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: 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.
Length: 118:17 minutes Date: 12/15/2012 With shocking news of the Sandy Hook massacre painfully fresh in our minds, many of us are searching for ways to process and combat the evil that would drive a fellow human to mass murder, as we gather in churches, mosques and temples around the nation. Here in the Womb Room sanctuary of our “Church” of BonoboVille, we ethical hedonists also gather together to honor the fallen and fight evil with its opposite and, in a way, its antidote: love. And I’m not just talking about ethereal love for God or humankind; I’m talking about physical love: hugging, touching, rubbing, kissing and yes, making love, e.g., having sex. It’s the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. From the Olympian hardcore lovemaking of a husband and wife to the communal ecstasy that envelopes the congregation as we dance, drum, spank, suck, fuck, squirt and revel in live music inspired by ancient tribes, we celebrate the spirit of eros (love), the counterpoint to thanatos (death) throughout this show. As Lara Riscol, a guest on “Sex vs Violence: Gun Shots vs Cum Shots: Which Do You Prefer?,” points out in her excellent essay What Terrorizes Americans Most: Guns or Sexual Freedom? (composed after that other ghastly massacre in Aurora), “America treats sex, not violence, as the biggest threat to families and the nation.” As long as we do that, we can expect more massacres, at home and abroad. As long as we sanction invasions, executions and drone strikes that kill children, while humiliating a decorated General not for bombing innocents but for having an affair, why should we be surprised when one of our troubled young men picks up a few of his mom’s prized military-style guns and mass-murders a bunch of kids on his own? We shouldn’t be surprised, and we aren’t, which is all the more reason we need to summon that spirit of eros within and all around us. Also, it’s the holidays, and we’re in a festive, slightly blasphemous mood. Not that I’m trying to insult anyone’s religion, but I am the Irreverend Dr. Block, and I do like to have fun with tradition. Nobody but the Pope and Rick Santorum would mind that most of my female guests are clad in skimpy SeXmas red teddies. But should our Divine Interventions Nativity Scene, including the Baby Jesus butt plug basking in the immaculate nurturance of the Mother Mary dildo, put some of you over the blasphemy threshold, just remember: it’s compassionate blasphemy. After all, it is far better to put Jesus in your butt than shoot him out of the barrel of your Mom’s semiautomatic Bushmaster .223 caliber assault rifle. It’s also the auspicious eighth night of the Jewish Festival of Lights which, disturbingly, celebrates a war. But candlelight is romantic, and I love the menorah, so we light three of them, reciting the ancient Hebrew bracha behind a beautiful blazing bonfire, like a burning bush of desire, some of us topless and others garbed in strange masks. How could such a delightful Hannukah scene be blasphemy? Maybe I push it a little when I use the shamash candle to drip hot wax on one of my lovely guests’ naked breasts. Does the fact that she used to be a Sunday school teacher and revels in the irreverence of the moment make it more blasphemous? It actually struck me as a fine way to celebrate the miraculous fire, and I think, along with Strip Dreidel, it’ll become a BonoboVille Hanukkah tradition . We also celebrate the antidote to all these crazy religions: the 221st birthday of the Bill of Rights. Of course, we’re big supporters of the First Amendment which gives us Freedom from Church, as well as Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press and the right to peaceably assemble. Despite its presence at the top of the list, our government agencies often don’t respect this amendment, and many innocents have gone to prison for it, including my husband Max. We also love the Fourth Amendment which was the basis of the case we won against the LAPD when they invaded BonoboVille, guns cocked (but fortunately for us all, not shooting). Back to shooting. The only gun you should be shooting is the one between your legs. So, when we come to the Second Amendment, especially after Sandy Hook, I’m not feeling very warm and fuzzy. But then I don’t imagine that the “right of the people to keep and bear arms” was meant to include semiautomatic assault weapons like the ones the attacker’s mom kept around the house. No doubt, a little gun control would go a long way toward lowering the death count. Just before the Sandy Hook massacre, another disturbed male assaulted another classroom of children in China. Since China has strong gun control laws, the attacker used a knife and though he wounded his victims, all of them survived. So yes, let’s take advantage of the situation and push better gun control through now while the blustering NRA is weak and just slightly ashamed of itself. But we need to do more than make laws. This part is trickier, and it’s a lot more difficult for me to say and for us to do, though its just as important to our safety and well-being. As a society, we need to understand the relationship between sexual pleasure and violence (see Dr. James Prescott), and we must try to deal more effectively with our mentally ill. We also need to make it safe for young, loner men at their sexual peak but perhaps their emotional depth to seek help, to talk to someone knowledgeable about what’s bothering them. Almost inevitably, what’s bothering them has something to do with sex, often involving shame and humiliation. Btw, you can call us anytime here at the Institute if you need to talk about and explore whatever’s bothering you. Yes, this is a little detour into a shameless plug, and if you’re at the economic level of the shooter, you can afford our private services. But you can also talk to us free any Saturday night on the show. This is our business, but it’s also our passion. We believe in the healing power of Bonobo Liberation, and you can see, hear and almost smell that power flowing, dancing, laughing and ejaculating throughout this amazing show.
