by Dr. Susan Block. Wow. What a birthday. What a bacchanal of beauty, bonobo love, music, laughter, spanking and rejuvenating sex with a capital X. Amen and Awomen. Praise be to the power and glory of sex. It keeps you young. And you keep me young, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners of Inner and Greater Bonoboville. At least, you keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party, un feliz cumpleaños, un buon cumpleanno, yom hooledet sameyach, un joyeux anniversaire, an ecstatic orgiastic celebration of life, a Festival of Eros, with a nod of respect to Thanatos, and a very happy birthday to remember through any remaining birthdays I have left on this Earth. Thank you, Bonoboville—my awesome staff (see bottom of this blog), guests, readers, listeners, viewers and patrons—for everything you do that makes this crazy, kinky, wonderful life possible.

by Dr. Susan Block We begin this show on a melancholy note, grieving for the dead of Nice, such a sparkling city on the idyllic French Riviera where Capt’n Max and I enjoyed so many romantic moments. Last Thursday, Nice was devastated by a horrific truck attack that literally ran over more than 80 people, gathered together to celebrate one of our favorite holidays, Bastille Day. I would say this is the “latest” mass-murder, except that even more are already popping up in the news, as I write this.

It’s funny how the last Saturday of Masturbation Month always falls in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend. How are we to conjoin such odd bedfellows? Manhandle those hot dogs, boys! Mash those potatoes, ladies! Memorial Day signals the start of summer, heating up with sexy fun and the sizzling smell of fresh barbeque. Of course, Memorial Day is also a requiem for the dead—the people who have been barbequed in America’s Perma-Wars. The American dead, that is. The other dead can get their own holiday, right? Memorial Day is for America’s dead soldiers. We are the Masturbation Nation serving the Multi-National Corporations of America (even if they’re based in Hong Kong).

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.

For my first show of 2013, I planned nothing and invited nobody. Since I wasn’t feeling so “hot” for various reasons (listen free above for details)—one being that I’m still wearing this damn eye patch and another that my cowardly engineer (we’ll call him Weasley) just fell in love, went bananas and split, without giving notice, I thought this would just be a quiet practice program for my tech department, and was in no mood for a big show. So I was a little unnerved when I walked onstage to find my little Womb Room packed with friends and fans. At first, I wanted to hide, then I was so moved by their enthusiasm, I almost cried. But I’m too vain to ruin my eye makeup, even with only one eye, so I held back the tears, and within 10 minutes, these beautiful people had me all cheered up and riding the wave of communal ecstasy into one of the most delightful shows in Prince Max’s and my two decades of love and debauchery.

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!

Halloween 2012 in BonoboVille opens with a lyrical and satirical resurrection of the hot witch within and a discussion amongst my guests of the dynamics of fear and arousal. Stimulating as all this brain food is, there’s only so much it can satisfy the ravenous, hedonistic appetites of the wildly painted and flamboyantly costumed Speakeasy congregation. So it isn’t long before an orgy of orgasming angels, screwing zombies and squirting pussycats explodes upon my bed of broken glass and skeletons (DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor’s frighteningly hot set), by a bubbling cauldron of bobbing dildos, your happy hostess flying around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom. Harry Potter, eat your heart out. We know how to fly Halloween.

It’s funny how the last Saturday of Masturbation Month always falls in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend. How are we to conjoin such odd bedfellows? Manhandle those hot dogs, boys! Mash those potatoes, ladies! Memorial Day signals the start of summer, heating up with sexy fun and the sizzling smell of fresh barbeque. Of course, Memorial Day is also a requiem for the dead—the people who have been barbequed in America’s Perma-Wars. The American dead, that is. The other dead can get their own holiday, right? Memorial Day is for America’s dead soldiers. We are the Masturbation Nation serving the Multi-National Corporations of America (even if they’re based in Hong Kong).

It’s a road trip to Vegas! But it’s not your typical Vegas road trip. We’ll skip the usual temples of slots and craps and enter a different kind of temple—the Erotic Heritage Museum. We’ll meet the very remarkable Dr. Ted McIlvenna and some of the amazing, very sexy women who bring it all together. We’ll celebrate a personal milestone in sex education and investigate the great mysteries of human sexuality—from ancient deflowering tools to a real-time orgy in the RV! We’ll explore the function of art and the meaning of love. And we’ll see if a lifetime of gambling—not with chips, but with passion—can pay off…with a Big Win in Vegas... To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

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….

Air Date: 10/27/2012 Halloween 2012 in BonoboVille opens with a lyrical and satirical resurrection of the hot witch within and a discussion amongst my guests of the dynamics of fear and arousal. Stimulating as all this brain food is, there’s only so much it can satisfy the ravenous, hedonistic appetites of the wildly painted and flamboyantly costumed Speakeasy congregation. So it isn’t long before an orgy of orgasming angels, screwing zombies and squirting pussycats explodes upon my bed of broken glass and skeletons (DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor’s frighteningly hot set), by a bubbling cauldron of bobbing dildos, your happy hostess flying around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom. Harry Potter, eat your heart out. We know how to fly Halloween.

