth. “This is one throat that deserves to be cut,” declared New York Judge Giudice Tyler (presaging Republican Presidential candidate Ron DeSantis’ vow to “start slitting throats” in federal bureaucracy on his first day in power), as he found the defendant guilty.

Judge Tyler’s Throat-slitting decision was soon overturned, however, and Mayor Lindsay’s foiled fantasy plan to “Clean Up Time Square” metamorphosed into fantastic free PR for Deep Throat—not just in New York, but all over the USA.

Inch by inch and town by horny town, Deep Throat began to swallow up the country. It was a family affair… the Columbo Crime Family, that is, along with its offshoot, the shadowy, shady, deadly and remarkably proficient Perraino Gang.

Then it was the FBI’s turn to step in and legally choke off Deep Throat, busting everyone from the Perrainos to the projectionist to Harry Reems, and charging almost 120 people with “conspiracy,” though later giving Damiano and Lovelace immunity in exchange for testimony.

Memphis, Tennessee’s federal prosecutor and Harry Reems’ sadistic persecutor, Larry Parrish, also happened to be a Born-Again preacher. Parrish cast Reems as an “evil…demon” and scared his congregation—I mean, jury—into giving him a guilty verdict. For the first time in U.S. history, an actor was convicted for playing a role on camera. Lenny Bruce had been prosecuted in the 1960s for live performances by local authorities, but this was the U.S. federal government imprisoning an actor for acting in a film.

Maximillian Lobowicz, who had been prosecuted over 30 times in the 1970s for his work as a sex-positive magazine publisher, with Dr. Susan Block, at the Laemmle Theater for the 50th Anniversary of Deep Throat. Photo: Jux Lii

With the otherwise odious Alan Dershowitz representing him on appeal, poor, tormented, courageous, fun-loving Harry Reems was eventually acquitted of all crimes. However, his “ordeal” took a tremendous toll on his life and career.

But the film itself had a life of its own. Legal battles were fought all the way to the Supreme Court, even as multiple raids, arrests, theater closings and bans occurred. As soon as one theater was raided, another in the next town would show the film, and the people would line up for blocks to see it.

Almost anyone who joined those lines to see Deep Throat in a big theater in the Swinging Seventies has a tale to tell about it.  I was a little too young to see it (legally) when it was released, but thanks to the famed “Deep Throat” Watergate connection, I associated this forbidden film with the celebrated fall of Nixon and the end of the Vietnam War. Mix my teen crushes on Nicholson, Beatty, Che Guevara and Abbie Hoffman in my maleable mind, and Deep Throat seemed to me to be a vivid part of the “make love” half of the Make-Love-Not-War demonstrations that pushed Tricky Dick into pulling out—albeit messily—from a foreign country that we had no business penetrating.

How exactly “making love” related to making peace, I wasn’t sure. Over a decade later, I found some answers from humanity’s kissing cousins, the bonobo apes, who swing through the trees as well as with each other, and have never been seen killing each other in the wild or captivity. Quite a difference from our war-making common chimpanzee cousins or infanticidal gorillas… or us militant, bomb-dropping human apes. No wonder they call bonobos the “hippie chimps.”

Bonobos would show me “the Bonobo Way” of making peace through pleasure, female empowerment, male well-being, sharing resources and a kind of ecosexuality that some human hippies were exploring back in the ‘70s. Deep Throat was no hippie movie, but it was definitely in the making love (not war) camp.

Dr. Suzy tells the audience at 910 WeHo about her first time seeing Deep Throat. Video Photo: Luc Wylder

So, it was circa 1977 or 78. At the time, I didn’t know bonobos from bananas, but having just managed to graduate from that splendid, gilded jail called Yale, I yearned to swing free—erotically, psychedelically, politically and theatrically. I joined New England Commedia, a troupe of former Yalies and dropouts performing San Francisco Mime Troupe-influenced, anti-nuke, anti-capitalism takeoffs on Molière plays in parks and festivals; sometimes (depending on the festival), wearing nothing but body paint, inspired by the Living Theater. As a “day job,” I taught mime, art and revolution to “inner city” high schoolers, as part of President Jimmy Carter’s CETA jobs program (thanks Jimmy!).

Meanwhile, Vietnam Syndrome was in full flower, AIDs was as yet unknown and the sexual revolution was still swinging, when my date and I took our place in the long line snaking down Broadway and around York Street all the way to the Yale Law School from the local movie theater (the same one where we’d just seen Saturday Night Fever and Star Wars), now playing Deep Throat.

It looked like a fun date movie… and it was! Though not right away. At first, I was shocked. I’d heard about “porno movies,” but never actually viewed one before, though I’d seen some explicit scenes in an “Underground Film” class. I’d also experienced public nudity, from streaking through Freshman Campus to protest the War to acting in our local version of The Bacchae, as well as a fair amount of private sex, but that was usually in the dark, under the covers. Never before had my eyeballs been exposed to such well-lit genitalia filling a giant movie screen. And they were so hairy (except for the shaved Lovelace) and so wet—like something coming out of a jungle in a monster movie! I was flabbergasted that such beasts existed—let alone between my legs.

Soon enough, I relaxed. Some of the dialogue was funny, and the acting wasn’t horrible. The wet, hairy “beasts” turned out to be friendly, natural, human body parts enjoying themselves, and before long, I found myself enjoying this movie with its raw, *shocking* close-up sex, but also characters, jokes, a woman’s search for fulfillment and the enchanting concept of mutual sexual healing.

