Length 01:46:33 Date: Oct. 12th, 2019

by Dr. Susan Block.

It’s peachy Impeachment Party #3 on DrSuzy.Tv with strippers, kinksters, cougars, critics and fans of the new Hustlers movie.

With Melinda, Sunshine McWane, ImPEACHed tRump, Cherisse Miranda & Adrianne Spring. Photo: Unscene Abe

Plus we play with a big green gourd, a little albino snake, beautiful boobs and peaches galore.

Happy Kink Month 2019! Celebrate Kinktober, PINKtober and the Halloween season with scary (but consensual) kink and orgasms.

Trumpenstein & Rudy Ghouliani

Starting with scary kinky politics, it’s another week, another mess made by the big bawling Trump Baby who, in typical Trumpty Dumpty fashion, threw his personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, the loyal lapdog who always looks ready for Halloween, under the bus, basically saying “Rudy who?”

Guess which monster: Nosferatu or Ghouliani?

That was Thursday.

On Saturday, we find the panicked Trumpus attempting to pull Rudy’s nearly dead body out from under the bus and give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, slobbering about how he’s a “great guy and a wonderful lawyer.”

Trick or treat?

Impeach the Trumpkin!

You never know with the big bug-infested Jack O’Lantern-in-Chief.

He also denied he knew two of Rudy’s buddies, now at the center of the Impeachment storm, Igor Fruman and Lev Parnas, even though they gave his campaign a lot of funny money, and there’s at least one photo showing them all grinning together.

Both were allegedly involved in efforts to pressure the Ukrainian government to investigate Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden and his son Hunter, as well as to push U.S. officials to remove former U.S. Ambassador to Ukraine Marie Yovanovitch from her post.

Igor, Lev, Trumpkin & Rudy in happier, money-laundering times.

They also ran a company called Fraud Guarantee.

Yes, Fraud Guarantee. You can’t make this stuff up! It’s too obvious even for Hollywood.

Known as hiding in plain sight, here we have a couple of international fraudsters calling themselves “Fraud Guarantee.” The website says they are “changing the risk paradigm” and can somehow protect their clients from being swindled, but it sounds like it “guarantees” you’ll be defrauded… by the best in the business!

Spanking our Trumpus Voodoo Doll’S furry pink balls with a JuxLii riding crop for his many impeachable offenses. Photo: Sensual Scorpio

They also own a beach bar in Odessa called Mafia Rave(!), a great place to party after you’ve gotten away with a big scam. If Igor and Lev hadn’t been arrested at the airport, just after lunch with Rudy at the Trump hotel, they’d be toasting their fraudulent fortune at Mafia Rave today.

Cougar 2020?

Speaking of fraudsters, check out “Cougar 2020?” in Counterpunch, about how a couple of other fraudsters, also Trump supporters, Jacob Wohl and Jack Burkman, tried to smear Elizabeth Warren with a bogus story about her having a “Cougar” BDSM affair with a young Marine; a “Cougar” being defined as a mature woman who has sex with younger men.

The story has more holes than fishnet stockings—they should have hired Fraud Guarantee!

But ironically, it’s a win for Liz. I even think it gained her some more votes from the young guys with Cougar dreams and the older women with 50 Shades fantasies who see Cougar Liz as a role model.

Go Cougars!

Cougar Liz Warren’s Porn Double IS Sally Mullins, aka Jamie Foster, of “Hello Cougar”

And Sally Mullins should play her in the porn parody.

Seriously. I’m a Bernie Bro. But I’m also an Anyone-But-Trump Gal. I’m just so tired of the pussy-grabbing, narcissistic, nepotistic, white-nationalist, climate-change-denying, baby-fingered Bully-in-Chief taking up all the oxygen in the room… and on the planet..

So, if Bernie drops out due to health issues, or if the Bernie-phobic Dems coronate Liz who is, more or less (at least, compared to the other candidates), “Bernie-lite,” then it’s Cougar2020 all the way

Yes, Liz has been in bed with Wall Street, and that’s a lot worse than sleeping with a Marine. Still, better lusty Liz than bumbling Biden or incarcerating Kamala. And with this revelation—real or fake news—I like Liz even more.

Opening the show with Venus and Sunshine. Photo: Bianca

If she can dominate a Marine, maybe she can beat President Pussy Ass Bitch… who probably won’t be President by election time because ImPEACHment is looking peachier and peachier to more and more Americans.

