Date: 11/12/2011

The best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned. Sometimes you’ve just got to go with the sexual flow. This happens with some frequency on my show, often creating high levels of Commedia Erotica. This particular show, scheduled to focus on the imminent royal wedding of two princess brides of porn, does a thematic somersault when one fiancée bows out, having come down with a virulent sore throat from too much deep-throat (#pornstarproblem #69) just hours before air-time. A ravishing noble woman cums forth from the Speakeasy court to stand–or make that lie down naked with her feet hooked behind her head–in the stead of the betrothed lady. Then Death himself takes a seat at RadioSUZY1, and the result is over 90 drop-dead awesome minutes of erotic adventures with two of the most beautiful women in porn meeting and making love for the first time, sex-educational “pussy talk” and “asshole talk,” and a couple of opera-worthy orgasms, one of which is loud enough to turn our neighbors into fans.

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.

On the Eve of Easter Sunday, when Jesus is reported to have “risen” like bread from the dead (making him possibly the most famous and beloved zombie of all time), The Dr. Susan Block Show examines the eternal and trendy relationship between sex and death—both the “little death” and the Big One–and the forbidden fetish for necrophilia. The Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, in sheer Mother Confessor robe and Catholic cross-trimmed panties, turns this taboo and inherently frightening subject into a sensual and humorous romp with a jovial Commedia Erotica cast of necrophiliacs, porn stars, pornographers, torture artists, heavenly bodies in body bags, corpse dolls and whacky, macabre artificial body parts… Not exactly a hospitable scene for the Easter Bunny, but a very funny, fun and morbidly sexy show with a couple of the hottest “Corpsettes” alive!

On the Eve of Easter Sunday, when Jesus is reported to have “risen” like bread from the dead (making him possibly the most famous and beloved zombie of all time), The Dr. Susan Block Show examines the eternal and trendy relationship between sex and death—both the “little death” and the Big One–and the forbidden fetish for necrophilia. The Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, in sheer Mother Confessor robe and Catholic cross-trimmed panties, turns this taboo and inherently frightening subject into a sensual and humorous romp with a jovial Commedia Erotica cast of necrophiliacs, porn stars, pornographers, torture artists, heavenly bodies in body bags, corpse dolls and whacky, macabre artificial body parts… Not exactly a hospitable scene for the Easter Bunny, but a very funny, fun and morbidly sexy show with a couple of the hottest “Corpsettes” alive!

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.

Length: 108:02 minutes Date: 08/11/2012


Two mass murders in quick succession got me wondering—yet again—why America is so murderously violent, both abroad and at home. Obviously, there is a rich and tangled tapestry of reasons, one being our sheer number of citizens (statistically, we’re likely to have more mass murders than other countries). Another is the relative convenience with which Americans can acquire automatic weapons; in some states, like Alabama, it’s easier to buy a gun than a sex toy.

Speaking of sex, another reason for all the all-American violence might be that the American Brain leans more toward the “Might Makes Right” than the “Make Love, Not War” school of thought. This is partly an American tradition; our nation was founded by Puritans who came to a new land, brimming with religiously inspired, passionately anti-sex fervor, and essentially mass-murdered most of the natives so they could live in “peace.” That tradition is carried on by an American media and ratings system that consistently rewards violent programming packed with shootings, stabbings and bombings with G or PG ratings, but smacks an X or NC-17 on any film that shows a simple nipple. Shooting someone in the breast is considered PG, as long as that breast is clothed.

What does it mean to grow up under the influence of the consistent American media message that gun shots are “cleaner” and more acceptable than cum shots? At the very least, it’s one more reason that a deeply frustrated, psychotic individual might grab a semiautomatic weapon and mow down his neighbors, rather than just shooting the gun between his legs and taking a nap.

As my favorite developmental neuropsychologist, Dr. James Prescott, found through lab tests with animals and cross-cultural analyses of human societies: “Pleasure and violence have a reciprocal relationship, that is, the presence of one inhibits the other… A raging, violent animal will abruptly calm down when electrodes stimulate the pleasure centers of its brain. Likewise, stimulating the violence centers in the brain can terminate the animal’s sensual pleasure and peaceful behavior. When the brain’s pleasure circuits are ‘on,’ the violence circuits are ‘off,’ and vice versa…As either violence or pleasure goes up, the other goes down.”

Our kissing cousins, the bonobos, show us the way. Whereas common chimps tend to control sex through violence, bonobos control violence with sex. We humans, being about as equally close to bonobos as we are to common chimps, have our erotic bonobo side and our more violent and authoritarian (and Republican?) common chimp side. Personally, I’m rooting for our bonobo side to take over before we blow each other up.

I don’t believe in censorship, except the kind that stops folks from yelling “fire!” in the proverbial crowded theater. So I gathered together a congregation of pundits, publishers, porn stars and puppets (amazing marionettes created by the Team America: World Police “Puppet Man”, actually, but more on that in a minute) to address these sex, life and death issues in the Womb Room broadcast studio.

Length: 106 Minutes Date: 12/08/2012 From an erotic Hanukkah menorah lighting ceremony to a breathtaking XXXmas season re-enactment of the miraculous virgin birth of Jesus, from a series of penetrating discussions with pundits and porn stars on “Sex, God & the Holidaze” to a hot game of “Strip Dreidel,” this show is a Saturnalian sexual revelation. All the major monotheistic religions use mythology and fear to try to control our natural, blooming sexuality, channeling it into procreation instead of recreation. All that control leads to religious sexual abuse, oppression, ignorance, bigotry, hypocrisy and much human misery. On the other hand, it also stimulates erotic rebellion and exhilarating, blasphemous kink. In a sexually twisted society such as ours, you often need the friction of naughty in order to feel nice. So Happy Horny Hanukkah, Merry XXXmas and Ho, Ho, Ho’s for Saturnalia. Celebrate. Fornicate. Investigate.