It wasn’t Saturday Night Fever, or Full Metal Jacket, or even the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but it was better than Star Wars, and it was kinky foreplay for my date—“shock and awe” with collateral orgasms.

And then there was the communal ecstasy. Some screenings might even include audience members spontaneously engaging in sex acts in their seats or the aisles. Lauren Boebert would have been right at home! It sounds corny if you’ve never experienced it (and even if you have), but making out with my date at Deep Throat, as other audience members made out with their dates felt like we were making a euphoric connection with our pre-Neolithic hunter/gatherer ancestors who probably shared this kind of relatively shame-free, bacchanalian activity on a regular (probably seasonal) basis, surrounded by fire-lit cave paintings that seemed to move, a precursor to motion pictures.

Before Deep Throat, almost all X-rated materials were drenched in shame, consumed by the testosterone-soaked “raincoat crowd” stealthily slipping in and out of seedy “bookstores” to sneak a peek at stag films, blue movies, loops and the like.

Deep Throat brought porn out in the open for “the people,” including women and couples, to enjoy, almost shamelessly, in a big room—all together now—with popcorn!

The communal ecstasy was short-lived, however. Within a few years, almost all X-rated content was pushed out of the cinemas and onto VHS tapes, then DVDs, then the Internet. The smartphone took porn out of the public theater—the cultural “commons”—and tucked it under the covers into spaces so private, they’re like solitary confinement (physically and emotionally) and even more steeped in shame and alienation.

No more communal ecstasy for you and your neighbors to share. Also, no more art.

Soon, bare profits took precedence over artistic aims, as porn’s stories and characters receded, and the genitalia—now shaved, waxed, tattooed or bejeweled—turned into the real stars of the show.  The physical sex became more extreme, as a hot clip is easier to make and generally sells more than a well-made movie where explicit sex is just part of a larger story. Though it could always come back, Porno Cinema has become a lost art.

As time goes on, fewer of us can remember those “Golden Years” when you could go to a big neighborhood theater to see an X-rated film, and possibly run into your co-workers, your neighbors, your boss or your mother-in-law, and it would be, for the most part, okay. Even sort of cool.

The coolness factor was an issue in both of our panels. On the Deep Throat credits, Gerard Damiano called himself “Jerry Gerard” because he thought that sounded more Hollywood-cool. When Deep Throat became cooler than Hollywood, he used his real name again.

Damiano sincerely believed erotica would get cooler, that porn was part of the revolution, that society would evolve to be more open-minded and loving, and it would become less taboo to see a naked body, to see sex as it is in life—more or less—in the cinema. He felt that eventually porn (as a separate genre) would become obsolete as all adult movies with romantic themes would contain an explicit sex scene or two, kind of like real life.

Of course, that’s not how it turned out; at least, not so far.

“My father would be shocked and amazed to see where we are today,” mused Gerard, Jr. Not only is porn itself not so “cool,” let alone revolutionary; porn isn’t even movies anymore. Capitalism killed porn movies because it’s so much cheaper to slap together what Gerard called “the one-day wonders, three in a weekend, cash in and go home,” making movies which are strictly sex acts, barely movies at all.

Moreover, all sexually explicit material—whether low-budget porn or high erotic art or life-saving sex education—is increasingly demonized by the Religious Right and the Politically Correct Left. Just before the screenings, META deactivated my own Facebook and Instagram accounts without warning, reason or recourse. This is happening to more and more of us every day. I’m taking Zuck the META cuck making mega bucks off our exploitation to arbitration (stay tuned), but the fact is censorship is on the rise again.

At the Deep Throat screening in Vancouver’s Rio Theater, protestors threatened to behead the Damianos and “burn down the theater with us inside of it,” said Gerard, Jr. “Some thought it was some kind of snuff film… and none had actually seen the film.”  This is what you’re up against when you’re born into porn, and you don’t reject your porn-producing parents as Satanic.

Fortunately, the Rio Theater stood firm behind the Damianos, no one was hurt, and the show went on. Ironically, just as the original Deep Throat protests generated media interest and free publicity, so do the current protests.

Nevertheless, the coolness factor is in remission.

Repression is on the rise. Social media is censoring more and more—and it’s not just pornographic images, but also erotic words, provocative phrases, “fake news” that disturbs the corporatocracy, anything pro-Palestine, controversial opinions and whatever gets you flagged, tips the algorithms or tickles a censor-bot. Books are being banned and burned. Sex educators are being fired and defamed as “groomers.” Sex therapists are being stigmatized and suppressed. Trans people are marginalized, threatened and harmed.  Sex workers are slandered and murdered.

On the political “other” side, the #MeToo movement, which has done a tremendous amount of good for many women—and men!—has also, in some cases, magnified the anti-porn feminists’ toxic demonization of male desire, including the kind which is depicted so juicily in Deep Throat.

“They’ve been after that movie and everything it stands for, for 50 years,” Nina Hartley observed on our Laemmle panel. “It was just too much for them… it’s called ‘erotophobia’.”

“Group Therapy” – Taking Bonoboville Communion with Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur: Dre Day, Dr. Suzy, Rhiannon Aarons. Photo: Jux Lii

Now “erotophobia”—an irrational obsessive fear of sex—is again in the vanguard, especially when it comes to playful, recreational sex such as we see in Deep Throat, as opposed to dutiful and even coercive, procreational sex like that of The Handmaid’s Tale and Matt Walsh’s wet-nurse dreams. Meanwhile, ammosexual Christian Nationalist House Speaker Mike Johnson’s “Covenant Eyes” are watching you.

