by Dr. Susan Block. Did I spill wine all over myself at last Saturday’s Bunny 420 Passover, Honey? Because I’m decked out in burgundy everything for this show, from my big wine-colored hat (a gift from HBO) to my Manischewitz-colored high-heeled boots (another gift from a boot-fetish fan). What’s the favorite wine of a Jewish American Princess (JAP)? I wanna go to Miami! That’s an ancient joke, before climate change and corruption turned Miami Beach into an alligator and human lizard-infested swamp. Now maybe Palm Beach and Mar-A-Lago are places to whine for, but watch out for the sex-worker police! Emboldened by the rather loosely defined SESTA/FOSTA laws, they’re charging any woman with “human trafficking” if she accepts money from any man… for just about anything.

by Dr. Susan Block. Easter bunnies gather ‘round the Seder table in the Womb Room for Easter Eve, the second night of Passover and 4/20 festivities in the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in the Womb Room sanctuary of our new Bonoboville. Officiating in my Easter pastel pink and blue priestly robes, fringed tallit, a Medieval-style Christian cross and a Star of David (woven for me by Twin Towers inmates from the threads of their prison uniforms) around my neck, a “Lox et Veritas” g-string (made for a Sex Week at Yale when I spoke to the Chai Society), a Virgin of Guadalupe bracelet (given to me by Ana when I was in the hospital last year), a 420-green Agwa lei and matching JuxLeather finger flogger, big pink rabbit ears on my Easter hat and (off and on) Star-of-David shaped sunglasses, I, the Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, channel the spirit of the Great Bonobo Spring Easter Bunny 4/20 Matzah Goddess…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our 27th wedding anniversary! Actually, it’s the day after our 27th wedding anniversary, which Capt’n Max and I spent together, just the two of us, gazing upon lush green and “purple mountain majesties” and saying corny things to each other about who loves whom “more.”

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s our first show in our new space! There’s a first time for everything, but there’s only one first time for anything. I may not believe Sade when she sings that it’s “Never As Good As the First Time,” but I will say you never get to have a second first time. This is it!

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 Valentine’s Day is coming… Ah V-Day, the High Holiday of Love; charged with mixed emotions for many of us (me too!) and (unless you’re Miley and Liam) especially tough to navigate in this politically divisive, sexually suspicious, hyper-commercialized, economically unfair, disturbingly climate-changing and emotionally exhausting moment in human history. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, porn stars and rawkstars, husbands and wives: these are challenging times for love of all kinds. But here at the little Love Church of The Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we accept the “Valentine Challenge” with a three-part erotic, artistic, therapeutic, cathartic, ecstatic, bonoboesque and tremendously fun Valentine Season 2019: 1) Valentine Splosh featuring Dr. Susan Block’s SPEAKEASY Journal: SPLOSH ‘n’ Art edition; that’s this show 2) World Bonobo Day on 2/14, V-Day itself, 3) Lupercalia (the original pagan V-Day) on 2/16 and the launch of the spanking new SPANK ‘n’ Art edition of Dr. Susan Block’s SPEAKEASY JOURNAL.

by Dr. Susan Block t’s Groundhog Day, and like Punxsutawney Phil, I poke my head out of my little hole in the ground, after over a month of hibernation. Not only do I declare an early Spring, I broadcast “Sex, Fun, Wisdom” and Valentine Season Love live from the Womb Room of the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in Bonoboville. Not that there’s much of a congregation for this show as we don’t invite any guests or volunteers; it’s just us Bonoboville homies in da house: Abe Bonobo runs tech, Ana and Miguel fluff the set, Mars FX switches, Lily Garnet live-tweets, Harry Sapien and Gideon Grayson run video cams, Onyx Devall shoots stills, as Blossom Green to my left, chats with our Facebook Live fans while Capt’n Max to my right, steers our Ship of Fools for Love… and lust. Last but not least, Betsey, our 93-year-old canine angel, is on guard in her puppy parka, protecting us from harm.

by Dr. Susan Block What a very merry XXXmas in Bonoboville filled with kinky Santas, “naughty” elves, a traditional nude caroler, a nasty Grinch and a hot “horny” reindeer. Ho Ho Ho! Merry Xmas! Merry Merry Merry XXXmas! There’s a reason ‘tis the season for that X and even the XXX. Over 2000 years before Christmas existed, Mesopotamia’s Winter Carnival featured mummers-style parades with floats carrying XXX-rated scenes of sex among the Gods. The Greek Winter Festival honored another populist Son of God with a human mother who worked miracles, made wine and was resurrected after death; His name was Dionysus.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a very juicy Spanksgiving, filled with group spankings, paddling, flogging, spanking in bondage, Commedia Erotica, true spanking confessions and climaxing with a very Juici Jenni squirting all over my hand as I spank her bare bottom, like popping champagne, a spanking hot, wet and very merry start to the 2018 holidaze.

