by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, FemDoms, lend me your ears! I cum to bury Valentine’s Day (not to praise it)… and to resurrect the Lupercalia for modern times. Lupercalia is the original holiday of the heart, the wild municipal whipping party referenced most famously in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, which the Catholic Church sanitized and Hallmark commercialized into what we now call Valentine’s Day.

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 It’s a whip-cracking, she-wolf-howling, floggerific Lupercalia to whip all other Lupercalias’ horny, heart-shaped butts into shape. Date-wise, we’re actually a tad late for the Lupercal. That’s because Capt’n Max and I were up at UC Berkeley for Valentine’s Day (the sanitized, Catholicized, Hallmark remake of Lupercalia), sharing our Gospel of the Love Apes on the high holiday of love at the heart (or maybe the spleen) of the love revolution in beautiful liberal Bezerkeley. My talk went great (blog, video and pix coming soon!), and we had a deliciously romantic and orgasmic Valentine weekend, plus there was even a Lupercalia party; it seems like everyone and their pagan grandma is going Lupey for Lupercalia these Februaries. Though this Berkeley Lupercalia was basically just a cake and cocktails, featuring some lovely Lupercalian Berkeleyans, but no flogging or even a light spanking. No offense to the horny and Lupey of Berkeley, but we just had to come back to Bonoboville to whip it good.

By Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville sparkles with the spirit of Xmas, the heat of Sexmas, the wonders of Winter Solstice and the carnivalesque carnalities and unexpected upheavals of Saturnalia, as friends, lovers, sexperts and sexpots gather together to share stimulating ideas, good vibes, deep emotions and delicious bodies, celebrating the erotic fecundity of life in the dead of winter. Not that the chilly season ever gets too harsh in sunny So Cal, but still, Baby It’s Cold Outside!

by Dr. Susan Block On Thanksgiving, let us give thanks for all we love. And on Spanksgiving, let us give spanks to all consenting adults who need spankings. And let us practice the Bonobo Way so we may find a way to stop killing one another. Let us learn from our bonobo sisters and brothers how we too might live in peace through pleasure… with a little spanking. And let us spank our hands together across a nice warm, willing, well-shaped ass, and let us say Amen. And AWOMEN. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, celebrating Spanksgiving on the Saturday night after Thanksgiving is an official Bonoboville tradition, almost (but not quite!) a religious ritual, and this bonoboësque, booty-ful show definitely spanks your twitchy cerebrum as well as your holiday bun-loving libido.

by Dr. Susan Block Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners, Witches & Bitches, Tramps & Vamps… as nights grow long, Halloween draws nigh and “Kink Month” hits the midway spot, gather ye into the Womb Room Speakeasy Cathedral for an old-time evangelical revival meeting, bonobo-style, featuring a Pentecostal preacher, two porn stars, a sweetly sadistic mistress, a sagacious sex therapist and a snake (Eve) in the Garden of BonoBOOville.

by Dr. Susan Block How can you enjoy a good book? Let me count the ways… You can read it, study its poetry or prose, savor its style, explore its meaning, laugh at its jokes, learn from its lessons, put it in a library, discuss it with fellow readers, lend it out to friends, sell it, review it on Amazon, tweet about it, give it as a gift, drop it like a bomb (“shock & awe” with no casualties) or… you could use a book as a spanking paddle to whack a birthday girl’s bottom into a brand spanking new year of life on Earth which also happens to be a spanking new start to the Jewish new year, a.k.a. “Rosh Hashanah.” And Amen and Awomen to all that. Indeed, as we “Fall” into The Bonobo Way, we can see that one of the great literary discoveries of The Dr. Susan Block Show in the Year of the Bonobo (2015) is the remarkably sound spanking capabilities of a good solid print edition. This revelation has made “book-spankings” almost as popular here in Bonoboville as Sybian rides, flogging and Hitachi. On this show, a book-spanking brings together authors, porn stars and a birthday girl’s beautiful bottom in a way that gives peace-through-pleasure to all… as well as a lesson learned