As repression rises, so go our rights, especially women’s rights. Less than a year after Deep Throat premiered, the U.S. Supreme Court’s Roe vs. Wade ruling protected Americans’ right to abortion in every state of the union. Last year, the new, “forced breeding” fetish-obsessed Supremes stole that right from us. Now American women are being imprisoned for having abortions.

Speaking of those slutty-for-the-money Supremes, there’s a scene in Deep Throat that sheds light on an odd allegation against one of America’s most corrupt and hypocritical justices; and, in a broader sense, this country’s swing to the neo-Puritanical right.

Upon my recent viewing of Deep Throat (my first time in almost 45 years), I noticed a peculiar scene where the dark, bubbly contents of a Coca Cola can are poured onto (or into) a rather hirsute pubic region, and then sucked up through a long rubber tube. As I observed this bizarre, rather kinky and supremely silly activity, accompanied by a musical soundtrack very close to the actual Coke jingle—used without licensing, yet with no “cease and desist” from Coca Cola (that’s how cool Deep Throat was)—it occurred to me that U.S. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas’ notorious obsession with “pubic hair on a Coke can” (as recounted by Anita Hill from her time working for Clarence in 1981-83), may well have arisen from deep within his libidinous loins upon seeing this scene in Deep Throat!

Indeed, I bet that silly vignette has tormented Clarence “Long Dong Silver” Thomas all these past 50 years; and now he and his bitter erotophobic brethren are getting their neo-Puritanical revenge.

In a sense, they’re all taking revenge (especially the younger ones now learning history from PragerU) on Deep Throat, sex-positive feminism, the Joy of Sex, contraception, the Hippies, the Yippies, the draft-dodgers, the Flower Children, the Love-Ins, the Streakers for Peace, the Earth Day swingers, the No Nukes marchers and the whole Make-Love-Not-War Countercultural Sexual Revolution that bewildered their parents (and grandparents), enraged their priests and upset their capitalist owners who wanted them to get the hell out of bed and back to work.

Damiano almost called it The Sword Swallower, and everything would have been different if he had. But it was Deep Throat that opened 50 years ago, at a certain moment in time that seems so different from ours; but in basic ways, we’re just the same. We’re still human apes, we still obsess over sex, and we still need love (not war). Though now we’ve got perma war, genocide in Gaza, over 400 million guns in America, and going by the Internet, a lot more hate than love.

When Deep Throat parted its celluloid lips, America was engaged in a personal, sexual revolution that seemed—to some—intrinsically linked to the political, civil rights and anti-war revolution, when a day of protesting against the war in Vietnam might be followed by a night of erotic adventure, perhaps with fellow protesters, endeavoring to practice what we preached, to make love not war.

To paraphrase the meme misattributed to sex-positive feminist, anarchist Emma Goldman, this was a revolution we could dance to. And we did end that war, didn’t we?

“Make Love Not War” may no longer be chic, but I still believe in it, as well as try to practice it. I sometimes go with one of my favorite variants like “Make Kink Not War,” “Drop Bras Not Bombs” or “Make Like Bonobos, Not Baboons.” Or, to quote the movie’s happy ending: “Deep Throat to You All.”

With Gerard, Jr., and Christar Damiano, Capt’n Max, Dre All Day and Unscene Abe, pouring Agwa and Absinthe down our deep throats. Photo: Moses De Pena.

Chic, bleak or magnifique, Deep Throat was part of American cinematic, political and sexual history. In a world beset by perma war, murder, mayhem, Zionist apartheid and climate catastrophes, sexual history might seem trivial. Then again, perhaps if we had found a way to follow through on our natural human impulse to make love not war, we’d be in a very different, more livable world.

© November 22, 2023. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sexologist, 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. Email her at [email protected] and you will get a reply.

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Bill Gates, Catalina, Sexy Slapstick Videos, Dr. Susan Block, Yara Yum & Maya Goddess on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: L’Erotique

Length 1:29:40   Date: July 19, 2014

Usually, where sex is concerned, the cleaner the better. But sometimes, messy fun is the most fun. This show is a good example of that, exploring the fine art of food play, pies in the face, the “splosh” fetish, getting down and dirty, sucking whipped cream from the tips of big bananas and licking wet salt from the nips of beautifully bare and bodacious boobs.

The new prince of pie-sexuality is “The Piemaster,” calling in to DrSuzy.Tv live from Michigan to talk sploshing and treat us to a sampling of his “Sexy Slapstick Videos” of cute, mostly naked girls getting “responsibly” pied, doused in chocolate, slimed in lime cake batter and wading through syrupy muck. Even if you’re not a splosh fetishist (as most of us must confess we are not), these odd odes to erotic mess are amusing in that goofy, slapsticky, porn-klowny way. Watching ladies get creamed is strangely akin to seeing an over-the-top bukkake scene where the girl gets glazed by load after load of frosty white semen until she resembles a melted Zero bar.

What’s it all about? Different things for different splosh fetishists, but if you listen (click the link above) or watch until the end of the show, you can hear me guess the Piemaster’s personal secret: He’s a virgin. It’s no big deal, of course, but the audience gasps as the otherwise fast-talking 3.14-master stutters into a riveting admission that yes, he has not (yet?) had sexual intercourse with a woman. He prefers to see them get pied. You could say there’s a little anger issue baked into this cake. But hey, it’s better (much better!) than Elliot Rodger’s vile solution to his virgin question.