So, we’re having another ImPEACHment Party—with peaches and peach juice Bonoboville Communion.

These ImPEACHment Parties keep getting juicier! Photo: Unscene Abe

Yes indeed, it takes a peach to heal the breach, to teach the value of impeachment of the peach-skinned man-baby at this bizarre and scary moment in American history.  

Hustlers, the Movie

From politics to cinema, we turn to Hustlers, the Fall 2019 film that grossed $33 million on opening weekend, about a group of gorgeous, sassy, New York women earning an honest living through stripping.

Of course, that’s before the Stock Market Crash of 2008, for which we can blame Wall Street greed and George Dubya Bush, as well as Obama who bailed out the banks instead of the people who lost everything.

For Hustlers, desperate times lead to crime. In order to feed their families, pay their rent and buy their Chinchilla fur coats, our beloved strippers take to “hustling,” drugging (with a potent blend of Ketamine and MDMA), robbing and sometimes blackmailing their customers. As is the typical Hollywood “caper” formula, heartwarming comradery, wild hilarity, catchy musical numbers and tear-jerking pathos ensue.

Written and directed by Lorene Scafaria based on Jessica Pressler’s New York Magazine article (The Hustlers at Scores), Hustlers the movie stars Jennifer Lopez as Ramona, the ringleader, who does a mean pole dance. Yes, 50-year-old J Lo performs her own dancing—no stunt double for this former Fly Girl. For me, that’s probably the most impressive part of the film, even though she practiced with a pole dance teacher rather than a real stripper, and she demurely keeps all her sweet spots concealed.

Hustlers also features Constance Wu in the leading POV role of Dorothy, aka Destiny, and Grammy-winning rapper Cardi B (a Bernie Bro like me!) in a supporting role as “Diamond from the Bronx.” A real-life former stripper who admits—disturbingly albeit candidly—to having drugged and robbed men in her “imperfect” past, Cardi delivers one of the film’s catchiest lines (although escorts take issue with the anti-escort implication), “Drain the clock, not the cock.” There are other stellar performances and colorful background scenes with “real stripper” extras, as well as an amusing Usher cameo.

J Lo as Ramona

Critics have given Hustlers mixed reviews, and I have mixed feelings about it. Regardless, it’s an “important” film for American sex workers, an unsung section of the American working class, now struggling to survive in the wake of the new anti-sex work SESTA/FOSTA law.

But how true-to-the-stripper-life is this flick

Adrianne, Cherisse & Venus the Snake

To address that question, we welcome a couple of guest “experts,” both of whom are DrSuzy.Tv virgins.

Adrianne Spring on DrSuzy.Tv. Photo: Bianca

In studio with us is Adrianne Spring, looking elegant in sapiosexual glasses and a long green and turquoise floral gown.

Adrianne’s Twitter describes her as a “Fet/Dom, Exotic Showgirl & Burlesque Intl 2015/16. Writer/producer, creative director, performer, model & activist.” Her parents are Hungarian, but she was born in the lovely city of Vancouver, Canada.

Like most strippers, the statuesque Adrianne entered this line of work primarily to make money, and that’s still her main focus.

Listening to Adrianne. Photo: Sensual Scorpio

When I teasingly ask if she’s a “mercenary,” she cheerfully accepts the term.

Unlike porn stars who often display their assets to promote themselves, most strippers and escorts won’t even flash their belly button, unless they’re paid in cash.

Every sex worker has their style, preferences and limits.

Camming into the show, also from Vancouver, aka “Vancoolver” (a total coincidence!), is Cherisse Miranda, an old friend of my show assistant, Sunshine McWane, who put together this whole show, Hustlers theme and all.

Former Stripper Cherisse Miranda Skyping into DrSuzy.Tv from Vancouver. Photo: Bianca

Looking cute and cuddly in a black and white polka dot off-shoulder blouse that reveals her various chest tattoos, Cherisse is a former stripper and peep show performer, now a non-adult film location scout. Her Twitter identifies her as a “Cat Lady, Dog Mom,” though none of these non-human animals are in the room with her.  

Speaking of non-human animals, I also have a guest “co-host” for this show: an exquisite albino king snake named Venus.

Instead of Eve, the Snake and the Apple, I’ve got Snake Venus and Two Peaches :-) Photo: Bianca

As those of you who know me know, I used to have a beautiful Akeeta Corn Snake named Eve. The Snake in the Garden of Eden guided the Biblical Eve to eat the Apple. Snake Venus guides me to im-peach, of course.

