Length 1:24:59 Date: Oct. 10, 2020

by Dr. Susan Block.

Happy Coronapocalyptic Kink Month 2020!

October is Kink Month, and with our featured guests—the amazing Merrick Deville, a well-read socialist/anarchist on the frontlines of recent Black Lives Matter protests who is also a proud Texas sex worker, and the vivacious Mia Valencia, a sexy MILF into some very distinctive fetishes—we get kinky on this show (no, not with the dog, you pervs!).

Actually, we get pretty kinky on every show; but it’s the first 2020 show of Kink Month, a.k.a., “Kinktober,” so we call it out for what it is. 

Merrick Deville, Mia Valencia, Chico and the Trumpkin on DrSuzy.Tv. Photos: Harry Sapien

It’s also my 23^rd  Bedside Chat of the Coronapocalypse, inspired by FDR’s legendary Fireside Chats, here to comfort, inform, eroticize and incite you to seize the day, in a Bonobo Way.

Maybe even in a kinky way!

Trump Does Striptease

Talk about kinky: How about that Trumpty Dumpty’s Coronapocalyptic Striptease?

There he stood on the White House balcony overlooking the South Lawn—like Mussolini over the Piazza Venezia, or Madonna singing “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina” in Evita—masked up and fresh from his stay at Walter Reed Hospital treating his own Presidential case of the virus that’s killed over 200,000 Americans under his watch.

Call him COVITA, surveying his diseased domain.

Then with one flamboyant, defiant, swashbuckling and ridiculous move, he stripped off his mask, like a stripper stripping off her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts to the crowd.

Except he’s revealing his scary, jowly, Jack O’ Lantern face… and exhaling the COVID-positive breath of death.

Don’t Cry for Me, Amerika! Photo: Harry Sapien

All hail President Super Spreader. The Infector-in-Chief. Donald J. Trumpvirus.

At least he didn’t wear the Superman costume under his white dress shirt, pulling it open to reveal the Proud Boy “S” underneath, as he wanted to do.

If you’ve gotten the sense that Trump has been even Trumpier since he caught the Coronavirus, that’s, at least in part, the steroids talking. It’s also his ferocious and very real fear that he will lose the upcoming election in a humiliating landslide that leaves him and the Trump Crime Family of merry grifters open to prosecution.

But I recognize the hyper-delusionary energy he’s been expressing as Dexamethasone, which my doctor prescribed for me when I caught pneumonia last year.

After taking a small dose, I danced, yapped nonstop, laughed uproariously about nothing in particular, ran around Bonoboville like Roadrunner (but with no Wiley Coyote chasing me) and had athletic sex (well, for Capt’n Max and me, it was athletic) for several hours before finally coming down enough to sleep.

Let’s just say, the Dexamethasone that the Trumpus has been guzzling gets you very high, making you feel like Superman, or “better than [you’ve] felt in 20 years,” even if your actual health is in deep shit.

Speaking of which, I think everyone can agree, on both sides of the aisle, that the Presidential Debate was a flying shitshow.

As for the Vice President, he’s so full of shit, he’s attracting flies.

“The Fly that Loved Me” – Mike Pence.

Kamala did okay with her disapproving “Momala” grimaces and indulgent eyerolls, but the consensus throughout social media was that Mike Pence’s pensive fly squatting on his hoary head was the star of the Vice Presidential Debates.

That little winged insect that stayed rooted in Pence’s typically unaware scalp represented many things to many people starved for meaning, scared for their future and bored out of their minds in quarantine, from the Savior of Democracy to the Angel of Death.

That last name strikes a chord for a tiny bug that’s thus slaughtered over 200,000 Americans.

Apparently, “The Little Covid Fly That Could” was also buzzing through the Rose Garden, turning a Pro-Life Coming Out Party for “Handmaid Amy” Coney Barrett into a Pro-Death super spreader. At least 34 people who work in or directly with the White House were reported as infected in addition to the possibly thousands connected to those carriers in at least five states.