Date: 08/17/2012 Vegas is packed with people who play it safe in life, then blow all their hard-earned cash into the mouths of machines that light up like a lover’s eyes, mid-climax. Then there’s the sound of Vegas: all that beeping and squealing, bizarrely resembling orgasm after mechanical orgasm. As long as you keep caressing those sensitive slots with money shots, it never stops. Vegas-style gambling is a Weapon of Mass Seduction. Personally, I prefer to place my bets on my own relatively high-risk work and play: my amazing 20-year marriage that most folks said wouldn’t last, my unconventional sex therapy practice, my uncategorizable show and my belief in ethical hedonism and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. The odds of winning the kind of “games” I like to play are riskier than black jack, and the path to victory is a minefield littered with losers, lovers, foes and friends who trip your every step. But the joy is in the playing—in doing it, as the great gambler Sinatra sang, “My Way.” And every so often, if you play long, hard and “my way” enough, with a little help from Lady Luck, you might win.

Air Date: 06/23/2012 “My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass…” Faerie Queen Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 1 Enter the Enchanted Forest of my Womb Room, and you’ll discover just “what fools these mortals be” during this honeymoon hot and wild Commedia Erotica performance of A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream. Shakespeare might be shaken by our no-holds-barred eroticizing of one of his most brilliant comedies, but I think he’d also be amused, and I know he’d be aroused. In Shakespeare’s original Dream, the “ass” is a recurring theme. A central character is one “Nick Bottom,” and with a name like that, we already know he’s an ass. Then Puck turns Bottom into an actual ass, that is, a jackass or donkey, from the neck up. Though we might assume he’s also hung like a horse or at least a donkey, since there’s no other reason but magic juice that the beautiful Faerie Queen Titania falls in love with Bottom the Ass. Bottom is rather “rude,” but we’ve got an elegant Balinese wooden horse to “play” the ass, with a large, functional dildo “attachment” that turns it into a real “horsepowered” sex machine (Dick Bottom?), topped only by the human sex machine between the legs of one of our surprise guests who–surprise!–turns out to be hung bigger than the horse. We’ve also got a dazzling, dizzying array of awesome naked asses in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, male, female and shemale)—adorning this unrehearsed megaproduction of the hottest, horniest, honey-moon-iest rendition of A Midsummer Night’s Dream you’ve ever seen. Shakespeare your schoolteacher never taught you (unless your schoolteacher is me). Special thanks to my show producer Tasia Sutor who claims not to “understand” Shakespeare, but proves herself to be a better, more ingenious Puck than Robin Goodfellow himself, magically transforming my broadcast bed into an Enchanted Forest, turning Master Liam’s wooden horse into a mythological sex machine, and then flying through the air with faerie wings (watch the after-party clips to witness the enchantment). Additional thanks to Pr. Max (whose revolutionary publications are now being featured in a fabulous 14-page spread in Richardson Magazine) and to the entire Bonobo Gang of merry fools for love and faerie wizards who make this madness possible.

Air Date: 6/23/2012 “My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass…” Faerie Queen Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 1 Enter the Enchanted Forest of my Womb Room, and you’ll discover just “what fools these mortals be” during this honeymoon hot and wild Commedia Erotica performance of A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream. Shakespeare might be shaken by our no-holds-barred eroticizing of one of his most brilliant comedies, but I think he’d also be amused, and I know he’d be aroused. In Shakespeare’s original Dream, the “ass” is a recurring theme. A central character is one “Nick Bottom,” and with a name like that, we already know he’s an ass. Then Puck turns Bottom into an actual ass, that is, a jackass or donkey, from the neck up. Though we might assume he’s also hung like a horse or at least a donkey, since there’s no other reason but magic juice that the beautiful Faerie Queen Titania falls in love with Bottom the Ass. Bottom is rather “rude,” but we’ve got an elegant Balinese wooden horse to “play” the ass, with a large, functional dildo “attachment” that turns it into a real “horsepowered” sex machine (Dick Bottom?), topped only by the human sex machine between the legs of one of our surprise guests who–surprise!–turns out to be hung bigger than the horse. We’ve also got a dazzling, dizzying array of awesome naked asses in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, male, female and shemale)—adorning this unrehearsed megaproduction of the hottest, horniest, honey-moon-iest rendition of A Midsummer Night’s Dream you’ve ever seen. Shakespeare your schoolteacher never taught you (unless your schoolteacher is me). Special thanks to my show producer Tasia Sutor who claims not to “understand” Shakespeare, but proves herself to be a better, more ingenious Puck than Robin Goodfellow himself, magically transforming my broadcast bed into an Enchanted Forest, turning Master Liam’s wooden horse into a mythological sex machine, and then flying through the air with faerie wings (watch the after-party clips to witness the enchantment). Additional thanks to Pr. Max (whose revolutionary publications are now being featured in a fabulous 14-page spread in Richardson Magazine) and to the entire Bonobo Gang of merry fools for love and faerie wizards who make this madness 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.

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: 07/30/2011 Enter the Enchanted Forest of female ejaculation with the Three Squirting Graces in this summer hot, soaking wet, slightly Shakespearean , sparkling, shooting, spanking, spurting, spectacular gusher of a show. It’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters!