by Dr. Susan Block. Now, more than ever, we need to “Make Kink Not War.” Rattled by battles, wars and more wars, including the war on women, plus rising inequality, tyranny, misogyny, insanity, political criminality, sex-negativity, truth-relativity, hyper-religiosity, murder, mass murder, appalling apartheid, worsening climate chaos and the nuclear Doomsday Clock at 100 seconds to midnight… like so many other thinking, caring humans, I feel like I’m losing my marbles and my mind at the same time. more

For the last day of DomCon, all the Dommes gather in their sexy latex finery, everyone in big hats like me, for the Mistress Tea, as we “spill the tea” of the FemDom trade. Then I deliver “The Bonobo Way of BDSM: FemDoms of the Wild,” my class in the “Make Love Not War” bonobo apes and how they cultivate female empowerment, male well-being and peace through pleasure, as well as how to release your inner bonobo. With no in-person audience, it’s kind of strange, but more intimate, in a way. DomCon Sunday climaxes with a kinky afterparty featuring Goddess Phoenix and Lady Victoria doing a fiber optic whip dance, Mistress Precious cracking her bullwhip and me whipping Trumpty Dumpty, followed by a quick chat with an Adult Baby named Bound Sissy and a deep, free-ranging conversation with Harley Havick, sultry Sanctuary switch and Domme-y Mommy. Check out the DomCon 2020 Journal: http://drsusanblock.com/domcon-2020

As our DomCon Saturday begins, I’m pretty surprised to hear Animal Play Monarch Madame Margherite announce my name as the winner of the “Best Animal Activist” award (better than an Emmy!) for my advocacy of the “Make Love Not War” FemDom bonobo apes. Then we join the Pro-Dom Social, where we talk about Black Lives Matter, latex, kink, cuckolding (including the supremely hypocritical cuckoldry of Jerry Falwell, Jr.), the annual Mistress Photo & the erotic DomCon Fetish Ball, all via Zoon. Hey, it’s the Coronapocalypse. Check out the DomCon 2020 Journal: http://drsusanblock.com/domcon-2020

2020 is so topsy turvy, even the Tops of DomCon have to go turvy to the whims of the Interwebs as the 17th annual DomCon LA goes VIRTUAL in the Coronapocalypse. Welcome to the DomCon-O-Sphere where I serve as DomCon 2020 Mistress of Ceremonies in shiny silver latex. This clip also features the dazzling Goddess Phoenix on the Red Carpet interviewing all the top Dommes of DomCon. Then Mistress Cyan, my fellow MC Simone Justice, members of the DomCon Board and I welcome kinksters around the world, including Guests of Honor Lady Victoria of New York City and Harley Havik of Sanctuary LAX. A kinky after-party ensues. Check out the DomCon 2020 Journal: http://drsusanblock.com/domcon-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.

by Dr. Susan Block. Freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac. But bondage is a close second. We love both on DrSuzy.Tv… especially on a nice long 4th of July weekend. We’re patriots, not hatriots who wave the flag of hate and bigotry with a sickening, cruel, virulent pride. We wave the flag like bonobos for “your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” all who need to come to through our “golden door,” please come… and come again. Nothing like a blood-red, off-white and navy-blue bikini to put me in the 4th spirit. Shout-out to Mario Saucedo who custom-made it for me.

by Dr. Susan Block This is a dark show. How can it be light when there’s the brutal murder of a beautiful bonoboesque friend of mine, there’s the “death penalty for women who have abortions” bills sweeping the Red States like AR-15 fire in a crowded theater, there’s my attempt to help a caller who’s fighting his own erotic desires (and therefore me), there’s my painfully stopped-up sinuses and sheer exhaustion (recovering from DomCon), and there’s the big messy argument about presidential politics I get into during the last 17 minutes of the show with my beloved husband of 27 years, executive producer and partner in everything, Capt’n Max? I don’t want it to be a dark show. Indeed, I fight and try to deny the darkness just like that caller (Michael) fights and tries to deny his own desires… fruitlessly.

by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, Countrywomen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Valentine’s Day, not to praise it… Sorry to change up Shakespeare’s sacred words from Julius Caesar (Act III Scene II), but hear me out. Valentine’s Day is fake news concocted by the early Catholic Church, enhanced by Hallmark and abetted by Bezos, sanitizing and commercializing the primal pagan holiday of the heart. What is the original Valentine’s Day? Lupercalia!

by Dr. Susan Block Sandwiched between our memories of 2018 and our fantasies of 2019, in our final DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2018, from the Womb Room sanctuary deep within the Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we present the 7th Annual SUZY Awards for 2018. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s the Birth of a Magazine, the brand spanking—and sploshing—new Speakeasy Journal. So what is there to do but throw a big bawdy Bonoboville bacchanal, blasting off with a sparkling Speakeasy “launch party,” that flows into a gigantic birthday show of shows—including some of my oldest friends and some of my newest—then fans out into a night of bonoboesque communal ecstasy, climaxing with a whopping orgasm to send this happy birthday gal soaring into another amazing year.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s almost DomCon 2018, and my Womb Room goes wild with impact play orgasms, electric flogging, snaketail-whipping, four kinds of spanking, three types of twerking, and a big naked birthday cake splosh. It’s also smack in the middle of 4/20 Weekend. Boom Shiva! The world is getting crazier, but at least now we’ve got legalized weed to self-medicate (until Jeff Sessions’ goons arrest us all). Speaking of the world, it’s also the day before Earth Day, so…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our last live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2017, a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—or Trumpible, if you will, since much of the terror was caused by the Trumpus. Whether you loved or hated it, this year is in the rear (for my full year-in-review and unadulterated thoughts on the unbonobo presidunce and erotic resistance, see #GoBonobos in 2018, also in Counterpunch). Thus, with a fond farewell to this year’s 45 sensational shows, a Merry New Year and a very Happy Nude Rear to all, we present the 2017 SUZY awards.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s February, so-named for the februa, leather strips that the ancient Roman Lupercalians would wield across hot palms and willing behinds, flogging and whipping the populace into a sexual frenzy that would very often lead to a baby boom nine months later.

by Dr. Susan Block. Still *in recovery* from our scintillating New Year’s Eve bacchanal, we gather together in the Womb Room on our first broadcast of 2017, reflecting upon our 44 great shows of 2016, as we ceremoniously bestow The SUZY Awards for the fifth consecutive year. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of ‘peace through pleasure’ in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block. The past is quite imperfect, and the future looks like an über-scary clown, but Bonoboville lights up the crossroads with an off-the-charts fantastic, orgiastic and very Happy New Year’s Eve. It’s a night of communal ecstasy, collective joy, bonoboësque spirit, rainbow-ësque diversity, resistance to oppression from all directions and pure pleasure… with a little bit of pain. Featuring a galaxy of porn stars, pundits, singers, swingers and LA’s most preeminent pro-Dommes, we spank out the old annus (and anus) and flog in a very Happy Nude Rear, as we ride the magical orgasmical Sybian into a deliriously climactic 2017.