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...

It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic, star-studded play-fest to the collective merriment of all.

Erotic “Spoken Word” poetry fills the Womb Room as hardcore body language, wide-open pussy talk and operatic orgasms expand the conversation. This spoken word session, dedicated to my old lover, the late great spoken word storyteller, Spalding Gray, turns orgasms into poetry, a pipe into a dildo and a grand anal finale. As always, it happens in my Speakeasy, where we speak easy about sex, which is not always so easy to speak about. But sometimes an image is worth a thousand spoken words. Although this show is great to listen to (click on the link above), if you really want the Word, you have to watch.

What a night! What an epic orgiastic celebration, an ecstatic affirmation and a grand finale to a really great run of DrSuzy.tv shows, salons, parties, pranks, commedia erotica and the most exciting “underground” events in the history of Downtown LA. What an awesome multi-orgasmic orgy!

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.

It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic play-fest to the collective merriment of all. To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

Masturbation Month 2012 comes to a climactic grand, screaming finale with a Memorial Day Weekend bare booby salute and exhortation for “Masturbation Not Occupation” in my Womb Room. Sexperts join sexpots, from Persia by way of Toronto to Florida, New York and the soul of Dowtown LA, bringing today an intriguing assortment of masturbation researchers, comedians, therapists, porn stars, pussy poppers, booty shakers, Chinese dissidents and American revolutionaries on this lugubrious war holiday mixed with a celebration of self-pleasure. Praise be to the art of self love and let us relish it for all seasons. Lay down your arms and use your fingers. Huzzah! To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

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.

Date: 12/31/2011 What better way to bring in the New Year than with a squirting orgasm, a hot strippin’ ass kickin’ superheroine, a newlywed BJ, kisses all around, spanks for joy, a reverse cowgirl ride into the future, sparklers, champagne and confetti shooting like multi-colored sperm throughout the Womb Room. Whether our notions of time are fact or over-scheduled human fiction, we resolve to occupy our future with sexual literacy, erotic exploration and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. So, to honor the transition from ’11 to ’12, we gather together our brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners for a passionate farewell to the past and a very ecstatic “hello there!” to what’s to come…and come again.

Date: 12/17/2011 Mix a professor, a porn star, a rapper and a squirter, and what do you get? A hot holiday freestylin’ free-for-all that fires up all the erotic cylinders—body, brains and soul—whether or not they serve a clear procreative purpose. From sexual evolution to a hip-hop squirting revolution, from a heated academic debate on Darwin, orgies and squirting to titillating topless Agwa shots, a bottom-less squirt-flowing orgasm, a rhyme-flowing grand finale and a big sloppy kiss to Time for making all of us “protestors” Person of the Year: Viva la Revolución! Viva la Evolución!

Date: 11/19/2011 In honor of sexpots who smoke pot, we welcome two of the world’s highest wonders to the Womb Room: hot women and weed. Our green goddess guest of honor is none other than Mary Jane, one of just a few aphrodisiacs that really work, probably conceived when Mother Nature was feeling a little frisky. And while it’s debatable as to whether the kiss of the kush is addicting, some of our guests verify that the hand of the Hitachi most certainly is. Time to spark it up and squirt it out at the Speakeasy! Warning: Marijuana-use can lead to hot sex and High Times.

Air Date: 10/22/2011 There’s nothing like a joyride on a nice hard broomstick to celebrate the witching season. And one wild, high-flying, enchanted joyride—with dizzying twists, turns, squirts and rolls in the corpses—is just what this show is. Opening with an invocation to witches through history and featuring all kinds of swallowing—from sword dildos to real 27-inch swords—as well as masturbation, golden showers, spanking, fetish Barbie dolls and hilarious, insightful, explosive Weapons of Mass Discussion from my many sexy, lively, dead and undead guests, this Halloweenish show is more fun than a hearse-full of porn stars.