Featuring: Catherine Imperio, Jay Voom, Jewels Jade, Max Hardcore, Samantha Fairley, Shay Golden, The Dogons, Unlicensed ProfessionalsA 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.
Featuring: Brock Hard, Catherine Imperio, Chris Gore, Justine Middleton, Kinky Gaga, Richard Buonagurio, Ryan Balas, Ryan Bodycombe, Samantha Fairley, Shay Golden, The DTease, Unlicensed Professionals, Wilson GilIt’s our second to last show in the palatial Downtown LA penthouse we’ve called home for the past three and a half years. The Speakeasy is on the move to an even better location (more details soon)! But we love the old place, so we’re taking two shows to say good-bye (so RSVP for the last show now!). It’s been a fantastic space, but it’s just a space, and the Spirit of the Speakeasy—the heart, soul and gonads of Bonoboville, as well as the work of the Institute—moves with us. We’re not sharecroppers on some corporate plantation; we are hunter/gatherers, and we move along, taking only what we can carry on our backs—including about 20 beds, 700 pieces of erotic art, 1000 books and a Steinway baby grand piano. So If you can volunteer to help with box donation (we need boxes of all sizes ASAP!), yard sale, packing and moving, call us now at 213-670-0066 (ask for Ashley or Todd). To thank our volunteers, we’ll be offering free passes to DrSuzy.tv and a special place in sex heaven…
Featuring: Catherine Imperio, Dark Phoenix, Fawnia, Jason Rouse, Kiki Daire, Kinky Gaga, Samantha Fairley, Selena White, Steven St. Croix, Unlicensed ProfessionalsHonoring the second principle of Sex Appeal: Six Ethical Principles for the 21st Century, we “celebrate sex” in the Womb Room once again, trying, as always, to get to “know ourselves” (fourth principle of Sex Appeal) while “doing no harm” (first principle), “being careful” (third principle) “not to throw stones” (sixth principle), but “speaking up and out” (fifth principle) with some seriously sex-laden discourse—not to mention, Sybian-riding intercourse. My two featured guests, a distinguished professor and a dazzling porn star, present their interpretations of “sex appeal,” delving into such stimulating subjects as sodomy, condoms, courtroom dramas, BDSM, bonobos, ethical hedonism, unethical Puritanism and how to ride a giant vibrator for maximum orgasmic potential.
Featuring: Brandon Thibeault, Catherine Imperio, Courtney Taylor, Dr. Paul Abramson, Terry GrossWith shocking news of the Sandy Hook massacre painfully fresh in our minds, many of us are searching for ways to process and combat the evil that would drive a fellow human to mass murder, as we gather in churches, mosques and temples around the nation. Here in the Womb Room sanctuary of our “Church” of BonoboVille, we ethical hedonists also gather together to honor the fallen and fight evil with its opposite and, in a way, its antidote: love. And I’m not just talking about ethereal love for God or humankind; I’m talking about physical love: hugging, touching, rubbing, kissing and yes, making love, e.g., having sex. It’s the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. From the Olympian hardcore lovemaking of a husband and wife to the communal ecstasy that envelopes the congregation as we dance, drum, spank, suck, fuck, squirt and revel in live music inspired by ancient tribes, we celebrate the spirit of eros (love), the counterpoint to thanatos (death) throughout this show.
Featuring: Brock Hard, Catherine Imperio, Jay Voom, Jewels Jade, Lara Riscol, Max Hardcore, Samantha Fairley, Shay Golden, The Dogons, Unlicensed ProfessionalsIt’s our second to last show in the palatial Downtown LA penthouse we’ve called home for the past three and a half years. The Speakeasy is on the move to an even better location (more details soon)! But we love the old place, so we’re taking two shows to say good-bye (so RSVP for the last show now!). It’s been a fantastic space, but it’s just a space, and the Spirit of the Speakeasy—the heart, soul and gonads of Bonoboville, as well as the work of the Institute—moves with us. We’re not sharecroppers on some corporate plantation; we are hunter/gatherers, and we move along, taking only what we can carry on our backs—including about 20 beds, 700 pieces of erotic art, 1000 books and a Steinway baby grand piano. So If you can volunteer to help with box donation (we need boxes of all sizes ASAP!), yard sale, packing and moving, call us now at 213-670-0066 (ask for Ashley or Todd). To thank our volunteers, we’ll be offering free passes to DrSuzy.tv and a special place in sex heaven…
Featuring: Catherine Imperio, Dark Phoenix, Fawnia, Jason Rouse, Kiki Daire, Kinky Gaga, Samantha Fairley, Selena White, Steven St. Croix, Unlicensed Professionals