From a stimulating CatalystCon-versation to another bonoboësque after-party orgy on the kitchen table, this show is an eclectic amalgamation of sex education via verbal communication, physical demonstration and sizzling, summer-hot celebration for the whole Bonoboville congregation. We start with a bite (actually, more of a lick) of the apple from the Tree of Knowledge in our Garden of Eden, then engage in an informative chat with Dee Dennis, the somewhat mysterious but extremely passionate creator of CatalystCon, a budding Cali conference of sex educators (including many DrSuzy.Tv alumni) that aims to share knowledge and inspire discussion, converging at the LAX Westin September 11-14.

Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America.

Length: 161:22 minutes Air Date: 11/24/2012 Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America. So, after getting stuffed (which we do both gastronomically and sexually here in BonoboVille) on Thanksgiving Thursday—with digestion (or indigestion) and shopping on Black Friday—it’s time to leave the kids with a sitter*, clean up the spatulas, get out the paddles and celebrate SPANKSgiving Saturday night! Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, after we “give thanks” on Thanksgiving for our blessings, we “give spanks” on Spanksgiving for our so-called sins, as well as for the sheer physical and psychological fun of whacking a set of nice, eager, well-toned, slightly quivering buns. Amen and Awomen. This Spanksgiving features an overflowing banquet of spankers, spankees and celebrities, all engaged in or ogling a variety of spankings from over the knee (OTK), to shackled on the bondage cross, to a swat across a tempting behind as it sidles up to the bar. We also talk about the impractical, unconstitutional and virtually unenforceable Measure B, and how LA County voters need to be spanked for passing that one—and will be, right in the pocketbook, if the porn industry actually leaves LA. Thanksgiving or Spanksgiving, ’tis the season to give and give some more. Aside from our usual plea for the bonobos and Sandy victims, there’s the wonderful, award-winning, girl-girl porn star and single mom, Elexis Monroe, now facing a serious bone disease and in need of help from her friends and fans. *but make sure the sitter doesn’t spank the kids. As the late great Gore Vidal said, “I’m all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults.” See Spanking 101 for why spanking children teaches them that violence is the answer and lowers their IQ. So spare the child and save your rod for your deliciously naughty adult lover. Slappy Spanksgiving!

Laissez les bons temps rouler!…and roll they certainly do as Grand Marshall Dr. Susan Block presents Tigerblood Mardi Gras, celebrating the wild party animal in all of us…sauntering across her stage with te tigress’ sultry elegance in regal purple hat, a matching tiger print sarong and purple panties personally signed on the butt crack by Heidi Fleiss. Tossing beads to the topless, she transforms the Institute’s Womb Room into a French Quarter carnival with a winning cast of Commedia Erotica characters, porn stars and erotica aesthetes, climaxing with a wild girl-girl-girl-girl pile-up in the show bed.

The ritual is the match, the orgy the flame.  Within just a couple hours of opening up the Institute’s brand new Womb Room, our 12th annual Eros Day had ignited into a stellar display of sensual, naked and winged bodies and souls soaring, flailing and thrusting into one another on and around the Olympic-sized bed surrounded by burning cock candles, buzzing pocket rockets, pulsing bongo beats, majestic erotic art and anatomically correct blow-up angels flying through the rafters above. It was a Commedia Erotica Heaven on Earth worthy of a Botticelli or Bronzino, or at least a Fellini movie, and one of our best Eros Day orgies ever, with some very tasty hors d’oeuvres.