It was a packed (and mostly maskless) event to pack the Court and spread the Trumpvirus.

Art by Scott Siedman

Breaking News: As I finish up this show journal, the Trumpster’s doctor says he’s now testing negative.

So how readily should we believe the personal doctor to the guy who’s lied more than 20,000 times in his four-year term?

Negative or narrative, I wouldn’t get within six feet of Herr Drumpf without a double-layered facemask and a can of Raid (for the flies, of course).

But then I was never eager to get near Presidunce Pussy-Grabber.

Hypocrisy, especially sexual hypocrisy, is the American way of life.

Interestingly, the amazing Trumpus COVID-19 Treatment—unavailable to most of us average Americans—includes a high dose of an antibody from the drug maker Regeneron that is made from fetal tissue, a practice the Trumpsters religiously oppose.

But hey, if leading Evangelical Jerry Falwell, Jr. can have cuckold threesomes, why can’t Pro-Life President Trump use abortion tissue?

Hypocrisy, especially sexual hypocrisy, is the American way of life.

Speaking of Falwell, my latest piece Falwell Falls is now in Counterpunch, “America’s Best Political Newsletter.”

And speaking of Counterpunch, big thanks to editor/publisher Jeffrey St. Claire for pointing out that the latest famous incel “in the making” is former Trump campaign manager Brad Parscale, literally crying in his boxers in his driveway, as police gently (well, it was gentle compared to what they do to BLM protesters) tackled and cuffed him, complaining that his wife (who had bruises on her arms) won’t have sex with him!!

Will sex starvation drive Brad to drive his SUV into a crowd of cute Stacies and unlucky Chads? Or will he get the help he needs from the Dr. Susan Block Institute? Time will tell… and no, I wouldn’t tell you if he called because even delusional Trumpers like Brad deserve client/therapist confidentiality.

Meanwhile, speaking of sex, the wife that the Trumpus has referred to as Melanie (yes, we mean Melania) called our Heroine of the Trumpocalypse, Stormy Daniels, a “Porn Hooker,” and Stormy tweeted back, “Hahaha! Although I wasn’t paid for sex and therefore technically not a ‘hooker’ I’ll take being that over what you are any day. You sold your pussy AND your soul…and I’m legal. Keep talking about me. I like your new tits btw. Post (more) nudes? #bebest lol.”

Whoo! From one sex worker to another: Now’s not the time to put on airs, Melanie honey, especially when you have bogus boobs and COVID breath as your sugar daddy is tanking in the polls.

Trumpkin in BOOnoBOOville

Happy Kink Month!

Check out the new Transylvanian BOOnoBOOville Trumpkin for Halloween Kink Month 2020!

It’s kinky Halloween Jack O’Lantern season in BOOnoBOOville, so we have our traditional Trumpkin.

This is one is lovingly carved by Miguel, Dr. Susan Block Institute sculptor-in-residence, from one of several pumpkins now sprouting in the BOOnoBOOville garden.

The original Trumpus face makes a great Jack O’ Lantern.

After all, it’s already scary, just as it is, with or without the makeup. This is partly due to its physical characteristics and partly due to the crap that comes out of the big mouth in the middle of the face.

The mouth, in the apt form of a giant, hollow zero, is great for a Jack O’Lantern, and much easier to carve than the traditional grinning lips and jagged teeth.

Though Miguel does give Trumpkin 2020 the added dental dimension of vampire teeth, an apparent reference to all the life the Trumpvirus has sucked out of America.

The Trumpkin zero-on-its-side-shaped mouth is also the ideal shape for penetrating lasciviously with the business end of my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom—which I broke out of fake cobwebs for this Kinktober 2020 kickoff show.

Flying into the Trumpkin’s big mouth on My Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom.

Most salient, the Trumpenstein visage is the perfect shade of pumpkin-orange… with apologies to other peoples of pumpkin-colored racial group(s).

Make a couple of beady little eyes (Miguel used screws this year), top it off with yellow straw to represent that quintessential combover, and voila: You’ve got Trumpkin!