Venus is actually a “support snake” for one of our photographers, Rick from South Africa, aka “The Sensuous Scorpio.”

Though she doesn’t say much—or actually anything—Venus slithers around me, Sunshine and Adrianne. Talk about sensuous!

Venus would look good in a striptease act, writhing around a hot naked body, but my guests are more up for talking about stripping than actually doing it.

Well, we do have a lot to talk about.

Talking about Hustlers & Peaches with Venus, Adrianne & Sunshine.  Photo: Bianca

Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t seen Hustlers and you want to be surprised, well, zip it up, and don’t watch this show, or read any more of this show journal!

What Real Strippers Think of Hustlers

Though Hustlers is not a very suspenseful film. Most viewers know the stars are going to have a good old Thelma and Louise-like time drugging and robbing douchebags until they get busted.

PHOTOS 1-5: SENSUAL SCORPIO.  PHOTOS 6-8: BIANCA

Our strip club experts Adrianne and Cherisse both really like almost everything about the film, which surprises me a little since I’ve heard that a lot of strippers and other sex workers have problems with it, as I do.

They both appreciate that Hustlers portrays the “stripper life” with some accuracy. They especially love the touching girlfriend relationship portrayed between the two stars.

Don’t get me wrong. I like Hustlers too; it’s an enjoyable couple of hours with  good acting, lots of eye candy, fun musical numbers and emotionally engaging ups and downs.

That powerful girl-girl love is very bonobosque. All bonobos are bisexual and, as I discuss in The Bonobo Way, the females tend to form the most intimate relationships, strengthening their bonds, making bonobos the most female-empowered apes on Earth.

Unfortunately, in Hustlers, the great female relationship at the center of the storm, leads all the females to jail, or at least probation. That’s not too empowering.

But that’s Hollywood! And that’s just one of my problems with Hustlers.

Hustlers go shopping

Then there’s the fact that for a supposedly sexy movie, there’s not much sex. The stars spend a lot more time shopping than shagging.

The most orgasmic (retail-gasmic?) scene in the movie is when Ramona and Destiny pay one snooty saleswoman with a big thick wad of small bills.

Striptease Capitalism

“Everybody’s hustling,” Ramona explains. “This city—this whole country’s a strip club. You got people tossing the money. And people doing the dance…

“It’s business and it’s a more honest transaction than anything else they did that day…

HUSTLERS: Sisterly Love wrapped in Chinchilla

“We gotta start thinking like these Wall Street guys.  You see what they did to this country? They stole from everyone. Hardworking people lost everything. And not one of these douchebags went to jail. You ever think about that when you’re in the club? That’s stolen money. That’s what’s paying for their blowjobs. The fucking fire fighters’ retirement fund. Fuck these guys.”

Preach, Ramona!

But wait, what are you preaching? That capitalist corruption excuses you for being the Bill Cosby of strippers

But speaking of getting ripped off…

Where are the Boobs?

Hustlers has a lot of authentic strip-club touches, competition alternating with solidarity among the workers, highs and lows under the flashing lights.

But one key factor that’s missing—for obvious Hollywood reasons—is nudity.

Cardi B wears giant pasties in Hustlers

In a typical strip club, there are lots of naked or at least topless dancers, both onstage (that’s what the customers come to throw their money at) and backstage.

There are a few titillating titty flashes in Hustlers, Lizzo frees the nipple for a bouncy second, Cardi B wears gigantic flower pasties, and one of the male customers is naked—while passed out.

But the star strippers never strip.

I understand that the producers didn’t want to receive an “X” rating which would have damned their movie to the gulag of adult films (though Hustlers is banned in Malaysia anyway).

But presenting strippers without nudity is kind of like portraying Batman without the cape.

Elizabeth Berkley and Gina Gershon in SHOWGIRLS

That was one of many things I liked about the much maligned 1995 Showgirls: lots of boobs.

Do I sound like a pervert? Well, all right, I confess: I like nudity in mainstream films, and I am not ashamed!

Of course, it’s just a superficial quibble. If I want to see boobs, I can look at porn, my own show, or go to a nudist resort or a real strip club, right?

More Boobs from SHOWGIRLS

Besides, the Hustlers actresses are so gorgeous; I get turned on just looking at Constance Wu’s expressive face… or J Lo’s expressive buns.