by Dr. Susan Block What an intense Scorpio birthday weekend, packed with passion, beauty, horror, outrage and ecstasy. Intensity and passion are marks of the sign of Scorpio, symbolized by the scorpion who stings as well as the dove who makes peace. It’s a Bonoboville special celebration of Scorpio LIFE… with death always somewhere around the corner, just a madman’s gunshot, a fiery gust of climate-changed wind or a heart attack away.

by Dr. Susan Block From the politics of fear to the aphrodisiac of awe, latex booty love, spanking confessions, teasing domination, sapiosexual conversation and a Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom fencing match, we celebrate the Spooky Season in BOOnoBOOville. After this week of harrowing political murder and Trump-emboldened mayhem, we also give ourselves and our audience some intensive Trumpocalypse erotic theater therapy, dominating another Mango Manchild surrogate, kicking him squarely in the Trump Crime Family jewels.

Holy Orgasms, Batman! From a Caped Crusader Leather Daddy to twin Harley Quinns, Tony Stark spanking Pepper Potts, and a naked Rainbowscum princess riding the Motorbunny like a Batmobile gone wild, Kink Month 3 on DrSuzy.Tv takes the exhibitionistic art of cosplay to superheroic heights. Once again, on the little wooden stage of the Womb Room (our variation on the Bat Cave) at the Church of The Bonobo Way in the part mythical/part real town of BOOnoBOOville, we redefine the meaning of Commedia Erotica, this time in terms of cosplay, aka “costume roleplay.”

by Dr. Susan Block If the ongoing Trumpocalyptic Kavanaughmageddon has you reeling, this show will get you feeling really good. From Blue Wave motivation to Commedia Erotica delight, quadruple-boobalicious Bonoboville Communion to kinky FemDom flogging and sassy striptease to sapiosexual spoken word poetry delivered in tandem with an operatic, naked Motorbunny orgasm, we put the Super-Kink in Kink Month.

by Dr. Susan Block Female ejaculation baptizes my Womb Room in a gushing Kink Month Kick-Off with Holy Water so hot, it washes away the sickening sight of lying, crying Kavanaugh’s confirmation to the Supreme FFFFing Court. Kavanaugh Gives Us Cavities Ouch! Whether or not he’s a full-on rapist, in those hot and heavy Senate hearings, Brett “the Blubbering Brat” Kavanaugh proved to be utterly unfit to clean the toilets of the Supreme Court ladies’ room (where he might push his flaccid virginal white-privileged frat-boy drunk dick in someone’s face), let alone one of its lifetime justices. This is why he is the first Associate Justice to be overwhelmingly rejected as “unfit” by the American Bar Association, Yale Law School (his alma mater), Jesuit Magazine and his Yale roommate Chad.

by Dr. Susan Block Live from the Womb Room Sanctuary of the little Love Church of Bonoboville, Self-Love September climaxes with sexy FemDoms and funny FemComs coming together to give Lying Crying Kavanaugh the spanking he so richly deserves, expose Trump’s Mario Kart Yeti-pubed toadstool peepee, engage in beautiful boobalicious Bonoboville Communion and give a lucky caller a big bonoboesque incel orgasm. Sapiosexual Commedia Erotica and intensive Erotic Theater Therapy for the Trumpocalypse at its finest!

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Autumn Equinox, the first day of Fall officially falling on September 22, as we broadcast this effervescent, waxing Harvest Moon of a show live from the Little Love Church of Bonoboville on the edge of another wildfire and across the country from another hurricane. As the sun sashays across the Earth’s equator from north to south, camgals, gypsies, erotic entertainers and soldiers on the front lines in the war against sexual oppression, gather together in my Womb Room, and we all fall into the Bonobo Way to seize the day for peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather.

by Dr. Susan Block Happy Labia Day! It’s our fourth annual Labia Day broadcasting live from the Womb Room in the little Love Church of Bonoboville on The Dr. Susan Block Show. Just in case you don’t know, “Labia Day” is our name for Labor Day or more specifically, the Saturday before Labor Day.

by Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville seems to attract Virgos, and if I believed in astrology, I’d know why. As it is, I’m just glad none of these Virgos are virgins. On the contrary, our Virgo Birthday Gals—the fabulous Rhiannon Aarons, Danni Dawson and Mother Tink—are bad ass babes with big boobs out, butts getting spanked, cakes getting sploshed and masked striptease, from electric violin to electric whips.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a hot summer night of free sex therapy for the Trumpocalypse in the Womb Room sanctuary of the Little Church of Bonoboville, healing our callers and ourselves with the power and glory of sex, love, understanding and the Bonobo Way. I only have one official guest—top Dr. Susan Block Institute sex therapist, Chanel, though my adorable new assistant Blossom Green, Ikkor the Wolf and Capt’n Max join us in this intimate gathering of sapiosexual conversation, booby-ful Bonoboville Communion, foot play and spanking, turning this into a very special show.