by Dr. Susan Block Freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint is a close second. It’s one of the many ironies of sex that some of the freest people get off on giving up their freedom—consensually, of course. They may be turned on by being “forced” to experience things that they really want but don’t feel free to receive unless they’re restrained. They may be aroused by struggling against the restraints or surrendering as they enter “sub space.” This is one of the bedrock principles of BDSM. Another principle is theater. BDSM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sado-Masochism) is dramatic, and I don’t mean Fifty Shades of Holy Crap drama; I mean the living theater of intimate power exchange, the potent poetry of mixing pleasure with pain as you play—with an audience. This show’s guests of honor are masters of BDSM play. So it’s natural that they’re now creating “plays,” i.e., theatrical entertainments spotlighting the drama of BDSM, engaging in themes of passion (the latin passio means “to suffer”), intimacy, discovery, healing, consensuality and control.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Summer Solstice Eve, the night before the longest day of the year, when the golden sun shines longest upon the Northern Hemisphere, and my featured guest is one of the sunniest personalities in porn: Nina Hartley. From her golden halo of blonde hair to her signature, round, bouncy butt, not to mention her beaming smile, bright repartee and radiant sex-positivity, Nina shines like the summer sun, so it’s no wonder she lights up this show with fun and sexual wisdom. On a mission to promote the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Alliance, which is on a mission to “affirm sexual freedom as a fundamental human right” Nina is accompanied by fellow Woodhull board member (and former Young Republican), Danny O’Neill. They’re excited about Woodhull’s upcoming “Summit,” to be held August 14-17, 2015 in Alexandria, Virginia, a long, lusty, sapiosexual weekend of discussions, seminars, networking events, trainings, parties and, of course, orgies (what’s sexual freedom without orgies?)—like last year, only bigger, better and more orgiastic, right by our nation’s capital.      

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Summer Solstice Eve, the night before the longest day of the year, when the golden sun shines longest upon the Northern Hemisphere, and my featured guest is one of the sunniest personalities in porn: Nina Hartley. From her golden halo of blonde hair to her signature, round, bouncy butt, not to mention her beaming smile, bright repartee and radiant sex-positivity, Nina shines like the summer sun, so it’s no wonder she lights up this show with fun and sexual wisdom.

By Dr. Susan Block It’s our 23rd year of lawfully wedded love and lust, and Capt’n Max and I start the celebration early, just the two of us “partying like bonobos” in bed, climaxing in each other’s arms, the arms we’ve gotten to know so well but, happily, never tired of, lo these 23+ years. Wild and kinky as we are, we’re also very much married, sharing and being “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the romance that just seems to deepen and grow between us as we age. But no couple is an island. Certainly, we aren’t! As much as we cherish our two-way intimacy, we need our Bonoboville community to keep us from going insane or letting our monogamy turn to monotony. One reason our “monogamish” (with a hat tip to Dan Savage and the forthcoming Tao Ruspoli film of that name) marriage seems to work is that we share our love, lust and romance with our Bonoboville of friends, lovers and interesting strangers.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Spring Equinox, and the Womb Room is blooming with daffodils and the scent of sexual excitement, as the leaders of LA’s pleasure-seeking party circuit, artists, authors, porn stars, doctors, comics, fire performers, gorgeous “naughty girls” and hot frisky guys come together to party like bonobos in Bonoboville, sharing salty skin, spirits, hot wax, bike rides, laughter and goodness, gracious, great balls of fire, ringing in Spring with a blaze of collective joy, heralding The Bonobo Spring Revolution. First up on the bed, our guest of honor is author, sex coach, model and international jet-setting party girl Sienna Sinclaire. We haven’t seen sultry Sienna since our 21st Wedding Anniversary when she presented us with her first book Naughty Girl’s Guide to LA, which we’re delighted to be listed in. Now she has another deliciously “naughty,” fun-filled erotic tourist handbook, Naughty Girl’s Guide to Las Vegas. Sienna’s friends, fans and sister(!) make up more than half of the Womb Room audience, and the crowd (many from her Meetup group) roars with appreciation as she bends over and pulls up her dress to reveal her pantyless and perfectly smooth lady-parts, so that her date, Keith C, can take Bonoboville Communion from her anus. This show puts the “anal” in Bacchanalia.