We’re not the only ones. Many American families celebrate Halloween with a ceremonial effigy that eventually rots or gets crushed by the end of the season.

We love Smashing Trumpkins!

I cherish our Trumpkin traditions we’ve practiced here in BOOnoBOOville for the past, otherwise painful four years, almost as much as our tradition of stuffing and spanking the Trump Turkey on Spanksgiving.

But this is one tradition I’ll be glad to dump, if only we can dump Trump!

Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, the polls are looking good, but you know how they fooled us four years ago.

When you really need to redecorate your house, but it catches fire, you put out the fire before you redecorate. And we’ve got a Trumpster Dumpster Gigafire to put out, Brothers and Sisters!

And you know that if it’s a close election, the Trumposity has promised to contest it in his packed Supreme Court and in the streets with his thugs and Proud Boys who are “standing by,” awaiting their Dear Leader’s orders to attack… whatever he tells them to attack.

So we need to make the Trumpus lose BIGLY, turning his shitshow into a landslide that slides him and the whole putrid Trump Crime Family OUT.

I’d vote for the fly—I’m an “anything but Trump” gal—but would the fly beat Trump? The fly might bite Trump, but the best chance to beat Trump is (besides my whip), that old, doddering, fracking, war-loving, right-leaning, neo-liberal flyswatter Joe Biden.

I know, Biden’s not great. He’s not even good. However, he’s our best bet right now, and if we can pull together to make Biden beat Trump, we can go back to life as we knew it—miserable, unfair and rapidly burning to a crisp— but at least without the presidential endorsement of racism, Proud Boy thuggery, Q-anon craziness, religious extremism and all-American fascism.

Then we have the hard work of pushing for economic relief, racial equality, Medicare-for-All, police reform, kicking corporate money out of politics, taxing the billionaires and other Bernie Sanders proposals—not to mention the Bonobo Way of Female Empowerment, Male Well-Being, Sharing Resources and Peace through Pleasure—into the mainstream.

I totally understand anti-Trumpers who won’t vote for Biden because he’s not really great like Bernie. However, I don’t agree with them.

When you really need to redecorate your house, but it catches fire, you put out the fire before you redecorate.

And we’ve got a Trumpster Dumpster Gigafire to put out, Brothers and Sisters!

Denizens of BOOnoBOOville: Harry Sapien, Capt’n Max, Chico and Me, Ana, Miguel. Adriana. Photo: Unscene Abe

Even that old socialist anarchist radical Noam Chomsky agrees.

We’ve also got two really great guests on this show!

The Socialist Anarchist Sex Worker: Merrick Deville

Zooming into The Dr. Susan Block Show from the great city of Austin, Texas is the amazing, whip-smart and sexy Merrick Deville.

Merrick Deville talks about the Art of Protest, Sex Work, Anarchy & Socialist Philosophy on DrSuzy.Tv.

When I discovered Merrick, her Twitter profile shows the description, “Youtube. Sober. #Anarcho #Waifu and Official head of Antifa Porn Department disseminating thotaganda,” though by showtime, she’d removed the “anarcho waifu” part.  It was an attempt to be “funny,” she explains, and the whole anarchistic word salad—from “waifu” to “thotaganda”—certainly gives us a giggle, and “Anarcho Bimboism,” her current descriptor, gives us another.

This is good. “Sex is a comedy, not a tragedy,” said Camille Paglia, and so is politics, especially in the Trumpocalypse. Well, except the part about killing innocent people… in the streets, sleeping in bed (say her name: Breonna Taylor), from Covid, in ICE detention centers, in police custody and so on.

Nevertheless, beautiful Merrick, known for making clips that feature her reading aloud from books by socialist philosophers (her current reading list includes Russian Revolutionary Carnivalesque intellectual, Mikhail Bakhtin) while nude or in skimpy lingerie.

