by Dr. Susan Block This very special DrSuzy.Tv show launches the widely anticipated new collaborative manifesto for the burgeoning ecosexual movement, Ecosexuality: When Nature Inspires the Arts of Love. Like the book itself, the show is a sumptuous feast of inspirational stories and challenging ideas about love, ecology, sex and sustainability—topped off (in the case of the show) with a delicious dessert of “Bonoboville Communion,” #FreetheNipple fun and an orgasmic after-party Sybian ride. My featured guest in-studio is Ecosexuality’s co-editor, the dazzling Dr. SerenaGaia Anderlini D’onofrio, a distinguished professor of humanities at the University of Puerto Rico and a pioneer with this rapidly growing worldwide movement connecting art, eroticism and environmental activism in myriad ways—both personal and political. In the first part of the program, Dr. SerenaGaia discusses the work, philosophies and fertile collaborations that led to the book’s creation. Then the esteemed professor delights us with how physically open she is—unlike so many other, stuffier academics who have promoted books on my broadcast bed—as she generously and joyously participates in our nipple-freeing rites and bonoboësque pleasures.

By Dr. Susan Block This very special DrSuzy.Tv show launches the widely anticipated new collaborative manifesto for the burgeoning ecosexual movement, Ecosexuality: When Nature Inspires the Arts of Love. Like the book itself, the show is a sumptuous feast of inspirational stories and challenging ideas about love, ecology, sex and sustainability—topped off (in the case of the show) with a delicious dessert of “Bonoboville Communion,” #FreetheNipple fun and an orgasmic after-party Sybian ride. My featured guest in-studio is Ecosexuality’s co-editor, the dazzling Dr. SerenaGaia Anderlini D’onofrio, a distinguished professor of humanities at the University of Puerto Rico and a pioneer with this rapidly growing worldwide movement connecting art, eroticism and environmental activism in myriad ways—both personal and political. In the first part of the program, Dr. SerenaGaia discusses the work, philosophies and fertile collaborations that led to the book’s creation. Then the esteemed professor delights us with how physically open she is—unlike so many other, stuffier academics who have promoted books on my broadcast bed—as she generously and joyously participates in our nipple-freeing rites and bonoboësque pleasures.

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.

By Dr. Susan Block It’s not quite Spring, but we plunge into Summer, and I don’t just mean the unseasonably sultry weather here in So Cal. I mean my guest, AVN Hall of Famer and Golden Age of Porn “legend” Karen Summer. That is, I plunge into the story of Karen’s life, times and turn-ons and her “partner” Big Cat Daddy’s cock plunges into her summer-hot, hungry mouth.

by Dr. Susan Block Springing forward into Daylight Savings Time (though it feels like we’re losing time) with The Bonobo Spring on the horizon, we get up-close and personal about life, love, bonobos, religion, revolution and camming with three hot cam girls and a guy. Then a little heartfelt booby-licking Bonoboville Communion, foot fetish play, snake play, striptease, topless hula-hooping, and we’re off and orgasming on a wild Sybian ride with Hitachi and human “attachments.”

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.

It’s my darling prime mate Capt’n Max’s biggest birthday bash yet, a rousing re-opening of the “Speakeasy” at Bonoboville in West LA, a slightly bumpy-but-über-fun first live broadcast from the new studios and an exuberant, orgasmic and fiery launch for The Bonobo Way – FREE on Kindle November 12-15! And no, you needn’t have a Kindle to take advantage; you can download a free Kindle app so you can read it on any smartphone, iThing, tablet or computer. Note: if you’re one of the fine folks who bought, received or wrangled a signed first edition print copy, you should still get the Free Kindle anyway because that’s where you’ll see the amazing full-color photos of both bonobo and human apes in action

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.

With the U.S. Senate Intelligence torture report’s description of the CIA’s über-nasty anal food rapes still upsetting our stomachs, we seek an antidote in a little consensual BDSM. Since the CIA’s quasi-secret Sexual Torture and Degradation Department’s “enhanced interrogation techniques” (EIT) were not only vile but resoundingly ineffective, they continued for two basic reasons—from which all lame excuses spring: 1) Sadistic Glee. You can see it in Dick Cheney’s sneer, and 2) “Hubristic Incompetence” (as defined by David Owen). For that, just look at the other chickenhawk pussy named Bush.

