Not that we’ve turned into helplessly sex-addicted stalkers or anything, but this show is obsessed with obsession… with Kelsey Obsession that is. In fact, we spend almost the whole live broadcast communing with this adorable fetish phenom and her amiable hubby Terry, exploring her uniquely kinky films, unraveling her erotic desires and peering up her oh-so articulate anus. Indeed, Kelsey has many talents and skills, including a master’s degree which she employs as her other alter ego, sexuality instructor “Kelsey Education.” But in her naughtier secret identity as Kelsey Obsession, the star of her fetish films and the object of her fans’ obsessive cravings, she is an exceedingly anal gal specializing in the not-for-everybody niche market of the “fart fetish” (thus the anal articulation). In fact, Ms. Obsession is pretty much the Farting Queen of the Internet, as we see in a very explicit clip in which she plays a teacher who farts into the face of her eager-to-please student/slave (convincingly played by Terry) as he licks and sniffs his sultry instructor’s loudly trumpeting anus in the hope of receiving a better grade. We’re betting he gets an “A” for his anal efforts as he asphyxiates her ass aromatics until “fart particles” (farticles?) have surely coated his lungs.

The core inspiration for the erotic, peaceful and loving life we espouse and try to live here in BonoboVille comes from the actual “Make Love Not War” bonobo chimpanzees. Bonobos (Latin: pan paniscus) are our “kissing cousins,” sharing over 98% of their DNA with us humans who are the only other species that enjoys kissing quite so much. Bonobos swing through the trees as well as with each other, the females are in charge, and (so far) they have never been observed killing each other in the wild or captivity. Seeing these sexy beasts “in action” opens our eyes to a sensuous, playful world without war. Yet they are, alarmingly, on the brink of extinction in their native habitat in the Congo, aka the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC).

Spartacus, a hunky, spunky Thracian gladiator who led a group of slaves, serfs and vagabonds in a major uprising against the Roman Republic known as the Third Servile War (around 70 BCE), has long been a potent symbol of fighting oppression, not to mention the name of a popular Starz TV show. “Spartacus” was also a landmark 1960 film that turned the historically factual tale of a slave whose military genius temporarily bested Rome into a romance, featuring Jean Simmons as the great love that inspires Kirk Douglas as Spartacus. Directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film was written by “Hollywood Ten” blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo (based on a novel by the also blacklisted Howard Fast). President-elect John F. Kennedy crossed picket lines to see the movie, helping to end blacklisting. The phrase “I am Spartacus!” became a cry of revolt that seemed to echo through the various “revolutions” of the 1960s and 70s, from the Civil Rights, Youth and Anti-War Movements to the Sexual Revolution. Now, contributing a vital component to the modern legacy of Spartacus is Marcus London, writer, director, producer and star of Spartacus XXX, aka Spartacus MMXII: In the Beginning, which will be released in two weeks. The clips and trailers reveal an epic motion picture with explicit scenes, a beautifully filmed, acted and historically sensitive presentation of the Spartacus story, including hot sex between slaves, nobles and everybody else. After all, if you want to paint the full historical picture, why leave out the sex? Why? Because that’s what most Hollywood movies and TV shows do in an effort to avoid the “XXX” or even an “NC-17” rating, creating a state of de facto censorship that’s just as bad as blacklisting. Well, Marcus London didn’t leave out the sex. And based on what I’ve seen of the clips and trailers, I prefer his version of Spartacus to the others (sorry Stanley), but maybe that’s because I’d rather see those hunky gladiator bodies engaged in lovemaking than killing each other—at least occasionally. That’s what I like about this kind of film; it’s not all about sex, but it doesn’t leave out sex. It’s got an engaging plot about real historical events with great production values and believable acting, as well as a little well-filmed, relevant-to-the-story, seamlessly integrated, historically authentic, hardcore humping. So I was very happy to welcome Marcus back on The Dr. Susan Block Show, and Tasia transformed BonoboVille into a Temple of Venus in his honor. Marcus’ first appearance on my show as the “Squirt Instructor” was a female ejaculation sensation, and since he’d said he wanted to demonstrate his new “squirt watch,” I knew there would be some amrita flowing. But my expectations are far surpassed when five different hot ladies—sexperts, sexpots, female ejaculation veterans and virgins—all squirt in the course of the show—including me! Yes indeed Brothers and Sisters, thanks to Marcus’ gladiatorial touch, I squirt like the Trevi Fountain, and Squirt Salon 33 is a veritable Hurricane of Holy Water. Oh, and then my wild and sexy old friend Kat appears, with her handsome hubby BD, and she out-squirts us all in the after-party. Pix and video coming soon to DrSuzy.tv. In retrospect, I think it would have been cool for the RadioSUZY1 audience if we’d each proclaimed, “I am Squirtacus!” as we squirted. But we were way too busy shrieking with delight with ourselves and Marcus Spartacus’ magic fingers. But no, there’s no squirting in the movie, Spartacus XXX, at least not “in the beginning.” Marcus is such a stickler for historical veracity that he won’t show squirting because he says they didn’t do that then. I’m not so sure, since Aristotle wrote about “vaginal expulsions” that sound exactly like female ejaculation—over 100 years before Spartacus essentially pissed all over Rome. I think some women must have squirted, as we always have, though we probably didn’t make female ejaculation a goal. Even squirt-free, Marcus’ cinematic labor of love really should win some awards, and hopefully the fact that it is financed by his beautiful co-star Miko Lee, and not one of the big studios, won’t prevent that. But back to the fine art of female ejaculation. Like a few others who know “the secret” of the G-spot—Lasse and Axel Braun, as well as Deborah Sundahl—Marcus really knows how to make women squirt. Who knows if the historic Spartacus, in addition to epic freedom-fighting—also liberated the ladies’ ability to ejaculate, but Marcus Spartacus turns my Womb Room into a Circus Squirtacus, for sure. The proof is in this soaking wet show!

Length: 100 Minutes Date: 12/01/2012 The core inspiration for the erotic, peaceful and loving life we espouse and try to live here in BonoboVille comes from the actual “Make Love Not War” bonobo chimpanzees. Bonobos (Latin: pan paniscus) are our “kissing cousins,” sharing over 98% of their DNA with us humans who are the only other species that enjoys kissing quite so much. Bonobos swing through the trees as well as with each other, the females are in charge, and (so far) they have never been observed killing each other in the wild or captivity. Seeing these sexy beasts “in action” opens our eyes to a sensuous, playful world without war. Yet they are, alarmingly, on the brink of extinction in their native habitat in the Congo, aka the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC). Back in the mid-1990’s, fellow bonobo buff and former National Geographic correspondent Sally Jewel Coxe came on my show to tell us about an organization she was forming called the Bonobo Conservation Initiative (BCI). Having just returned from the war-torn Congo (then called Zaire), Sally had big dreams of rescuing and protecting wild bonobos from the deadly bushmeat trade, preserving the Congolese rainforest (rapidly deteriorating thanks to heedless human exploitation), empowering the local people and creating a “Bonobo Peace Forest,” a cooperative conservation network surrounding the wild bonobos that would would work towards all these goals. At the time, with bloody conflicts raging in and around the Congo, Sally’s dream of conservation and cooperation sounded like a pipedream and, without access to their remote jungle habitat, nobody was even sure if there were any wild bonobos left to save. Now, just a little over a decade later, I’m thrilled to report that Sally’s fantasies are becoming reality, and BCI is turning into an international powerhouse of enlightened conservation. Sally and her partners in the DRC are finding tribes of wild bonobos where we had once assumed there were none, educating people about pan paniscus and helping to protect them from poachers, saving bonobo orphans and bringing them to Lola ya Bonobo, Claudine Andre’s sanctuary (see Vanessa Woods’ “Bonobo Handshake“), as well as funding a medical clinic, school and other much-needed services for the poverty-stricken local population. With the help of bonobo lovers like us and conservationists around the world, BCI is making miracles happen right now, so that, maybe, just maybe, we can save our kissing cousins from extinction. Then maybe they can help us save ourselves from the debilitating destruction of lethal human violence, sexual repression, murder and war. This show is dedicated to Sally’s vision and perseverance, and to BCI’s amazing accomplishments thus far and the urgent work that must be done to save the bonobos. The first half is a fascinating interview with BCI-UK’s about bonobos, their extraordinary sex lives, and the work of BCI. Then, revved up from bonobo “class,” the second half explodes into a peacefully riotous BonoboVille sexathon of spankings, stripteases, oral sex, Sybian rides, simian hoots and hollers throughout producer Tasia Sutor’s amazing jungle boogie set, as well as a lovely demonstration of that popular bonobo behavior that primatologists call “genito-genital rubbing,” and which the native Mogandu people call “hoka-hoka” which somewhat resembles human female tribadism or scissoring. Thanks to Condomania and Saran Wrap, all of this “performance erotica” is Measure B compliant—even though LA’s new Measure B is essentially unconstitutional and pragmatically ridiculous. If you’re even remotely interested in bonobos, great apes, evolution, conservation, natural feminism or wild sex, don’t miss this awesome, sex evolutionary show. And please do whatever you can—give money or your time—to support the work of BCI, the bonobos, the rainforest and the future, which we’re all in—bonobos, people and all of life on earth—together. GO BONOBO! {8:(l) Go BCI!

Length: 120:25 minutes Date: 09/01/2012 See all the free pix here. X pix and Video at DrSuzy.tv Spartacus, a hunky, spunky Thracian gladiator who led a group of slaves, serfs and vagabonds in a major uprising against the Roman Republic known as the Third Servile War (around 70 BCE), has long been a potent symbol of fighting oppression, not to mention the name of a popular Starz TV show. “Spartacus” was also a landmark 1960 film that turned the historically factual tale of a slave whose military genius temporarily bested Rome into a romance, featuring Jean Simmons as the great love that inspires Kirk Douglas as Spartacus. Directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film was written by “Hollywood Ten” blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo (based on a novel by the also blacklisted Howard Fast). President-elect John F. Kennedy crossed picket lines to see the movie, helping to end blacklisting. The phrase “I am Spartacus!” became a cry of revolt that seemed to echo through the various “revolutions” of the 1960s and 70s, from the Civil Rights, Youth and Anti-War Movements to the Sexual Revolution. Now, contributing a vital component to the modern legacy of Spartacus is Marcus London, writer, director, producer and star of Spartacus XXX, aka Spartacus MMXII: In the Beginning, which will be released in two weeks. The clips and trailers reveal an epic motion picture with explicit scenes, a beautifully filmed, acted and historically sensitive presentation of the Spartacus story, including hot sex between slaves, nobles and everybody else. After all, if you want to paint the full historical picture, why leave out the sex? Why? Because that’s what most Hollywood movies and TV shows do in an effort to avoid the “XXX” or even an “NC-17” rating, creating a state of de facto censorship that’s just as bad as blacklisting. Well, Marcus London didn’t leave out the sex. And based on what I’ve seen of the clips and trailers, I prefer his version of Spartacus to the others (sorry Stanley), but maybe that’s because I’d rather see those hunky gladiator bodies engaged in lovemaking than killing each other—at least occasionally. That’s what I like about this kind of film; it’s not all about sex, but it doesn’t leave out sex. It’s got an engaging plot about real historical events with great production values and believable acting, as well as a little well-filmed, relevant-to-the-story, seamlessly integrated, historically authentic, hardcore humping. So I was very happy to welcome Marcus back on The Dr. Susan Block Show, and Tasia transformed BonoboVille into a Temple of Venus in his honor. Marcus’ first appearance on my show as the “Squirt Instructor” was a female ejaculation sensation, and since he’d said he wanted to demonstrate his new “squirt watch,” I knew there would be some amrita flowing. But my expectations are far surpassed when five different hot ladies—sexperts, sexpots, female ejaculation veterans and virgins—all squirt in the course of the show—including me! Yes indeed Brothers and Sisters, thanks to Marcus’ gladiatorial touch, I squirt like the Trevi Fountain, and Squirt Salon 33 is a veritable Hurricane of Holy Water. Oh, and then my wild and sexy old friend Kat appears, with her handsome hubby BD, and she out-squirts us all in the after-party. Pix and video coming soon to DrSuzy.tv. In retrospect, I think it would have been cool for the RadioSUZY1 audience if we’d each proclaimed, “I am Squirtacus!” as we squirted. But we were way too busy shrieking with delight with ourselves and Marcus Spartacus’ magic fingers. But no, there’s no squirting in the movie, Spartacus XXX, at least not “in the beginning.” Marcus is such a stickler for historical veracity that he won’t show squirting because he says they didn’t do that then. I’m not so sure, since Aristotle wrote about “vaginal expulsions” that sound exactly like female ejaculation—over 100 years before Spartacus essentially pissed all over Rome. I think some women must have squirted, as we always have, though we probably didn’t make female ejaculation a goal. Even squirt-free, Marcus’ cinematic labor of love really should win some awards, and hopefully the fact that it is financed by his beautiful co-star Miko Lee, and not one of the big studios, won’t prevent that. But back to the fine art of female ejaculation. Like a few others who know “the secret” of the G-spot—Lasse and Axel Braun, as well as Deborah Sundahl—Marcus really knows how to make women squirt. Who knows if the historic Spartacus, in addition to epic freedom-fighting—also liberated the ladies’ ability to ejaculate, but Marcus Spartacus turns my Womb Room into a Circus Squirtacus, for sure. The proof is in this soaking wet show!