In fact, you could say that Mr. Piemaster is providing a service to both his members (including his own) and his models. Though getting a surprise pie in the face is supremely embarrassing (which is a big part of the thrill for the sadistic pie fetishist), it can also be empowering, especially when you know it’s coming and you’re getting paid to take it like a pro, as the Piemaster’s gals demonstrate, joyously and “responsibly” wallowing in plastic pools filled with gooey gobs of goop, like grown-up kids playing in brownie mix. Though, upon seeing all the ladies getting pie in their pies, I have to say it’s not healthy to get sugar in your vagina, especially if you’re prone to yeast infections (this is a “public cervix announcement,” with a tit tweak to Annie Sprinkle).

After seeing all those gals get pied, we need to see a guy, so we find a clip of Microsoft mogul Bill Gates getting a pie in the face—three times in a row!—while attempting to enter a building in Brussels in 1998. Of course, this is a deplorable, nonconsensual assault, but it didn’t hurt ol’ Bill, and it’s one of those gloriously satisfying moments of comeuppance to see that even a billionaire isn’t immune to getting creamed by the money shot.

Then, just as we’re feeling like we need to hose off, in come a couple of cute, bubbly and jiggly gals, the petite, voluptuous (34DD natural) and mellifluous (lovely singing voice) Yara Yum and her gal pal, statuesque sexpot Catalina, whom we met at the Last Show at the Old Speakeasy. Since both were raised Catholic, and Catalina once had a wicked crush on a handsome priest, these gals are game for a good, messy, salty, titty–licking Bonoboville Communion. Our new executive assistant general manager, Maya, joins in, and all give their Mexicana Seal of Approval to our Bonoboville Communion drink of choice, dangerously delectable Dirty Tequila.

We also get messy with whipped cream and bananas, taking several calls from horny guys looking for fun (clean or dirty) including Brandon from Brooklyn who’s so afraid to “get messy,” he has a tough time ejaculating, David from Great Neck who has a tough time not ejaculating when told to imagine his 9 ½ inch Greak Neck thrusting between Yara’s lovely 34DDs, and heavy-breathing Brad from LA who ejaculates a personal Mount Vesuvius dedicated to “Mayyyaaaaaa!!!”… his new DrSuzy.Tv crush.

All this good clean, messy fun is a nice contrast to the seriousness of last Saturday’s show, an indictment of the #1 movie in America right now, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, for its defamation of bonobos, and a coup for the newly formed Bonobo Anti-Defamation League as well as my scheme for a genuinely different kind of sequel, Planet of the Bonobos. You saw it here first, then in Counterpunch, then the LA Times linked to it. Everybody’s talking about it, going bonobos and a little bananas. Hopefully all this hooting and hollering is getting folks to give up enough money shots to help save our kissing cousins from extinction. Lola ya Bonobo and the Bonobo Conservation Initiative are a good place to start.

Interestingly, bonobos love to combine food and sex, two of the richest representations of love, and when your feast becomes an orgy, you’re bound to make a mess. So splosh on… and join Bonoboville! It’s sex-positive, bonobo-supportive and everything you could want in one cool community. It’s currently in beta and a bit messy, so come on in and muck around with us until we get it right.

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Sex Across America on DrSuzy.Tv: Scott Smith, Tina Romantica, Alexandra Silk with Pocket Rocket, Dr. Susan Block, Luc Wylder, Zen Doggie, Cici. Main Photo: L’Erotique. Inserts: Robin Williams & Koko, Christian Mann, Mike Brown, Lauren Bacall and Neil deGrasse Tyson (in the sky).

Length 1:44:44   Date: Aug. 16, 2014

From Ferguson to Washington, murder and mayhem are heating up the land, much of it committed by officers sworn to protect and serve their communities, but too often behaving like military forces in enemy territory complete with combat gear and tanks in the street stoking the flames of discontent.

What to do? It’s complicated, of course, but the only real, viable antidote to hate is love, and the most effective remedy to all this violence across America is “Sex Across America.” That also happens to be the name of the pet project and passion of my featured guests on this show, porn star power couple (married 14 years), AVN Hall of Famers and one of the most loving, community-oriented, dynamic duos I know, Alexandra Silk and Luc Wylder.

Alexandra, a.k.a. Alex, a.k.a. Silky, is probably best known for her iconic role as the saucy “bailiff” on Playboy TV’s Sex Court (swear on her bubble butt to tell the truth!). “All rise” indeed. Raised in an orthodox Jewish home, she rose to the top of the porn industry without her devout family even knowing what she does. Truly bonoboësque in form and spirit, Silky loves to get naked and play… and squirt! We start this live broadcast with a clip from her virgin DrSuzy.Tv appearance in the Porn Star Penis Dialogues after-party when she squirted all over the Speakeasy bar! By the end of this show, I’ve got her gushing again, and this time her fragrant Holy Water soaks a towel with the American flag; now that’s what I call Sex Across America! This show is streaming in more ways than one. Not only is Silky a sex bomb, she’s also a certified sex surrogate, and she exudes a very special warmth and genuine empathy, like the real bonobos, channeling her effervescent sexuality into giving pleasure and helping others.