Shoutout to the Percy Podcast for tagging me on a tweet where Merrick tries to instruct a proudly clueless Ben Shapiro freaked out by Cardi B’s WAP on the fine art of female ejaculation, which happens to be one of my specialties.

Then I looked at Merrick’s timeline and fell in lust with her socialist/anarchist philosophy, willingness to get out “into the street” to protest injustices, bawdy sense of humor, voluptuous sex appeal and unabashed sex worker pride.

I do disagree with a few of her positions. For instance, she’s a gun enthusiast, showing off her “AK Variant” when I ask her about it—the first time anyone’s ever displayed a real gun on my show! Though she insists she’s just into shooting inanimate targets in safe environments and would never shoot a living thing—except, I assume, in true self-defense,  “Fuck Around and Find Out,” as the flag in her bedroom warns.

What do these so-called “leftists” think, that the only good Marxist is an ugly asexual Marxist?

I myself prefer water pistols, Weapons of Mass Seduction and the Bonobo Way.

Merrick’s (unarmed) forays into the great and increasingly dangerous protests going on in America today are quite impressive. Besides her local demonstrations, she even traveled all the way to Louisville to protest the police murder of Breonna Taylor, describing in emotional detail how devastating it was to hear that the Louisville District Attorney would not be charging any of the officers involved in the callous killing of this young woman.

As we chat, people are marching in Louisville for Breonna again. Remember her name!

I ask Merrick which came first in her life, being politically radicalized or doing sex work. She has to think about that one for a minute, then concludes that though sex work technically came first, she’s always been interested in politics and culture.

Merrick talks about her political activism, then shows us her pussy, Caesar, whereupon Chico joins the chat.

Her parents and step-parents are pretty conservative Texans who don’t know much about her leftist ways; she keeps them blocked from her Twitter account. Before she traveled to Louisville, she tweeted:

“Dad just called to warn me about left wing radicals at protests, uuuhhh dad I have some news for you.”

Merrick’s irrepressible sense of humor gets her into a little hot water sometimes. Her unapologetic sexuality and sex worker activism gets her into even more trouble—with people on the right and the left.

It’s obvious why Proud Boy-types, QAnon’ers and Blue-Lives-Matter Trumpers would oppose her, even though their tongues are hanging out, hoping to somehow cop a feel, even as they call her a “filthy whore” (wonder what Melania would choose to call her?), but the lefties can be just as nasty.

What do these so-called “leftists” think, that the only good Marxist is an ugly asexual Marxist?

Merrick is part of the long and illustrious history of sexy protesters, like the Naked Athena in the Battle of Portland, who display their sexuality to attract attention to their cause, as well as just because they enjoy it.

More likely, they are just jealous that her tweets get more attention than theirs.

Merrick is part of the long and illustrious history of sexy protesters, like the Naked Athena in the Battle of Portland, who display their sexuality to attract attention to their cause, as well as just because they enjoy it.

“It’s not my revolution if I can’t dance to it” is a quote often attributed to the great anarchist/socialist Emma Goldman and, though she doesn’t appear to have said those exact words, she did tell a story about a serious boy telling her she shouldn’t dance, at least not with such abandon, if she wanted to be an effective anarchist. This struck her, as it strikes me and Merrick, as absurd, depressing and demoralizing.

Thankfully, great politically left sexpots like the Naked Athena, Stormy Daniels and Merrick Deville, have picked up the rhythm of Emma Goldman’s dance of love and freedom. I not so humbly submit myself to joining their illustrious company; after all, I was given the “Emma Goldman Sexual Freedom Award” by Radio Volta DJ Reverend Bookburn in honor of my erotic opposition to the unconscionable Iraq War, Faith-Based Bigotry and other Bush-Cheney obscenities.  

See, this corporate-sponsored craziness didn’t start with tRump. He just vulgarizes it to a gut-wrenching degree.

This brings our chat to SESTA/FOSTA, signed into law by the Trumpus but passed by ignorant and/or sanctimonious Senators and Congresspeople on both sides of the aisle, a bill supposedly designed to stop “sex trafficking,” but which doesn’t do a damn thing in that regard, though it has been devastating for the health and livelihoods of consenting, non-trafficked, adult sex workers, as well as censorious for the rest of us.