Still, there is that authenticity factor. It’s missing.

Would a Stripper Rob You?

More disturbing is that Hustlers gives the erroneous, sex-work-maligning impression that all or most strippers are, essentially, criminals who drug, rob and blackmail their customers.

Chatting with Adrianne and Venus about Hustlers and Snakes–I mean, Strippers. Photo: Bianca

This false trope is based on a few isolated true stories mixed with a truckload of fantasies that many people have about strippers who, just by their very existence, are stereotyped as seductive villains.

In the middle of the film, Dorothy/Destiny tells a reporter that she doesn’t want to perpetuate the stigma of all strippers being thieves—”because they’re not,” she says. But the movie does just that.

Adrianne and Cherisse don’t agree with me, and they do have their points (listen above or watch below to hear them free). Of course, they are (or were) strippers who know the “scene,” and know all strippers aren’t thieves. Adrianne patiently explains all the different kinds of strippers there are on the circuit and how the “drug ‘em and rob ‘em” strippers are only a tiny percentage.

I’m sure that’s true, but that makes me even more disturbed that Hustlers implies that drugging and robbing customers in strip clubs is business-as-usual. It certainly makes me less eager to go to a strip club, let alone order a drink there. I don’t know any current stats on this, but somehow I don’t think Hustlers will be good for the stripper business.

I’m no stripper, but I love feather boas… and lingerie… and Gourdy! Photo: Selfie

This makes me sad because, as imperfect as it most certainly is, the strip club is an oasis of nudity in our Puritanically censored society, a place where consenting adults can legally enjoy the usually taboo visual pleasure of unclothed fellow humans in erotic motion, and where those courageously unclothed humans can make a little cash for the very special pleasure they provide.

The fact is that nothing bad has ever happened to me at a strip club. But movies, especially well-made movies like this one, can give you feelings that are stronger than facts.

PHOTOS 1 & 5: BIANCA.  PHOTO 2: UNSCENE ABE.  PHOTO 3: SENSUOUS SCORPIO.  PHOTO 4: S.A. BECKER

As a sex therapist, I talk to many men who fantasize about gorgeous, unscrupulous strippers and other types of sex workers doing what these hustlers do: drugging (via erotic hypnosis or real drugs), robbing and blackmailing them.

It may boggle the minds of most people, but that total surrender of control is the ultimate erotic fantasy for these men. Though when it comes to reality, they almost never really want to be robbed. In fact, it’s their greatest fear. But then fear and fantasy is a potent combination.

Hustlers teases the fantasy and enhances the fear.

Behind the Hustlers Scenes

Then Cherisse makes the point that much of Hustlers was shot at a real strip club called Show Palace, shutting down the club for almost a week to shoot, paying the owners, but depriving the strippers themselves of work and failing to compensate them for their lost hours.  

CHERISSE PHOTOS 1, 2, 3: BIANCA.  PHOTOS 4 & 5: SENSUAL SCORPIO

Later, Scafaria apologized for this, promising to donate to SWOP Behind Bars, but still, those Show Palace strippers never got paid, and it doesn’t look like they ever will. You think those Wall Street guys are assholes? How about some Hollywood insensitivity to the very workers whose work you’re exploiting for your movie.  

Interestingly, our old friend Fawnia calls in to the show to express some solidarity with the club owners, having owned a restaurant and rented it out to Hollywood studios.

Meanwhile, strip club hostess Samantha Barbash, aka Samantha Foxx, the original real-life hustler busted in 2014 and the focus of Pressler’s article, as well as the inspiration for J Lo’s Ramona character, is not so happy with the film. She feels that Hustlers is her story. However, when the Hustlers producers failed to offer her sufficient money for the rights, she said no, and they made the Hustlers movie without her anyway. Now Samantha’s upset that J Lo didn’t contact her or play her “accurately” (Ramona’s a stripper and Samantha was and still is a hostess). She thinks Cardi B should have played Ramona, maybe because Cardi really lived the life.

Marsi Rosen & Samantha Barbash

But Hustlers cast The Wedding Planner as the lead “hustler,” because Hollywood loves sex workers, but, like Planet Terror or Striptease, only on Hollywood terms.

Capt’n Max, who has spent a lot of quality time with strippers, actresses, burlesque dancers, prostitutes and other types of sex workers since an early age, adds that Hollywood will often present sexuality as an enticement, only to moralize against it “in the end.”