Luc is a gentleman and a gentle man, the Dom in their D/s relationship, whose solidity gives his hot wife the freedom to “go bonobos” without shame. Luc is now celebrating the rise of his adult video company Fallen Angel to the top of Adam & Eve’s most popular list. His biopic of Christian Mann, the last in-depth interview given by the late great porn industry maven before he died, was the highlight of Mann’s recent memorial gathering. “If a terrorist wanted to take out all the leaders of adult entertainment, they could have done it right there,” Luc points out.

Yes, death with a capital D keeps rearing its heavy head in between all the light fun and sweet sex on this show. We bid adieu to a few other people we know, as well as folks the media makes us feel like we know, watching Robin William’s amazing conversation with Koko the Gorilla and Laura Bacall giving new meaning to the term blow job. I say farewell to my eldest cousin Bobby Alper, the first of my generation of cousins to go. And we mourn Michael Brown, the unarmed teenager shot and killed by Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson for what appears to be no good reason at all.

Of course, death isn’t always a bad thing. For instance, Luc gives us the scoop on how the unrealistic, potentially lethal-to-the-California-porn-industry statewide condom Bill AB-1576 just died in committee. Thank god and the goddess that the lubricated rubber of reason cockblocked this legislation in the California Senate, for now…

Back to life, sex and fun: Luc does non-alcoholic Bonoboville Communion from Silky’s ample naturals. Then Silky drops to her knees and crawls across the floor to take hers from my clit! I reward her with a Doc Johnson Pocket Rocket (Drop Pocket Rockets, Not Patriot Missiles!) that she proceeds to ride to the sexual moon.

With 15 minutes to go, Raw Vegan Slave Goddess Cici joins the mini-orgy, along with her friends, tantric energy healer Scott Smith of “Sex Positive Ventura” and the mysterious amrita-spraying MILF, Tina Romantica. After a bared boobalicious Dirty Tequila-infused Bonoboville Communion, Scott demonstrates his fingering technique on a very juicy Tina who squirts all over her chair, as Silky keeps gushing over my hand. With all the Holy Water shooting and dribbling over the terrycloth stars and stripes, it’s very WET Sex Across America indeed. Stream DrSuzy.Tv to see what I mean by “streaming” or watch from Bonoboville when you join.

More Shout-Outs to…

Dr. Betty Dodson: Turns out that one of the stars of Sex Across America taught me to have my first orgasm at age 19. Well, she is the Godmother of Masturbation…

Candida Royalle: Another key Sex Across America player, recently censored by Facebook, is now making a biopic about her life as Golden Age porn star and pioneer erotica director.

Condomania: Even though it’s good to hear Bill AB-1576 went down, whether you’re going down or in, we advocate condom use whenever there’s any doubt as to the health of your partner or sterility of your sex toy, and Condomania has all the best condoms.

Woodhull Freedom Alliance: Hope you’re having a great Summit supporting sexual freedom!

CatalystCon: Never been to one of these, but Luc invited me and it’s right in LA, so maybe I’ll be going this year, which means maybe you should go too!

Neil deGrasse Tyson: Great meeting one of my media heroes at Friday night’s Emmys party! I was starry-eyed… He was starry-tied… From Cosmos to bonobos, kudos to Dr. Tyson for standing up for science on the likes of Fox-TV!

#JewsandArabsrefusetobeenemies: This is the only side we have any interest in being on in the horrendous Holy Land situation. Let’s stop the killing and have more SEX Around the World. Let’s disarm ourselves through our natural, bonoboësque lust for the stranger, a.k.a., the “enemy.” Let’s give peace, through pleasure, a chance. Amen and Awomen.

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Too $hort in Tha Speakeasy with Bonnie Rotten, Too Short, Dr. Susan Block, Maya Hills, Prince Yahshua. Photo: Jux Lii

Length: 95:13 minutes        Date: 01/28/2012  Free PG pix here!  X pix and video at DrSusanBlock.tv

It gets gangstah raw up in my Womb Room as we welcome Oakland’s own Rap University Dean of Pimpology—Too $hort. In his honor, several of the hoochies get hella hyphy—not to mention, naked.  Then the strippahs wrap around the pole as the gangstahs rap about their holes.

Featured Guests

Too $hort: After his long awaited first time arrival to get his digs into the Womb Room dugout, we womb-warmly welcome Pimp Prince of Rap, the one and only Too $hort, even if he is almost Too Late. Promoting his new album NoTrespASSing (drops 2/28/12) and deliciously nasty, booty-shaking new song “Money on the Floor,” Shawt Dawg fits right into the Speakeasy scene of ethical debauchery.

Joslyn James: After pleading the Fifth about her private relations with our feature guest whom she fondly calls “Todd,” she credits his music for helping her to bring out the ho in the horny housewife she was before finding freedom through divorce. Unfortunately for all, Tiger Woods’ former Hole-in-One keeps her huge fake boobs in lock-down during the show, though she deigns to wear some 911 panties for the Panty Boy Collection, and cuts loose with a rapper or two in the after-party.

Stevie Shae: A virgin to the Womb Room, this Bay Area blonde packs her sleek but bouncy little ass into a tiny, tight red dress. She may have spent part of her youth on a horse ranch in Iowa, but now she’s getting naked hyphy on stage, stripping off the red dress to reveal her peace sign tattoo and beautiful body, then donning Munkeybarz for easy handling.

Prince Yahshua:  Another RadioSuzy1 virgin, the prince is founder of Silverback Entertainment.  Though my best friends are the bonobos, I also love big gorillas.  The prince is a little too shy to strip down and get busy with the babes onstage (maybe next time!), he does demonstrate the use of the Munkeybarz on Stevie and bounces me on his leg (not that leg!) in time to “Cocktales.”