Merrick shows me her “AK-Variant” which she swears she never uses to shoot living things, just inanimate “targets.” I freak out, then show her my water pistol.

Merrick is also active in opposing tRump’s desire to “Repeal Section 230.”  This would take SESTA/FOSTA to the next level, giving Twitter, Facebook, et al. even more reason to censor us for anything we show or say—sexual, political or cultural—since it would leave these platforms vulnerable to lawsuits from anybody for anything someone might say on their site.

All that would be left would be cute pics of pets.

Not that we have anything against cute pets. In fact, we are utterly charmed when Merrick’s marmalade cat, Caesar, walks across her lap unannounced.

“There’s your pussy!” I can’t help but point out.

Merrick might like anarchy, but her cat’s name is synonymous with monarchy; though in fact, Julius Caesar turned down the crown… and a lot of good that did him.

Furry Anarcho Love

Not to be outdone, our Chico the Pomeranian Power Puppy hops up on the couch with me and nuzzles me, checking my bra for hidden treats (no treats, Chico, we’re broadcasting!) and mugging for the camera, for most of the rest of the show.

And there we are, the two Witches of the Coronoapocalypse with our familiars.

Though bonobos are our favorite nonhuman animal, we can’t keep bonobos as pets, so we love dogs.

No, we don’t have sex with dogs (and we don’t encourage you to do that either!), but canines, cats and other pets are important to human health and well-being, especially in the Coronapocalypse when we can’t safely touch and pet each other.

Speaking of human sex, when I ask Merrick her sexual specialty, she takes a moment to think before replying firmly, “Blowjobs.”

Nothing too radical about that! I’m sure that guys on the right and left would enjoy getting their rifle cleaned by this hottie. Or at least, they’d look at her Onlyfans where she just uploaded an MFM (Male-Female-Male) threesome.

Merrick in the Field

Like a bonobo, Merrick is pansexual, and has enjoyed erotic experiences with men, women, trans, gender-fluid—some of which she shares with her fans.

The porn pays her rent, and her plan is to go back to school to continue her studies. Wonder if she’ll run for office one day.

Meanwhile, listen to our interview above or watch it below (our version includes some of Merrick’s porn clips) to slake your thirst for erotica, anarchist philosophy and socialist activism with a dose of good-natured burlesque.

Fart Queen Mia Valencia

From divine comedy to slapstick farce, next up on our Bedside Chat is bubbly blonde bombshell Mia Valencia, zooming into Bonoboville from the sexy state of Florida.

Mia Valencia kicks off Kink Month 2020 on DrSuzy.Tv.

A real-life MILF with four young children, Mia is as cheerful and down-to-earth as the traditional Mom-Next-Door.

A woman after my hat-loving heart, she greets us in an oversized black witch’s hat over her long blonde locks and bright orange Halloween-themed sweatshirt that says “The BOO CREW”—just like a Mom!

Later, when I ask her what’s under the sweatshirt, she shows off her white lingerie.

In a way, that too is just like a Mom.

We both agree that stockings are sexy.

But sweet Mia is into much kinkier fetishes than stockings.

Fellow Fetish Witch Mia Valencia also likes stockings and garters.

We begin this Kink Month Kickoff Bedside Chat talking about the shitshow that is the tRump Presidency, including that fly that landed on the pile of shit that is the Vice President.  Not that Mia is into brown showers, BUT…

She is developing quite the reputation in fetish circles as a “Fart Queen.”

That’s right, customers pay good money (better than regular porn, Mia asserts) to watch her pass gas. When I wonder how they can actually “see” this feat, she assures me that they are experts in discerning which specific movements of the outer anal sphincter muscles accompany the breaking of wind.

Mia is very excited about her newfound (three months) success as the new Fart Queen, and expresses genuine-seeming love and affection for her customers with fetishes. She insists her farts are all real, as she is a naturally gassy gal.

