Get Well Capt'n Max +Happy Birthday to Me & Group Therapy for All by Dr. Susan Block. Capt’n Max had a stroke. I wish it could say that’s a joke. Or the good kind of stroke – a stroke of luck, a soft caress, a pleasure stroke. But no, unfortunately, Max had a stroke of seismic – or “ischemic” – pain… which is, in a way, a very bad joke that the body plays on the brain. The technical term is cerebrovascular accident (CVA), but everyone calls it a “stroke” – though it’s really more of a strike – less a caress than a bullet to the brain, or, in Max’s case, an unexploded bomb that forms a blood clot blocking the flow of blood as well as oxygen to the cerebrum, causing (in Max’s case) sudden and severe damage. Continue reading on Dr. Suzy's Journal...

by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, Countrywomen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Valentine’s Day, not to praise it… Sorry to change up Shakespeare’s sacred words from Julius Caesar (Act III Scene II), but hear me out. Valentine’s Day is fake news concocted by the early Catholic Church, enhanced by Hallmark and abetted by Bezos, sanitizing and commercializing the primal pagan holiday of the heart. What is the original Valentine’s Day? Lupercalia!

by Dr. Susan Block Valentine’s Day is coming… Ah V-Day, the High Holiday of Love; charged with mixed emotions for many of us (me too!) and (unless you’re Miley and Liam) especially tough to navigate in this politically divisive, sexually suspicious, hyper-commercialized, economically unfair, disturbingly climate-changing and emotionally exhausting moment in human history. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, porn stars and rawkstars, husbands and wives: these are challenging times for love of all kinds. But here at the little Love Church of The Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we accept the “Valentine Challenge” with a three-part erotic, artistic, therapeutic, cathartic, ecstatic, bonoboesque and tremendously fun Valentine Season 2019: 1) Valentine Splosh featuring Dr. Susan Block’s SPEAKEASY Journal: SPLOSH ‘n’ Art edition; that’s this show 2) World Bonobo Day on 2/14, V-Day itself, 3) Lupercalia (the original pagan V-Day) on 2/16 and the launch of the spanking new SPANK ‘n’ Art edition of Dr. Susan Block’s SPEAKEASY JOURNAL.

by Dr. Susan Block Sandwiched between our memories of 2018 and our fantasies of 2019, in our final DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2018, from the Womb Room sanctuary deep within the Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we present the 7th Annual SUZY Awards for 2018. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block What a very merry XXXmas in Bonoboville filled with kinky Santas, “naughty” elves, a traditional nude caroler, a nasty Grinch and a hot “horny” reindeer. Ho Ho Ho! Merry Xmas! Merry Merry Merry XXXmas! There’s a reason ‘tis the season for that X and even the XXX. Over 2000 years before Christmas existed, Mesopotamia’s Winter Carnival featured mummers-style parades with floats carrying XXX-rated scenes of sex among the Gods. The Greek Winter Festival honored another populist Son of God with a human mother who worked miracles, made wine and was resurrected after death; His name was Dionysus.

by Dr. Susan Block As millions of temples, synagogues and households around the world gather around flickering menorahs on the seventh night of the Jewish Festival of Lights, so do we here on DrSuzy.Tv, broadcasting live from the Womb Room sanctuary of the Little Love-Synagogue of the Bonobo Way. However, we don’t just light the candles; irreverent boho-bonobos that we are, we also drip the melting candlewax on the beautiful buns and bared breasts of some of our sexy guests.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a very juicy Spanksgiving, filled with group spankings, paddling, flogging, spanking in bondage, Commedia Erotica, true spanking confessions and climaxing with a very Juici Jenni squirting all over my hand as I spank her bare bottom, like popping champagne, a spanking hot, wet and very merry start to the 2018 holidaze.

by Dr. Susan Block What an intense Scorpio birthday weekend, packed with passion, beauty, horror, outrage and ecstasy. Intensity and passion are marks of the sign of Scorpio, symbolized by the scorpion who stings as well as the dove who makes peace. It’s a Bonoboville special celebration of Scorpio LIFE… with death always somewhere around the corner, just a madman’s gunshot, a fiery gust of climate-changed wind or a heart attack away.

by Dr. Susan Block From the politics of fear to the aphrodisiac of awe, latex booty love, spanking confessions, teasing domination, sapiosexual conversation and a Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom fencing match, we celebrate the Spooky Season in BOOnoBOOville. After this week of harrowing political murder and Trump-emboldened mayhem, we also give ourselves and our audience some intensive Trumpocalypse erotic theater therapy, dominating another Mango Manchild surrogate, kicking him squarely in the Trump Crime Family jewels.

Holy Orgasms, Batman! From a Caped Crusader Leather Daddy to twin Harley Quinns, Tony Stark spanking Pepper Potts, and a naked Rainbowscum princess riding the Motorbunny like a Batmobile gone wild, Kink Month 3 on DrSuzy.Tv takes the exhibitionistic art of cosplay to superheroic heights. Once again, on the little wooden stage of the Womb Room (our variation on the Bat Cave) at the Church of The Bonobo Way in the part mythical/part real town of BOOnoBOOville, we redefine the meaning of Commedia Erotica, this time in terms of cosplay, aka “costume roleplay.”

by Dr. Susan Block If the ongoing Trumpocalyptic Kavanaughmageddon has you reeling, this show will get you feeling really good. From Blue Wave motivation to Commedia Erotica delight, quadruple-boobalicious Bonoboville Communion to kinky FemDom flogging and sassy striptease to sapiosexual spoken word poetry delivered in tandem with an operatic, naked Motorbunny orgasm, we put the Super-Kink in Kink Month.

by Dr. Susan Block Female ejaculation baptizes my Womb Room in a gushing Kink Month Kick-Off with Holy Water so hot, it washes away the sickening sight of lying, crying Kavanaugh’s confirmation to the Supreme FFFFing Court. Kavanaugh Gives Us Cavities Ouch! Whether or not he’s a full-on rapist, in those hot and heavy Senate hearings, Brett “the Blubbering Brat” Kavanaugh proved to be utterly unfit to clean the toilets of the Supreme Court ladies’ room (where he might push his flaccid virginal white-privileged frat-boy drunk dick in someone’s face), let alone one of its lifetime justices. This is why he is the first Associate Justice to be overwhelmingly rejected as “unfit” by the American Bar Association, Yale Law School (his alma mater), Jesuit Magazine and his Yale roommate Chad.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Autumn Equinox, the first day of Fall officially falling on September 22, as we broadcast this effervescent, waxing Harvest Moon of a show live from the Little Love Church of Bonoboville on the edge of another wildfire and across the country from another hurricane. As the sun sashays across the Earth’s equator from north to south, camgals, gypsies, erotic entertainers and soldiers on the front lines in the war against sexual oppression, gather together in my Womb Room, and we all fall into the Bonobo Way to seize the day for peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather.

by Dr. Susan Block Happy Labia Day! It’s our fourth annual Labia Day broadcasting live from the Womb Room in the little Love Church of Bonoboville on The Dr. Susan Block Show. Just in case you don’t know, “Labia Day” is our name for Labor Day or more specifically, the Saturday before Labor Day.

by Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville seems to attract Virgos, and if I believed in astrology, I’d know why. As it is, I’m just glad none of these Virgos are virgins. On the contrary, our Virgo Birthday Gals—the fabulous Rhiannon Aarons, Danni Dawson and Mother Tink—are bad ass babes with big boobs out, butts getting spanked, cakes getting sploshed and masked striptease, from electric violin to electric whips.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a hot summer night of free sex therapy for the Trumpocalypse in the Womb Room sanctuary of the Little Church of Bonoboville, healing our callers and ourselves with the power and glory of sex, love, understanding and the Bonobo Way. I only have one official guest—top Dr. Susan Block Institute sex therapist, Chanel, though my adorable new assistant Blossom Green, Ikkor the Wolf and Capt’n Max join us in this intimate gathering of sapiosexual conversation, booby-ful Bonoboville Communion, foot play and spanking, turning this into a very special show.

by Dr. Susan Block We’re having a heat wave, which sounds sexy but it’s kind of crazy. Is it normal? Is it the new normal? Fire tornados are whirling out of massive infernos, one the size of the city of LA. Scientists call it “climate change.” But our stabile genius Presidunce—his tiny orange hand spotted emerging from the Holy Fire by the artist Jeffrey Vallance — would sooner say “shithole” or “grab ‘em by the pussy” than those two dirty words: Climate change.

by Dr. Susan Block The Trumpocalypse is upon us: climate change roiling Mother Earth, migrant children being ripped from their parents, neo-Nazis on the march, military build-up as social services are stripped, sexists stealing women’s rights and corporations stealing all of our resources. Meanwhile, the Narcissist-in-Tweet spews maddening vitriol, stimulating hate in the basest of his base and distracting the rest of us from the great multi-trillion dollar heist he and the uber-greedy .001% are pulling off that could lead rather quickly to the curtain call of the human race (and most other species) on Earth.