Bonnie Rotten:  Beyond bad ass and barely legal, bodacious Bonnie is back again on RadioSuzy1, but this time she’s married to Jack Spade! Well, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas… Her favorite Shawt Dawg jam is Blow Job Betty, possibly because she makes an excellent Blow Job Bonnie. Bonnie proves herself a true pole dance prodigy by turning some hot-as-hell pole tricks.

Joslyn James, Lil Uno, Stevie Shae, Bonnie Rotten, Too $hort, Dr. Suzy, Maya Hills, Prince, Yahshua, Vanessa Blake, YunGee. Photo: JuxLii

Vanessa Blake: Brand new to the Speakeasy, this Silverback girl is from the OC, so we name “California Girls” her Too $hort cut. Yup, she gets that dime-piece treatment every where she goes. The Cali flavor all the real players know…

Maya Hills: We welcome our favorite part-Siberian porn star back to the warmth of the Womb Room, now a sweet strawberry blonde, as she does a tit-illating striptease pink-panty dance for our guest of honor, Señor Short.

King Kaseem: Back at tha Speakeasy with the fro that all the white girls love, he gives props to his favorite Too $hort jam, “Tops Down.”

Lil Uno is here for his second week in a row of RadioSuzy1 action, having dubbed the Speakeasy “Orgyland” after Eros Day XIII.  This emcee of The Pack and nephew to the Shawt Dawg, is a self-proclaimed minute man—and the true hoes love him for that—no shame in his game.

Yung Gee: This  nu skool G is the blood cousin of Lil Uno and brand new at penetrating the Womb Room.

Tweeters:

Brad wants to masturbate for Stevie or Joslyn. Go ahead, Brad!  In Too $hort’s words, you should be “Getting’ It”…

Haley wants and gets some Too $hort jams

Panty Boy wants and gets Joslyn’s 911 panties.

Weapons of Mass Discussion:

Amen & Awomen, Cold World Outside the Hot Womb Room, Life is Too Short to Wait Too Long for Mr. Too Late, So Let’s Get This Party Started, Professor of Pimpology, Tight Spaces, Gorillas Have Harems of Bitches But Bonobos All Be Fuckin’ like Bitches, Going Fist Deep, Anal, Hyphy Sound, Being Educated About Anal During Divorce, Total Ape Shit Show, Munkey-Barz Good for Thrusting with Disabilities, Human Ingenuity Applied to Sex, TJ Cummings, Being Naked to Dance, Getting Married in Vegas at Age18, Being in Love, Not Being Tied to one Person, Talking About Too $hort in his Absence, Gangstah Boy Scouts, Familia, Balls Are Awesome, Debating the Value of Balls, Barely Legal Brides Are the XXXmas Present that Keeps on Giving, Milk-n-Cookie Freaky Tales, Real Pimp Ain’t Afraid to Ask, Cancer Is not a Ho–It’s a Bitch, Fuck that Bitch, The Ho Who Don’t get Paid Is a Slo, Hookers Who Slang Pussy, Obama Is the Number One Hooker, Missing the Obama Bus, Neck-n-Neck Tie Between Hookers & Porn Stars, Girls who Fuck for Money, Porn Girl Gettochological Debate, Douching, Bonobos Go On & On & I Don’t Understand How They Last So Long, Tantric Sex Practicing Bonobos, Monkey Pimps, Bonobo Porno, Fingering Their Own Asses at the Zoo, Sexually Aggressive Females Are Bonobo at Heart, MILF Stories, NoTrespASSing with Emphasis on the Assing, Hustler Models, Making Squirt Appearances,  Climbing to the Top of the Golden Gate Bridge, Nancy Reagan’s Blowjob Abilities, Hyphy is Getting Hyper to a Beat, Before Hyphy it was Hifi, Blowing the Skin Flute on the Monkey Bars, Black People Time, Rapper Time, Gangsters & Strippers, Bitches, Bee-yatch!

Performance Erotica:

Getting Hyphy, Pimping Purple, Booty Modeling In G-String Panties & Out of G-String Panties, Babes from the Bay Got Back, Monkeys Coming Out, Beautiful Bitches & Cranky Hoes, Getting on the Pole, Pretty Peace-sign Tattoo on the Groin, Shaking the Monkey for Me, Monkey Bar Demonstration, Spider Web Booby Dance, Married Pole-Wrapping Polecat Extraordinaire, Tiny G-string,  Finding Cocktails (the Song, but Also the Drink), Picking Toys from Adult Play Parlor, Prude Editorial Assistants Snatching Birthday Power Toys, Contemplating Which Toy to Stick up the Ass,  Birthday Cake, Birthday Boob Flashing and Sucking, Birthday Cake Boobs, Saving it for Too $hort, Blow that Shit, Too $hort’s Almost Too Late Arrival, Bubbles, Best Dick Sucking Vote, Salted Nipple Action, Spilling on the Guest of Honor, Sitting Between Two Hunks, Not Recognizing Joslyn with her Clothes off, Eskimo Pie, Screaming Lyrics,  Sitting on Daddy’s Lap, Puffin’ on Stage, Pussy Poppin’, Eskimo Pole Dance, Droppin’ it Low, Showing Too Short the Eskimo Pussy, Switching out Multiple Spiffs while Documenting the Too $hort Titty Sit-in, Shout outs to the Bay, Saving the Pink Thong Pussy Tester for Last, Suzy sporting the Dong and the Th-Th-thong-thon-thong, Keeping the Pants off, Mentioning Occupy, Spilling Syllables like Pornographic Parables on the Mic, A Bitch That’s Really a Sexy Boss Bitch, Showing the Growing Bush,  Pimp-Handling of Photographer Boobs, Calling Out Shy Girls, Panty Sniffing, Sexologist-Powered Monkey Rocker