It’s Polly Superstar’s virgin voyage into the new Womb Room of Bonoboville, but it feels like a reunion. This is partly because we’ve led somewhat parallel lives over the past decade or so in our respective realms, mixing separate but similar sex-cultural cocktails: one part polyamorous exploration, two parts monogamish love, three parts artistic bonoboësque vision and 12 parts wild and crazy fun.

It’s our last show in the little RadioSUZY1 studio of New Bonoboville LAX, and what a succulent, sprawling, bi-coastal, “polycrafty” two and a half hours (yes, we go into overtime big time) of sex education, erotic exploration, sacred sexual celebration and live in-studio copulation it is!

It’s our first live broadcast after The Bonobo Way book launch from the new Womb Room, but I’m so engrossed in the Great Kindle Giveaway—in which our “Amazon Bestsellers Rank” dropped from 400,000 to 1291 in two breathless days!—that I don’t even find out who this show’s guests are until they sashay into the Speakeasy, all high heels, low tops and glitter. Then they jump into bed with me, and all heaven breaks loose.

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.

It’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…

It’s my birthday! Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

Dark Phoenix: Is he honoring or mocking the Birthday Babe when he wears one of my hats in the group shot. Who cares? He’s a consummate entertainer and takes lighting birthday candles to a higher level when he practically sets my butt on fire with a smoking hot fire spanking. Then, of course, everybody wants a fire spanking. What can I say? It’s hot!

Dark Phoenix: Is he honoring or mocking the Birthday Babe when he wears one of my hats in the group shot. Who cares? He’s a consummate entertainer and takes lighting birthday candles to a higher level when he practically sets my butt on fire with a smoking hot fire spanking. Then, of course, everybody wants a fire spanking. What can I say? It’s hot!

What a sizzling hot show this is, not so much in an erotic as in an emotional way. The temperature rises in heated debate on the topic of Sex & God: How Religion Distorts Sexuality, featuring the best-selling author of the hot new book of that name, as well as a celebrity atheist, a lovely libertine, a Wiccan, a couple of somewhat incongruous Sex Workers for Jesus and one practically certifiable religious Christian maniac. The dialogues and stories are riveting and telling about the state of God and sex in our society. More about that under Featured Guests and Weapons of Mass Discussion. But thank Goddess, it’s not all talk (otherwise, I might have to host a regular talk show). We also partake in our traditional topless “Bonoboville Communion” (thanks Jello Shots LA) and the holy (or holey?) Pussy Pipe, and enjoy orgasmic Sybian rides in the after-party. What a way to kick off the Merry Masturbation Month of May: with Faith-Based Sex! Amen and Awomen. Please pass the Holy Water lube…

It’s another amazing, erotic, educational, transformational Porn ‘n’ Purim Bacchanal in the Womb Room as the Commedia Erotica cast of porn stars, comedians, transwomen and Hollywood socialites reenact the sexiest story in the Bible (or the second sexiest, if you prefer “Song Of Songs”): the Book of Esther, aka Megillat Esther, which tells the tale of the ancient Persian Jewish beauty contest winner who saves her people from genocide by using her Weapons of Mass Seduction. The storyline might be familiar, especially if you got Bar Mitzvah’ed, but believe me, this is not your Bubbe’s Purim.

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!

It’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…

It’s my birthday! Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

What a sizzling hot show this is, not so much in an erotic as in an emotional way. The temperature rises in heated debate on the topic of Sex & God: How Religion Distorts Sexuality, featuring the best-selling author of the hot new book of that name, as well as a celebrity atheist, a lovely libertine, a Wiccan, a couple of somewhat incongruous Sex Workers for Jesus and one practically certifiable religious Christian maniac. The dialogues and stories are riveting and telling about the state of God and sex in our society. More about that under Featured Guests and Weapons of Mass Discussion. But thank Goddess, it’s not all talk (otherwise, I might have to host a regular talk show). We also partake in our traditional topless “Bonoboville Communion” (thanks Jello Shots LA) and the holy (or holey?) Pussy Pipe, and enjoy orgasmic Sybian rides in the after-party. What a way to kick off the Merry Masturbation Month of May: with Faith-Based Sex! Amen and Awomen. Please pass the Holy Water lube…

It’s another amazing, erotic, educational Porn ‘n’ Purim Bacchanal in the Womb Room as the Commedia Erotica cast of porn stars, comedians, transwomen and Hollywood socialites reenact the sexiest story in the Bible (or the second sexiest, if you prefer “Song Of Songs”): the Book of Esther, aka Megillat Esther, which tells the tale of the ancient Persian Jewish beauty contest winner who saves her people from genocide by using her Weapons of Mass Seduction. The storyline might be familiar, especially if you got Bar Mitzvah’ed, but believe me, this is not your Bubbe’s Purim. Keep in mind that, in true Commedia Dell’Arte tradition, this reenactment is totally improvised—no rehearsal, no script, no net but the Internet—with parts, costumes and sex acts determined just moments before our live-on-the-air performance! Fortunately for those players and viewers who don’t know a hamantaschen from a hard-on, you also get a little guided narration from your Irreverend Rebbetzen here who, once upon a time, was a Sunday school teacher. In a way, I still teach Sunday school, except now I do it on Saturday nights and half my class is naked. This Saturday turns out to be quite a lesson in human behavior—both during and after the Purimschpiel (Purim play). I’ll get to “after” later; first let’s talk about the show—which happens to be one of our finest Purimschpiels ever (see Purim 2008 and 2011 for oldies but goodies)—exciting, provocative, ridiculous and erotic. Of course, with a cast of some of the world’s hottest porn stars, even reading Facebook’s Rules and Regulations would be erotic. But much of our Purimschpiel’s eroticism lies in the original story. This makes it stand out against most of the Hebrew Bible, aka the Old Testament, which is only “pro-sex” when it comes to procreation. Just about every other kind of sexual relation is presented as “unclean” or an “abomination,” often punishable by death or even fire and brimstone for the entire community. But the Purim story is a very sex-positive one: a feminist tale in a patriarchal time, beginning with the feast of a king and the disobedience of a queen and ending with the obedience of a king and the feast of a queen. I won’t go into all the details (though if you’re a Purimschpiel fetishist, you can read my full erotic exotic interpretation of the Story of Esther here)….This ain’t Sunday School, though you may call it Sex Education Bible style…Sunday School Purimschpiels don’t feature golden dildo scepters! Basically, there’s this Persian King named Ahasuerus (sometimes said to be a version of the ancient Persian King Xerxes), who ruled over 127 provinces from India to Ethiopia, and, once upon a time, he throws a six-month drinking, eating, gambling, and sex festival (and you thought Charlie Sheen was decadent). During the climactic week-long feast, King Ahasuerus, “merry with wine,” orders his wife, Queen Vashti, to display her beauty to him, his court, and his people, in an ancient version of striptease (i.e., naked). In a pre-feminist act of feminism or just an ancient outburst of bitchiness, Vashti refuses to strip down for her royal hubby and his drinking buddies. For this, she is banished or beheaded (depending on the translation), though our Bonobo Purimschpiel just flogs her royal naked body on the cross. In an ancient Persian version of “Who Wants to Marry a King?”, the king calls for a new queen, to be chosen from all the kingdom’s virgins (you can imagine the comic erotic possibilities of casting porn stars as virgins—thank you Ideal Image Management!). The king chooses Esther, a Jewish girl entered into the contest (aka pimped) by her cousin, the hero of the story whom I lovingly call “Pimpin’ Cousin Mordecai.” Like I said, I’m not going to tell you the whole story (find those juicy details here), but needless to say, Esther arouses the king, and when she kisses the “tip of his scepter,” and wow, she gets him big and hard as an iron sword. But all is not rosy in Shushan (the magical city where Purim takes place), as the king’s evil right hand man, Haman, like a lot of ambitious politicians throughout history, has a thing against Jews who won’t bow down to him (like Mordecai), and he devises an extermination plan that would—and did—make Hitler smile. After a bunch of twists and turns—all illustrated with X-rated panache in our Purim play–Queen Esther fetes, fellates, sucks and seduces the king into saving her people from genocide. She’s quite a powerful sexual woman, Queen Esther, whether or not she really existed—right up there with Cleopatra and Scheherazade—and that is why we celebrate her and her Weapons of Mass Seduction here in Bonoboville. By the end of our Purimschpiel, the Jews have been saved, the king has been schtupped, and everyone has been treated to a healthy spectacle of Biblical sex… both on stage, and continuing into the afterparty. Whew, whatta lotta L’Chaim! BUT…sad to say, there is a disturbingly dark side to Purim’s *happy ending,* as there is to our after-party. In terms of the story: Though the king revokes the genocide edict, he cannot call off the hordes of swordsmen hell-bent on killing Jews; he gives his royal permission for gangs of Jewish swordsmen to kill thousands of their enemies in “self-defense,” including Haman’s 10 sons, some of whom are too young to even lift a sword. According to the Bible, this awful orgy of bloody revenge is all part of the “gladness, feasting and holiday-making.” For a peacenik like me, who so appreciates Esther’s ability to seduce her king away from killing, this part makes me want to toss my hamantaschen. Is this what the rabbis mean when they tell us that, on this night, we should drink so much we can’t tell the good guys from the bad? Must the oppressed become the oppressor? Must the cycle of violence go on? Not that I’m surprised. The Biblical and real histories of Judaism, like its offspring: Christianity and Islam, are densely littered with the dead victims of God-loving, righteous, racist mass murder. Check it out; it’s all right there in your Bible, Koran, Bhagavad Gita and other so-called holy books. Which brings me to the dark side of Purim 2013 in Bonoboville, and it pains me like a heart attack to write about this, but I feel I should bloggamize the bad along with the good that goes on here, as I have always done. Anyway, on Purim, we’re “commanded” to drink so much wine that we can’t tell the difference between the good (Mordecai) and the bad (Haman). That sounds like a lot of wholesome inebriated fun, and usually it is, but of course, it can be dangerous. So, after a terrific Purimschpiel, several hours of erotic peace through pleasure, and too-enthusiastic an attempt to honor the Purim drinking tradition, one of our staff members “lost it” and became crazy-violent. It was a tremendous shock to the Bonoboville system, as violence like this has never happened here before in over 20 years of shows and wild bacchanals. Then it escalated, other staff members got involved and it got even worse. I certainly don’t want to go into detail here or name names. Not at this time. I do want to apologize to all of our guests who were here and let you know that, though we are devastated by this barbaric outburst, we are trying our best to deal wisely with the situation and ensure that nothing like this happens here again. It’s not easy, to say the least. I’m just grateful that no one was seriously injured–or worse. Fortunately, none of the people involved had guns (another reminder of how important gun control is in these psycho time)! But incidents like this painfully remind me of why I’m dedicated to the cause of peace through pleasure. It’s something I’m constantly studying, trying to understand in relation to bonobos and humans. Having such senseless violence explode in your midst—seemingly out of nowhere (though it’s never just “out of nowhere”) like a terrorist attack on all you hold dear—is a terrible trial by fire. Fortunately, some heroic members of our staff helped diffuse the situation in the most bonobo manner possible under the circumstances, so it didn’t get even worse. Thank you, Brothers and Sisters, we appreciate your efforts, we love you, and though we have been wounded, our wounds will heal, and we will get through this better than ever, as we have gotten through all of our fiery trials. We’re also proud that this show, as well as all of our February shows, is part of Eve Ensler’s One Billion Rising movement to stop violence (including rape) against women and everyone else. We each have to try to stop the chain of violence in the world and in our own backyard, as we learned in this after-party. But I don’t want to let this stupid after-party incident take away from our marvelous Purimschpiel performers. So without further ado, here they are….