Taboo, sexy, disgusting or just silly—farting sparks an interest!

Her husband—yes, she has a husband, and he’s in the room (though off-camera)—isn’t so enthusiastic. Not that he constantly walks around with a can of air freshener, but he prefers to dominate Mia sexually, and—fortunately for their marriage—she likes to be submissive with him. She does dominate her own submissive, and Dom hubby doesn’t mind; in fact, he finds it exciting.

He also doesn’t mind her farting for dollars, so to speak.

Maybe for Halloween, her farts can make a “BOO” sound.

Capt’n Max regales us with farting health statistics (constantly repressing your farts may be polite, but it’s unhealthy), and tells us the story of one of his early sexual experiences with an older woman who farted whenever she climaxed.

The woman being a German MILF, I call it his “Tale of the Farting Fraulein.”

Capt”n Max tells his Tale of the Farting Fraulein. Photo: Harry Sapien

Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time we’re discussing ass aromatics on DrSuzy.Tv.  In fact, we delve into it deeply, so to speak on Deep Inside Kelsey Obsession, all about a flatulent female getting her Ph.D. in psychology.

He also brings up the problem of cow farts in our atmosphere.

Is it just a coincidence, or is the whole world passing gas? A few hours after broadcast, what’s trending on Twitter but #FartingBigFoot? Nothing about Mia there, just lots of videos of big guys in hairy suits squatting meaningfully, some of which look like the POTUS, others more King Kong.

But it just shows you how—taboo, sexy, disgusting or just silly—farting sparks an interest!

Speaking of sparks, we also discuss the fine art of lighting farts, which Mia hasn’t yet tried. Maybe for New Year’s Eve?

Mia’s into other taboo fetishes that are really common, just not commonly considered erotic. For instance, stretch marks! Most real Moms have stretch marks, but they tend to hide them or have them removed through plastic surgery. Mia’s a natural Mom who lets nature take its course, and her fans love her for it.

Fart Queen Mia

Her own favorite erotic activity is getting her toes sucked. Compared to all her other kinks, that’s downright vanilla!

Tricky Treats

With two great guests, the 90 minutes flies by—oh, there’s that damn fly again!

Kink Month Kickoff 2020: Everybody’s got a mask except Chico, and I have a flying saucer on my head. Photo: Selfie

The great thing about Halloween 2020 is you’ve already got a mask.

Even though none of us are wearing costumes, all of us (except Chico) mask up, and with the Trumpkin and all the orange feather boas, it starting to feel like Hallowe’en in BOOnoBOOville.

Special thanks to a special phone sex therapy client who shall remain nameless who gave me my Bonobo Conservation Initiative (BCI helps save the real, highly endangered bonobos from extinction, so donate freely to BCI!) pendant which happens to be a vibrant Halloween orange.

Trick or Treat!

In previous DrSuzy.Tv afterparties, that meant a costume orgy. In 2020, it’s more about the candy. Actually, it’s all about Ana’s delicious chicken, salsa, rice and beans.

Yes, beans.

After that interview with Mia, it feels like we’re all gassing up at the station.

We also drink cupcake-flavored vodka that really does taste like Halloween candy, try vainly to teach Chico to shake hands, and discuss the benefits and drawbacks of “Lesser Evilism.”

I choose to vote for the “lesser evil” which, in 2020, means the Democrats. But the lesser evil is still evil, still capitalist-imperialist, still pro-billionaire and pro-war.  So our work to revolutionize society, to make it more equal, more sustainable, more sex-positive, less violent and more bonobo, is just beginning if and when we win this election.

This is my cupcake vodka-infused “thotaganda” which I disseminate around the BOOnoBOOville table.

Then the Captain and I slip away to the Admiral’s Quarters for deep revolutionary love, kisses, massage, orgasms, laughter and a few farts (uh… was that you?).

A romantic French kiss and—oh no! What’s that smell? Photo: Selfie

October 10, 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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