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Kink Month 2016 in BOOnoBOOville: A Basket of Adorables! Photo: Anthony Ortega

Length 1:46:20 Date: October 1, 2016

by Dr. Susan Block

Happy Kink Month, Brothers and Sisters! In case you haven’t heard the word, October is “Kink Month,” as The Stockroom, in its infinite marketing wisdom, has declared. Therefore, it being October 1st, we kick off Kink Month in BOOnoBOOville and throughout the wondrous witchy cosmos with a Kinkster dance, kink-positive talk and an ultra-kinky Bonobo Way book-spanking or three.

It’s all in the autumnal spirit of darkness descending and adventure rising, whirling like a devilish dervish around Halloween revelry, roleplay and just plain playing (consensually, of course) with fear as an aphrodisiac. Not to mention buying lots of kinky paddles, padlocks, kink-positive books and piggie hoods from places like The Stockroom, as well as our own BlockBooks and Shopping Heaven.

Bonobo Way Book-Spanking for Kink Month 2016. Photo: Anthony Ortega

And no, Virginia, that doesn’t mean you can only get your kink on in October. You can be kinky as you wanna be any month, anytime. But just as May is Masturbation Month (thanks to the good folks at Good Vibrations and my dear friend Dr. Betty Dodson), February is Black History Month, March is Women’s History Month and June is LGBTQ Pride Month, so as to spotlight the subject and stimulate discussion, October is the month to open up your erotic closet and let your kink flag fly.

This is a key aspect of releasing your inner bonobo. And indeed, we “go bonobos” in this grand and free-ranging Kink Month Kick-Off featuring that high-intensity Bonobo Way book-spanking, boobalicious Bonoboville Communions, dancing to the beat and pervy lyrics of The Kinkster and serious, stimulating talk about how to kink up your listless sex life.

Sweet, Petite Goddess Godiva

A diverse array of guests exemplifying various levels of kink enter the Womb Room. First up on the broadcast bed is Goddess Godiva, a petite and kinky courtesan who loves turtles and other nonhuman (as well as human) animals, all decked out for Kink Month in a shiny black vinyl corset, g-string, lacy slip, thigh highs and high-heeled, steel-tipped booties. The vivacious and loquacious Godiva regales us with tales of the kink-hungry clients requesting her services for “Mommy” play and other discreet fetish games that they can’t or just would rather not play with their prime-mates.

Goddess Godiva studies before her kink test. Photo: Zane Bono

She also stimulates a few fantasies in DrSuzy.Tv viewers, lifting her slip to take a good Bonobo Way book-spanking, then stripping down to almost nothing to take Bonoboville Communion and then waterboarding, bonobo-style with Agwa di Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur (served up by Liz of Divinitys Beverage Service). Deliciously kinky!

Statuesque Lady Miguire

Next up is Lady Miguire, and when I say “up,” I mean that is where you have to look to see her pretty mischievous smile, because this lady, at 6’7” without high heels (!), towers over everyone except maybe Hasheem Thabeet.

6’7″ Lady Miguire. Photo: Zane Bono

Though she doesn’t play basketball, at least not on this show, m’Lady does let loose a mean arm-swing when walloping Jacquie Blu’s bare bottom with The Bonobo Way. She does it hard—probably too hard for most people, but that’s just the way kinky Jacquie likes it.

Lucky Jacquie gets a Kink Month thrashing. Photo: Anthony Orteqga

Fresh out of Stockholm, Lady Miguire calls herself a “Stepford Wife,” also playing mommy to many men (does that mean the perfect Stepford wife is your mom?), certainly making most of them feel like little boys.This Episcopalian-raised giantess in a blue and white polka-dot sundress graciously doffs her top to play Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl. Later, she ups the ante on Jacquie’s kinky paddling in the afterparty, rechristening her Jacqui-Black-and-Blu.

In the Shade of Miguire Tower. Selfie

Kinksters on the Verge of an Erotic Breakthrough

Lady Miguire’s lady-in-waiting, Goddess Ilain Pupo, also joins the Kink Month kick-off with a kick of her heels and a flounce of her Spanish-lacey shawl. A teasingly charming senorita, Ilain could be a character in Women On the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, and indeed she is a fan of her fellow kinky Spaniard Pedro Almodóvar’s films.

Goddess Ilain & Lady Miguire explore kinks on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Sarah Bella

Ilain also enjoys reading French philosopher Georges Bataille, whom I paraphrase (from The Bonobo Way) when philosophizing about “kinky” or forbidden fruits being the sweetest and most erotic in all post-agricultural human civilizations, despite or because of their taboo nature.

Goddess Ilain gets Waterboarded, Bonobo-Style. Photo: Anthony Ortega

Goddess Ilain does more than philosophize, showing off her lovely boobs, giving and receiving Bonoboville Communion with panache, despite (or perhaps because of) her semi-devout Spanish Catholic, post-Franco upbringing.  Then she, Lady Maguire and Goddess Godiva “get lei’ed,” Agwa-style.

Dr. Myrtle Means’ Recipe for Ecstasy

Last but not least in our Kink Month Kick-Off line-up is a surprise guest: Dr. Myrtle Means, licensed sex therapist, proud Detroiter and author of Recipe for Ecstasy: What Women Want: Sexual and Relationship Satisfaction. I met Dr. Means on a plane, but no, we didn’t join the Mile High Club… although that certainly would have been kinky. We were both leaving AASECT conference in San Juan, Puerto Rico, where I presented The Bonobo Way and she presented her own talk. It also happened to be the day of the Orlando massacre, so we bonded immediately in our mutual horror over that heartbreaking atrocity, shaking our heads over the shooter’s apparent sexual shame, twisted by kink-negative religiosity and sexual ignorance. We agreed that it was too bad there was still such a stigma attached to people getting the sexual help they so deeply and desperately need and often don’t want to admit to anyone, even their families… sometimes especially their families.

Dr. Means gets The Bonobo Way & Get Recipe for Ecstasy.  Selfie

We also talked bonobos, of course, as well as Dr. Means’ fascinating dissertation on women’s sexual satisfaction which found that married women without children report the greatest sexual satisfaction, with single moms ranking #2, single women without children at #3 and married women with children bottoming out at #4, reporting the least satisfaction with their sex lives.  “Ah hah!” I can’t help but gloat a bit; childfree’s the life for me… On the other hand, Dr. Means herself happens to fall into the lowest satisfaction category, one of the reasons that her book is an empathetic resource for fellow married women with those adorable little passion-killers otherwise known as “children.”

One way to keep monogamy from becoming monotony is to spice up your marital sex life with a little kink. Dr. Means encourages couples to open up to each other about their kinks and fantasies, so they can enjoy sexual intimacy with unrestrained “abandon,” a literary, sort of old-fashioned term for “kinky” or “releasing your inner bonobo.”

As we discuss, “abandoning” your inhibitions with your spouse can be very scary—much scarier than sharing them with a professional such as Lady Miguire or Goddess Godiva. But the relationship rewards are great, in part because the emotional hurdles are so high.

PHOTOS: ANTHONY ORTEGA

Though she maintains her professional decorum, by no means is Dr. Means a prude, showing off her strappy, subtly kinky footwear, as well as the bodacious black and white polka-dot push-up bra and killer abs under her tailored jacket.

Between Detroiters. Selfie

#GoBonobos for “The Kinkster”

Mid-show, we all get up and boogie to “The Kinkster,” a fun and wild new song by Mark Will of the indie band [ai] aka Carmina Formosa, that is inspired, in part, by The Bonobo Way.

As Will puts it in a Hollywood Progressive interview:

“I have long been interested in the theories of sex therapist Dr. Susan Block, who argues very convincingly that the reason our simian relatives the bonobos are so much better at conflict resolution than we humans are is because they are basically hedonists who have lots of sex. Unlike other apes, who can be quite aggressive amongst themselves, the oversexed bonobos never kill one another. They make love, not war. Dr. Block urges us all to follow “The Bonobo Way” of peace through pleasure. I am a strong supporter of her #GoBonobos campaign online, and “The Kinkster” definitely reflects some of her ideas.”

Dancing to “The Kinkster.” Photo: Anthony Ortega

Other influences include Prince, Muddy Waters, Ludacris, Henry Miller, the Greek god Pan and, of course, Ray Davies of the Kinks. What can we say but we’re delighted to be in such good kinky company, and “The Kinkster” is Pantastic.

Bonoboville: OPEN 24 HOURS. Photo: Anthony Ortega

Music being the “food of love, [it] plays on” (with a hat tip to that other Will), and it also goes live. Our Kink Month Kick-Off climaxes with fellow Detroiter Ikkor the Wolf rapping “She Bad,” another kink-positive song that turns what “they” call “bad” into something very good.

PHOTOS 1, 3, 4, 5: ANTHONY ORTEGA. PHOTO 2: L’EROTIQUE

In the last remaining moments before Jacquie’s uber-spanking, Capt’n Max mixes some politics in with the music and kink, reminding us to Vote #NoProp60 and stop the police killings of innocent African-American citizens, some of which we see on YouTube. Isn’t it weird how we can watch virtual snuff films of actual murders on YouTube, but no sex, not even a nipple? Well, at least we can free the nipple on DrSuzy.Tv.

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We also continue our Beat Trump campaign (last Saturday’s Presidential Debate between Mistress Tara and Jeffrey Vallance was much more substantial—not to mention fun—than Donald vs Hillary), for the sake of the nation, the universe, and the future of Kink Month, which would certainly be outlawed by a Vice President Pence, buttressed by a conservative Supreme Court hand-picked by Trump’s psychotically narcissistic, over-compensating little hands. I have officially endorsed Mistress Tara, and I must say that Mr. Vallance’s post-debate offer to be his running mate is quite enticing, but I will probably just vote for Hillary, and so should you. When you get in the privacy of that dark and kinky voting booth, even if you can’t or won’t come out of the closet with your personal kinks, support your fellow humans’ rights to be consensually kinky!

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And have a Happy Slappy Kink Month! We’ll be celebrating every Saturday night of the month, and we invite you to join us in Bonoboville for a little peace through pleasure under the palm trees, or just watch last year’s Kink Month shows (Kink Month I, II, III, IV), release your inner bonobo (consensually, of course) in whatever way you like, share a recipe for ecstasy with your prime-mate, vote kink-positive, abandon unnecessary inhibitions, and let your kink flag fly high in the erotic sky.

© October 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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