From stimulating “Casual Sex” conversation to a marvelous demonstration of female ejaculation, this star-studded bonoboësque DrSuzy.Tv show brings together great performers and thinkers, professors and porn stars, sexpots and scholars, from Macedonia to Texas and Egypt to LA, to discuss, express, explore and explode with 50,000 shades of the poly-colored rainbow of human sexuality and (once again) soak my bed in Holy Water!

by Dr. Susan Block Still “in recovery” from last Saturday’s orgiastic whiptastic Valentine Lupercalia Bacchanalia, it’s nice to relax into a relatively small, intimate show focusing on just a couple guests, taking on issues of sex, love, the gender of God and 50 Shades of Holy Crap, while enjoying the sensuous sight of red hot wax dripping on the naked, porcelain skin of a bold and very beautiful young woman.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s V-Day 2015 on DrSuzy.Tv, and we celebrate Western civilization’s high holiday of love with a fantastic, orgiastic festival of lust. This sexy star-studded tribute to Lupercalia, the original pagan Valentine’s Day, is one wild, whip-cracking, spanking-hot, swinging, suckling, heart-felt feast for all the senses, including your sense of history. Just in case you don’t know, the history of the idealized, sanitized and highly commercialized holiday we call “Valentine’s Day” is rooted in the fascinating, ancient bacchanalian end-of-Winter festival of the Lupercalia (listen to me tell the story here), which we citizens of Bonoboville have resurrected from the annals of prehistoric Rome to the anals (and hot heart-shaped asses) of modern life. Yes indeed, long before there was the “holy crap” of ”holy crap” of 50 Shades of Grey, there was the sacred, consensual “BDSM” of Lupercalia in red. Get that illuminating history lesson here.

Rousing hip hop rock, ecosexual communion. erotic spoken-word poetry and a good old-fashioned sloppy blowjob are some of this eclectic, artistic show’s highlights. Amanda Blow, winner of the “Most Colorful BJ” 2014 SUZY Award for her fabulous fruit-rollup fellatio in Bonobo Gal Bacchanal, is the leading lady in this stirring cabaret of song and sex.

Slut-Shaming Confessions, Great Music, Double BJ, Bondage, Spankings & Baptism in Holy Water For a mainstream star, Miley Cyrus is pretty wild, outraging elders Sinead and Cher (to name just a few) who tried—and utterly failed—to slut-shame the hyper-sexy young pop sensation… and that was before “Free the Nipple.” But Miley’s porn double, Miley May, is 1000 times wilder as a hardcore “Wrecking Baller,” and her DrSuzy.Tv debut is at least as eye-popping as the original Miley’s VMA performance. But instead of just twerking with bears, Miley May positions herself into the middle of an oral sex orgy with a horny, happily humping tribe of bonoboësque humans, plus a few fine sex toys to keep things buzzing.

What a night! What an excellent, eye-popping, mind-opening, heart-expanding, nipple-freeing, butt-spanking, female-ejaculating, beautiful and very bonoboësque evening with friends, lovers and some rather exciting newcomers, just proving The Dr. Susan Block Show more than merits its title, “The Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth.”

We don’t realize it’s the Wiccan harvesting holiday of Lammas (Anglo Saxon: “loaf-mass”), a.k.a. Lughnasadh, until the last third of the show when sultry Cici the Wicked Wiccan Witch informs us as she strips down to nothing but her slave bracelets and lip gloss to perform Bonoboville Communion in honor of Lugh the Celtic god of corn and craftiness. But in retrospect, this whole show is a fitting celebration of the Wiccan “feast of the first fruits,” as the gals and guys of Bonoboville taste the fruits of each other’s nipples and toast the fruitage of our new social media site (inspired by the real bonobos). We’re still in beta, but getting’ bettah!

The best part of our 22nd Wedding Anniversary party was the after-party! Isn’t it always? Having just competed at the Exotic Dancer Invitational Competition, where she won for “Best Pussy,” at 3am, SHAY LYNN rushed in and rebooted the party with an electrifying jolt, turning it into our first full-blown KITCHEN TABLE ORGY, Shay splaying her amazing body upon the kitchen table and offered herself up for all of Bonoboville to feast upon. But unlike most meals, the more we ate Shay, the more Shay wanted to be eaten… as well as fingered and pretty much everything else, including Dark Phoenix’s scary-looking power tool sex toy that sounded like a buzz saw and felt almost as good as the Hitachi Magic Wand. Then Shay’s friend Selena took her place on the kitchen table as everybody’s breakfast. Selena had “never done this before,” but she pulled out all the stops as she opened her luscious body for the delectation of all, including her boyfriend AJ who screwed her so silly, I had to ask if she was all right (“Yes,” she said, she was having the time of her life). After several screaming orgasms, she begged her friend Cotti to go down on her. Though they’d known each other for years, their friendship had never before included sex, but Cotti slowly, teasingly granted Selena’s request, and the two girlfriends had a real bonobo moment of erotic truth. Meanwhile, Jux Lii was making Shay SQUIRT all over the kitchen floor, and oh so much more! You’ll just have to see it all here on DrSuzy.Tv. Now excuse me while I kiss the groom.

Seems like just 22 hours… but it was 22 years ago that I tied the marital knot with the love of my life, and Saturday night we commemorated that auspicious, legally binding (all that bondage language tells you something about marriage, doesn’t it?) human mating ritual with a rolling party at the Green Horse bar, a squirting-screaming orgy in the Bonoboville kitchen and another epic episode in the ongoing “show” that is our conjoined Saturday night lives...

I enjoy reading all kinds of erotica, from the Bible’s lyrical Song of Songs to Rachel Kramer Bussel’s kinky Cleis Press anthologies and, of course, Anne Rice’s Beauty books. But I could not get through the “erotic” best-seller of all time, 50 Shades of Grey—not even Book 1 of the trilogy. The characters are just so unbelievable, the dialogue so vacuous, the sex so clichéd, the BDSM so contrived and the descriptions so mind-numbingly repetitive, I simply couldn’t stomach more than 50 pages of 50 Shades. Just as the irritatingly naïve lead character, Anastasia Steele, barfs all over her first date with the equally annoying billionaire-dreamboat, Christian Grey, I felt like barfing all over lines like “her curiosity oozes through the phone,” “Holy Crap” (repeated about 50 times, with slight variations like “Double Crap” and “Triple Crap”), “stroking his impressive length,” and “I don’t make love. I fuck.” I mean, how cheesy can you get?

It’s our fourth heart-shaped-ass-whipping celebration of The LUPERCALIA live on DrSuzy.Tv, and once again, we take the original Valentine’s Day of “floggers not flowers” from the overpriced florists and sappy Hallmark card sharks and give it back, with a whack, to the people. Since this primeval holiday was marked by consensual whipping and other practices now associated with “BDSM,” it’s a very special joy to share Lupercalia 2014 with one of the great BDSM “families” of the Left Coast, led by striking (in more ways than one) world-class domina, Goddess Soma Snakeoil, and her alpha slave/Daddy, kilted punk rock legend Mike Burkett, aka “Fat Mike,” lead singer/songwriter and bassist for one of the most successful independent bands of all time, NoFX.

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.

Air Date: 10/13/2012 A probing exploration of conflicted, incestuous feelings and the driving exhibitionism of porn stars versus their documentarians segues into stellar “sex rock” and rolls through an orgiastic storm of swirling feathers , pounding beats, smashing guitars, people’s politics, funny money and beautiful, writhing, naked bodies. If you like erotic punk rock, taboo sex talk and topless raging pillowfights, you’ll love this show.

Air Date: 10/06/2012 In war and politics, “surrender” means defeat. But in sex and erotic play, surrender can be sweet, especially if you’re baring your neck—or your buns…or your soul—to a sexy, skilled, dominant lover, master or mistress. In the spirit of free and consensual BDSM, our little BonoboVille morphs into an idyllic “Domination Nation,” beautiful rulers dispensing justice with spankings and canings, as adorable subjects wag their reddened tails in happy arousal. Thus we explore the dynamics, emotions and etiquette of surrender, submission, domination, discipline, bondage, humiliation, teasing, tickling and aftercare with the lovely and knowledgeable ladies of the Dominion, the oldest, continuously operating BDSM club in America, as well as a sexy porn starlet couple, eager to learn new tricks and show off their hot stuff.

Air Date: 09/29/2012 Are great actors often driven by exhibitionism, the erotic desire to be seen? Moreover, in our age of Youtube, Twitter and Facebook, can any exhibitionist with a camera phone be an “actor” (possibly even an international celebrity, should their Internet exhibitionism go viral)? These are two of the great questions we address—body, mind and soul—in this dramatic, farcical and orgasmic show, featuring a distinguished and charming member of one of theatrical history’s greatest, most important, virtually royal families—the Barrymores—and three delightful actor/exhibitionists who also happen to be porn stars.

Date: 08/17/2012 Vegas is packed with people who play it safe in life, then blow all their hard-earned cash into the mouths of machines that light up like a lover’s eyes, mid-climax. Then there’s the sound of Vegas: all that beeping and squealing, bizarrely resembling orgasm after mechanical orgasm. As long as you keep caressing those sensitive slots with money shots, it never stops. Vegas-style gambling is a Weapon of Mass Seduction. Personally, I prefer to place my bets on my own relatively high-risk work and play: my amazing 20-year marriage that most folks said wouldn’t last, my unconventional sex therapy practice, my uncategorizable show and my belief in ethical hedonism and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. The odds of winning the kind of “games” I like to play are riskier than black jack, and the path to victory is a minefield littered with losers, lovers, foes and friends who trip your every step. But the joy is in the playing—in doing it, as the great gambler Sinatra sang, “My Way.” And every so often, if you play long, hard and “my way” enough, with a little help from Lady Luck, you might win.

Here in BonoboVille, we love to celebrate the sexy side of everyday holidays, from Valentine/Lupercalia to XXXmas, Bastille Day, Purim, St. Patrick’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, a Last Supper Seder hot enough to resurrect the messiah and a very memorable Masturbation Month Memorial Day Climax. So imagine our excitement as we discover “Tug-O-War Day”–the celebration of one of the oldest, most primal sports known to humankind: a contest of strength between two individuals or teams, over a rope or other oblong, tug-able item. Actually, it’s even older than humankind since bonobos and even dogs and cats play tug-o-war with branches, food or chewy toys. So what’s the sexy side of Tug-O-War? If anyone could figure that out, we could, and we did. Thus The Dr. Susan Block Show has become the first (and hopefully not the last) venue to hold a Kegel Muscle Tug-O-War. That’s right–instead of a rope, we use a long double-headed dildo (capped on both sides by Condomania condoms, of course), inserted into two different vaginas. Each participant squeezes her kegels, tugging the dildo in her own direction until the winner tugs the other end out of the loser. Just in case you don’t know a kegel from a bagel, the kegel or pubbococcygeus (PC) muscle found in both men and women, stretches from the pubic bone to the tail bone, supporting the pelvic organs, controlling urine flow and contractions during orgasm. As those of you who know me know, I’m a practically religious believer in keeping your kegels strong and sexy with regular PC muscle “squeeze and release” exercises. Strong kegels help women come more easily and help men control ejaculation. This Kegel Tug-O-War puts those muscles to the test!

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.