PHOTO 1: BIANCA.  PHOTO 2: SELFIE.  PHOTOS 3 & 4: S.A. BECKER

“This is a story about control,” says Janet Jackson who famously lost control of her Superbowl outfi, as Hustlers begins. While that line pertains to the stripper life, the same could be said of the film industry in general.

Do Bonobos Engage in Sex Work?

To be fair, Hustlers is more stripper-positive than most Hollywood films. And what’s not to love about a gang of beautiful, fierce, sisterly women dominating a bunch of half-baked Gordon Geckos?

Melinda and Sunshine read The Bonobo Way as I rub My Gourd & Adrianne meditates. Photo: S.A. Becker

This is also bonoboesque, in that bonobo “FemDoms of the Wild” tend to dominate the males, sexually and otherwise… but the males are happy about it (see The Bonobo Way for more about bonobo sexual culture). Like the ladies of Hustlers, bonobo females hang out in groups, the better to handle individual males on their terms.

The difference is that bonobo males don’t wake up the next morning, only to find that their wallet is gone.

 Of course, bonobos don’t have wallets, or capitalism.

Bonobos do engage in a kind of “sex work,” as in “I’ll give you a blow-job for that banana,” or “How about a mango for a muff-dive, you big ape?”

A lot of non-human animals practice sex work of different kinds, usually involving an exchange of sexual favors for food, showing us that sex work is not just the “oldest profession,” it pre-dates humanity.

The difference with the female-empowered bonobos is that it’s often the chick who picks up the check… because she’s got the mangos.

How is Hustlers like Joker?

Back to the movies: I don’t see very many of them, as you can probably tell by my decades-old cinematic comparisons.

Oddly enough, I’ve seen two current films in the past two weeks, one being Hustlers and the other, Joker

Joaquin Phoenix in JOKER & J Lo in HUSTLERS.

On the surface they are completely different, the first very upbeat and the second very down. But both are popular right now; plus something compelled me, the anti-movie lady, to see both of them, for seemingly unrelated reasons. However, there is a common them

Both Hustlers and Joker attack Wall Street guys, portrayed as obnoxious buffoons in both films. In Hustlers, the strippers knock them out and rip them off. In Joker, the clowns just knock them off.

On the surface, both films root for the underdogs—the strippers and clowns—the revolutionaries who upend the system. At least, their tale is told with some sympathy and recognition. But on a deeper level, Hustlers and Joker stir up real primal fears in audiences, fears of the thieving strippers and evil clowns who lurk among our fellow workers, our fellow humans.

PHOTOS: SENSUAL SCORPIO

How do we as a society address these primal fears? Often, disastrously, through more policing.

Wall Street loves the police, the protectors of “private property,” and it’s Wall Street that provides the capital for Hollywood movies… even movies about sympathetic working people who attack Wall Street assholes.

Made by the 1% to titillate, scare and repress the rest of us, both Hustlers and Joker turn reasonable revolutionaries who cry, “Tax the rich!” into captivating crooks and mad murderers who holler, whisper, scream and mime, “Kill the rich.”

And when these workers—these feisty sex workers and regular working clowns—rob, riot and murder people in movies like these—even obnoxious Wall Street guys—what are we peaceful citizens to do but give more power to the police?  

These are the underlying social messages of both Hustlers and Joker.

Hustlers & Joker Police

The irony is that many of the most cold-blooded killers in our real society are the police. They’re also the best-equipped gang in every neighborhood, with hand-me-downs from the American Military, including guns, ammo and bellicose attitudes more appropriate for fighting wars than keeping the peace.

The day of this broadcast, a Fort Worth Texas cop murdered a young woman named Tatiana Jefferson playing video games with her nephew in her home, without announcing “Police!” and within two seconds of saying “Put your hands up.”

He was “scared,” say the police. What a joker.

Maybe people who get scared so easily shouldn’t be cops.

Of course, the fear is systemic, especially targeting people of color. Though to some degree, our heavily armed police are trained to be trigger-happy and scared of all of us.

When I was raided by the LAPD years ago (because the police erroneously assumed I was running an illegal strip club when they watched my public access TV show), I was confronted by a shaking young man in uniform with a petrified look in his eye and a very large assault weapon in his hands pointed at me. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you,” he said to me as I put my hands up. “Your jewelry looks like a gun.”

The great majority of us would never be a Ramona or a Joker, but any of us could be Tatiana Jefferson.

Magic Broom, Gourdy the Gourd & Jane Fonda

As you can hear, this is a very verbal show.

Fruity fun at ImPEACHment Party #3. Photo: Unscene Abe

We have a lot to talk about, especially with regards to this Hustlers movie.

And they didn’t pay me anything for promotion.

But we don’t *just* talk; we do a few things (very few) too.

Riding My Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom with Snake Venus over My shoulder. Photo: Sensual Scorpio

For instance, I take a spin around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom.

It’s a Dildo, Vibrator, Paddle, Sweeper and Costume Prop all in one!

PHOTO 1: BIANCA.  PHOTOS 2-3: SENSUAL SCORPIO

Get one for your favorite sexy witch this Halloween, even if that sexy witch is you.

I also have some fun with our newest and biggest incarnation of Gourdy the Gourd.

PHOTO 1-2: BIANCA.  PHOTOS 3-4: UNSCENE ABE

This Gourdy is even bigger than the first Gourdy that pounded Rhiannon Aarons a few Kinktobers ago in Kink Month II: A PUSSY’S REVENGE.

Ana loves Gourdy the Gourd. Photo: Bianca

Gourdy joins the peaches and penis pacifier in gagging and torturing our Trump Voodoo Doll for his many imPEACHable offenses against America and all of life on Earth.

Another highlight occurs mid-show when Sunshine takes her microphone into the restroom so all the golden shower fetishists, as well as the rest of us, can hear her pee.

I also give a shout-out to one of my old sheroes, Jane Fonda.

Jane Fonda arrested for protesting Climate Change Denial on the steps of the Capitol in 2019 and for protesting the Vietnam War in Cleveland in 1970

#GoBonobos for Hanoi Jane, now 81 years old, staying in Washington for the next couple of months to protest Climate Change Denial and get arrested every Friday in our nation’s capital, supported by Medea Benjamin and some of the other great ladies of Code Pink.  

Bonoboville Communion & Post-Show LoVE

Finally it’s time for Bonoboville Communion, ImPEACHment Party-style, with peach juice, salt and #FreetheNipple.

Bonoboville Communion Altar Girl unveils her Altar. Photo: Bianca

Sunshine and I invite Adrianne to join us, but she demurs with good “mercenary” logic: She doesn’t drink and she doesn’t show her boobs for free.  

Fair enough. I give her Snake Venus to hold as Sunshine and I indulge.

Then we do our Waterboarding Bonobo-Style with the emerald elixir of kinky life and fantasy, Agwa de Bolivia Herbal Coca Leaf Liqueur.

Photos 1, 2, 3, 4, 7: Sensual Scorpio.  Photos 4, 5, 8: Bianca

It occurs to me that, in the context of this show, some might think I’m drugging the recipient.

Hate to disappointment you, but it’s just a small, almost token amount of alcohol.

Though the blood rushing to your head, with titties above your nose, combined with that sweet shot down your throat may make you want to loosen your… wallet?

Waterboarding Sunshine, Bonobo-Style, as Adrianne takes a peek. Photo: Bianca

Just kidding! That might work in a strip club. However, as we established with the LAPD (read my brief), The Dr. Susan Block Show is not a strip club. We’re just a Saturday night live broadcast of the greatest sexuality show on earth.

But golly, God and Goddess, we have fun.

Fun takes us post-show into a little post-show champagne ImPEACHment Party in the Bonoboville kitchen.

With Abe, Miguel, Sunshine, Ana, Gourdy, Max, Melinda and Venus. Photo: Selfie

Snake Venus hangs out with the Bonoboville Crew and her “Mom and Dad,” Rick the photographer and Melinda the trauma therapist who likes bonobos as well as snakes.

Melinda also likes peaches.

PHOTOS 1, 4, 6: AUTHOR.  PHOTOS 2, 3, 5: UNSCENE ABE

Yum! The ImPEACHment process is very juicy.

It certainly gets the Captain and I juiced up for our private, orgasmic, post-show Impeachment Party, more in love than ever after 27 years of peachy kinky bonobo marriage.

Threesome with Gourdy. Photo: Selfie

Happy Indigenous Peoples Day—and Happy Kink Month 2019!

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© October 12, 2019. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 626=461-5950.

READ “HOW HUSTLERS HUSTLES US” in COUNTERPUNCH