by Dr. Susan Block A cougar, a kinkster, a professor and a pornstar come together in my Womb Room sanctuary smack dab in the middle of Bonoboville for an intimate evening of taboo roleplay, erotic psychodrama, group spankings, topless Communion, big booty twerking, ingenious bondage, political intercourse, tRUMP-gagging (with Russian flag) and scintillating sapiosexual conversation.

by Dr. Susan Block Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Sexe! Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Joyeux Jour Bastille! Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais “Happy Bastille Day!” Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners… Mes frères et Mes Soeurs, Mes Amours et Mes Pécheurs…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s 4th of July season in Bonoboville, and Phoenix and I are so decked out in Old Glory; we could be MAGA-crazed Trump rally cheerleaders with a side business selling star-spangled ladies’ panties to staunch Republican alpha male operatives with secret cuckold fantasies. But all it takes to leak the real (not fake) news about us is for my fabulous ass. producer to turn around and show us her fabulous ass, where “Fuck Trump” is emblazoned in big navy comic-font letters just begging to be spanked… and they are.

by Dr. Susan Block Summer Solstice is upon us, the great star that nurtures life on Earth shining directly above the Tropic of Cancer, as the sunrise aligns with the mystical stones of Stonehenge, and the northern hemisphere of Earth basks in the most sunlight of the year. Tis the season of hot nights and sizzling hot romance. Time to get in touch with nature, frolic among the flowers or under the stars and make sexy summer love, away from the computer, the “fake news” and, especially, the horrible Trumps.

by Dr. Susan Block Happy International Whores Day! The more politically correct term is Int’l Sex Workers Day (though there’s something satisfyingly blunt and naughty about the word “whore”), and on this special holiday show, we celebrate and defend the human rights of sex workers of all kinds. Yes, indeed Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Porn Stars and Presidunces, Crusaders and Cam Girls, Sex-Workers and Johns, it’s Pride Season, and it’s time for Sex Worker Pride. Stop the War on Whores!

by Dr. Susan Block Teetering on the edge of the Trumpocalypse, we gather together in the Womb Room of the little Church of Bonoboville—singers and swingers, porn stars and comics, resistance fighters and even tRUMP supporters (well, one )—to commune, converse, confess, striptease, spank, lick-lick-lick and celebrate Bonobo Gay Pride, the climax of Masturbation Month, Memorial Day Weekend in all its barbequed glory and “Stormy Daniels Day.” Yes indeed, the beautiful City of West Hollywood just gave tRUMP’s one-time Mistress the keys to the city on a day (May 23rd) now and forever attached to her name. Having declared Stormy Daniels a great American hero of our times several months ago, I’m in full agreement with my old stomping grounds of the aptly abbreviated “WeHo.” May a porn star lead us, as we resist the madness, greed, violence and venality overwhelming our nation.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s mid-Masturbation Month in Bonoboville, and we celebrate the self-love season with a four-woman collective orgasmic squirting Motorbunny ride. American War Day It’s also Armed Forces Day (which even our own ex-military bonobos didn’t know about). Don’t we have enough military holidays? We’ve got Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day, Independence Day and now National Armed Forces Day. Why not just call it what it is: War Day. Or National Bomb Day? Drone Day? Killing Machine Appreciation Day?

by Dr. Susan Block Under a pink moon, Bonoboville celebrates my fabulous assistant Phoenix Dawn’s 28th birthday, filled with spankings, flogging, Bday cake sploshing and balloon-popping orgasms. Plus we gear up for the merry Masturbation Month of May and consider the thorny question of how to treat society’s Incel mass murder problem using socialized sex work and the Bonobo Way. Then we go back to spanking, sploshing and jilling off. It’s a helluva show!

by Dr. Susan Block Other couples might have billion-dollar bank accounts, million-mile upgrades or thousand-carat his-and-her diamond rings, but nobody throws a gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters, orgiastic, female-empowered, Felliniesque, bonoboesque blast of a 26th wedding anniversary bacchanalia like we do. Some of the world’s greatest porn stars, best-selling authors, singers, swingers, fellow Yalies, nude wrestlers, cultural icons, leading FemDoms and scions of century-old Hollywood dynasties come together (literally) in my Womb Room Chapel at the Little Church of Bonoboville to celebrate the longevity of love, lust and lawfully-wedded marriage, bonobo-style, with Capt’n Max and me.

by Dr. Susan Block Times might be tense in Trump’s America, but here in Bonoboville, we release the pressure, and my Womb Room explodes into an orgy on this show. Then we hose down the Trumpus with gallons of fine golden rushin’ champagne, and it’s back to the orgy again. We certainly make like bonobos, not baboons!

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our first show of Spring 2018, and Bonoboville blooms with art gods and love goddesses, heavenly bodies and divine minds, politics and street sculpture, natural bouncing boobs, hot slippery oral sex and squirting—it’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters, sparkling like diamonds and fresh as a Spring shower. What a full evening of Commedia Erotica for the body, mind and artistic soul. A wild whacky weekend surrounds this sapiosexually stimulating show, filled with lousy news and great events.

by Dr. Susan Block Erin Go Bragh! And bragh-less. It’s St. Paddy’s Day, the Bonobo Way, and those naughty lassies or lads who are not wearing green get pinched, stripped, tied up, made to wear gas masks and spanked by lusty leprechauns and sexy Mistresses. With Irish green Agwa, we toast Stormy Daniels for tackling the Trumpus, and Emma Gonzales for chasing the NRA out of American schools like St. Patrick chased the snakes out of Ireland. Pop question: Why do folks wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? Answer: The Irish believed wearing green acted as camouflage while they traipsed through the verdant forests of the Emerald Isle, making them invisible to leprechauns who, though magical, are kind of nasty. Like mini-Trump pussy-grabbers, they sneak up and nonconsensually pinch anyone they can see; that is, anyone not wearing green.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Women’s History Month, and the Womb Room is rocking with woman power. Bonobo sapien females of all ages, shapes, sizes and races engage in nude wrestling, oral pleasures, sapiosexual Weapons of Mass Discussion, music, comedy, encounters with various men and a joyous, raucous tribute to one strong sexy woman in current American affairs whose very name evokes the ethos of our times. Last week, we kicked off Women’s Month paying tribute to Queen Esther, a Biblical woman who saves her people from genocide with nothing but her own Weapons of Mass Seduction. This week, we continue in Esther’s lineage, honoring a living woman with the potential to “save” America from the terrors of the Trumpocalypse with her own not inconsiderable seductive powers.

by Dr. Susan Block This scintillating show, featuring FemDoms, porn stars, a clown, a comic and the “golden rule,” kicks off Women’s History Month, falls on Sex Workers Rights Day and celebrates Purim, the Jewish Feast of Queen Esther. These rather different holidays actually have a lot in common. Though men make up more than you might think of the sex worker population, the majority of sex workers are women. As for the Jewish Mardi Gras festival of Purim, it honors Queen Esther, who is both a woman—the only central female character in a Jewish holiday story—and a sex worker.

by Dr. Susan Block This show is a bouillabaisse of passion, politics, pleasure and pain, mixed emotions and saucy fashions, a naked masturbating BBW and hilarious hip-hop that makes you laugh as you dance (and spank). There’s also a wild fire that almost burns out of control and a fluffy Pomeranian to start the Chinese Year of the Dog out right. Arf!

by Dr. Susan Block. Blessed by the horned, horny spirit of Pan (speak of the devil), this Lupercalia whips all the tension of 2018 into a great, mind-blowing, heart-shaped butt-spanking, orgiastic healing with the power to take us into a more inclusive, bonoboesque, peace-through-pleasure-making future. Broadcasting live from Bonoboville on DrSuzy.Tv, Lupercalia 2018 howls like a wolf, parties like a pagan, beats like a heart and comes like the tender shoots of Spring.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s the one-year anniversary of tRUMP’s inauguration, and the government is shut down… but the people are open. Women of America are on the march. The Women’s March 2018 gathered the most women in history ever to reject one man. And that man is you Donny Boy. Does that excite you? All those pretty pussies defying your desire to grab them? All those “nasty women” waving homemade signs and shrieking “Impeach Trump,” “Stop Cheeto Voldemort,” “Does this Ass Make My Country Look Small?” “Don’t Touch My Rights!” “Viva la Vulva!” “I’d Call You a ‘Cunt’ but You Don’t Have the Warmth or the Depth” and “You’re So Vain, You Probably Think This March is About You,” as you sit in the White House, trash-tweeting and junk-eating, surrounded by nasty women, a prisoner of your own success.

by Dr. Susan Block A wondrous one-legged porn star, the ghost of Michael Jackson and the spirit of Prince come together—where else, but in Bonoboville—on an amazing, comic, erotic, intimate and very illuminating episode of The Dr. Susan Block Show Watch and learn how a so-called “disability” can be a springboard to sexual super power. The Show-Eating Facebook Monster Speaking of disabilities, this is our second show in a row that Facebook disables for no apparent reason. The Facebook Live broadcasts goes smoothly, getting lots of views, “likes,” “loves,” “hahas” and comments, and Capt’n Max is careful not to show any of the nudity. But after we hit “post,” it vanishes. We have no idea why. They never tell you. And who are “they”? Bots? Prudes? Gestapo? Mark Zuckerberg Zuckheads?

by Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville kicks off 2018 with a bang, a spank and a sweet, sapiosexual Communion, climaxing with Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump (D.A.D.) unleashing upon our surrogate Trumpty Dumpty, the Cuckold King,.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our last live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2017, a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—or Trumpible, if you will, since much of the terror was caused by the Trumpus. Whether you loved or hated it, this year is in the rear (for my full year-in-review and unadulterated thoughts on the unbonobo presidunce and erotic resistance, see #GoBonobos in 2018, also in Counterpunch). Thus, with a fond farewell to this year’s 45 sensational shows, a Merry New Year and a very Happy Nude Rear to all, we present the 2017 SUZY awards.

by Dr. Susan Block The 2017 Holiday Season lights up and ties up Bonoboville with Professor Oni’s signature style of erotic “Kinbaku” rope bondage, accented with hot candlewax dripping onto the bare skin of the lovely Lola Fae, followed by a buxom, bountiful Bonoboville Communion between Christine Dupree and Phoenix Dawn, climaxing with Ikkor the Wolf singing his latest groove “Um’ Good” as the Wolfies dance and play.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our duty to spank booty on Spanksgiving! Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, on Thanksgiving, let us give thanks. And on Spanksgiving, let us give spanks. Let us practice the Bonobo Way amongst each other, and let us spank away the hate and fear that divides us, and let us find the path of peace through pleasure… with a little spanking. And let us spank our hands together across a nice willing warm ass, and sing Amen and Awomen.

by Dr. Susan Block It appeared in the heavens as a sign of the times: a giant penis in the sky. Gloriously delineated in cloudy white against the bright blue beyond, firm and thick with a slightly bulbous head, its tremendous testes shaped as the swirling google of infinity, it seemed to rise up to meet the sun as it blessed the good people of Omak, Washington down below.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month climaxes with a Happy Halloween 2017 in BOOnoBOOville bubbling up from a Witch’s Brew of FemDoms, kinksters, a domesticated alligator and a giant Trumpkin Pumpkin under gag order with a gourd. I open the show with my personal Samhain standard: Scary Sex: A Halloween Poem, while “riding” around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom: a dildo, vibrator, spanking paddle, sweeper and costume prop all in one.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Kink Month 3 in BOOnoBOOville, Smoketober 2017, and the whirling winds of autumn are upon us, stirring up kinky Halloween dreams and the alchemy of scary sex. Scary sex can be fun, but only when it’s consensual fantasy roleplay, not when it’s a nonconsensual reality, and some pussy-grabbing creep chooses to assault you; that’s not fun. At. All.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month II, 2017, on DrSuzy.Tv, creeps up and pounces on its prey like a pussycat crossed with a tiger. Thus unfolds “The Revenge of the Pussies”—cats, kittens, leopards, lions, tigers, vulva puppets, and real live vaginas—against the power-mad Pussygrabbers of the World, especially the scary-clown, jack-o’-lantern-colored Pussygrabber-in-Chief who sits, spewing “Fire and Fury” and trash from our White House, thanks to our state of electoral dysfunction.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month 2017 kicks off, spanks down, chats it up and climaxes on the Motorbunny in BOOnoBOOville with sexpots, sexperts and kinksters galore.by Dr. Susan Block From clinical sexologist and Sex-Positive LA director, Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook to “bi geek” porn starlet, Gracie May Green, her gal pal Amilia Onyx, a snake named Zeus, our old friend Maya, our own fabulous Gypsy Bonobo, Ikkor the Wolf, Jacquie Blu, Capt’n Max, and our Trumpocalypse Therapy spanking puppet (this week, we spank him with a roll of paper towels), Dotard Drumpf, a kinky congregation gathers together in the Womb Room Cathedral of Kink-Positivity and inclusivity

by Dr. Susan Block Wankers, spankers, filmmakers and pornstars gather together in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Church of Bonoboville to wind up Self-Love September, break the Yom Kippur fast (well, I was breaking the fast) and kick off Kink Month with stimulating talk about masturbation education, a sensuous topless Bonoboville Communion and an orgasmic, remote-controlled ride on the Motorbunny.

by Dr. Susan Block. In honor of human pet specialist Madame Margherite’s emergence into the world, our theme for this show is Animal Play, the Bonobo Way. With dance, romance, roleplay, cake, communion, spankings, a sparkling butt plug and a multi-orgasmic, squirting Motorbunny ride, we unleash our inner animals with a roar, a purr, a moan, a squeal, a growl and shrieks of animalistic delight. And it feels good. We humans are animals, of course, although we often forget that we are, and most of mainstream religions try to tell us we aren’t. This can really screw up our sexuality, our emotions, our politics and our environment; just check out the fake news and the real news, and you know what I mean.

by Dr. Susan Block With everything even crazier and Nazi-er than last week, it takes a congregation of sister-resisters, rappers and porn stars to theatrically engage the insanity of the political moment, as well as escape into bliss, the Bonobo Way. That is exactly the kind of group we assemble here in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Worldwide Church of Bonoboville: trans porn legend Kourtney van Wales, “barely legal” porn starlet Veronica Valentine, anti-Trump activist and cultural anthropologist Susan Cooper, rapper extraordinaire Ikkor the Wolf, our own beloved Gypsy Bonobo, Jacquie Blu and the truth-talking Capt’n Max. We also have our Trump voodoo doll, aka “Putin’s Puppet,” the big plush-toy dick with a tiny penis and Trump’s tangerine face, now also sporting a Hitler mustache and a KKK style DUNCE cap.

by Dr. Susan Block Surviving the Trumpocalypse, without losing your marbles or your morals, or falling victim to Post-Trump Sex Disorder, involves a balance of engagement and escape. We explore both on this show, engaging in a stimulating discussion of the real and “fake” news as well as escaping from that disturbing, discombobulating cauldron of dystopian disinformation with some excellent entertainment in the realms of hooping, magic, breast therapy and erotic romance.

by Dr. Susan Block We gather together in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Church of Bonoboville where we worship all the gods and goddesses, “just in case,” as Prince Max says, we find that one or two of them are real when we cross over from this life to whatever lies beyond. “Just in case…” is our mantra. There are infinite possibilities for “The Infinite.” So, come, let us pray…. and cum, let us play! This is Bonoboville, after all, at the Dr. Susan Block Institute of Faith-Based Sex. We may or may not be Children of God, but we are all Children of Sex. Hallelujah, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners. Sex is what brings us into this world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while.

by Dr. Susan Block What an effervescent intersection of artistic expression—politics, parody, music and sex—featuring some of the fantastic “Resistance Art,” artists, movers and booty-shakers of TAWDRY: Art with Teeth, the exhibit opening this coming Saturday at the Hive in DTLA. Plus, we celebrate our beloved Gypsy’s birthday in bawdy bonoboësque style with a bunch of beauteous, bare boobies and some very sensuous Bonoboville Communions. And man, oh man-child, do we whack tRUMP!

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s the G-10 Summit in the Womb Room of Bonoboville. We come together from all over this great country of ours, from New Hampshire, Michigan, Minnesota, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and several counties in the Golden State of California. We are brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, raised in a variety of great and not-so-great American temples and churches (Mormon, Lutheran, Adventist, Jewish and Wiccan, to name a few). We are artists and exhibitionists, voyeurs and connoisseurs, kinksters and couples, porn stars and presidents.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s over 90 degrees in the Garden of Bonoboville, and my guests really turn up the heat with smoking hot naked bodies and blazing enthusiasm. This show sizzles, glows, power-plays and then explodes in your mouth, among other places, into a delicious icing-splosh orgy!

by Dr. Susan Block Happy Birthday, USA! Even though our country has been hijacked by a clown car of incompetent plutocrats being giddily driven off the rails by Clown-in-Chief Kim Jong Trump, we can—and, in my opinion, should—still celebrate America’s Birthday. And this we do, with a fabulous fiesta of flaming sparklers, poppers, Old Glory in all her glory, a tribute to Wonder Woman, a Cosmo 69 demo and orgasmic squirting fireworks on the Motorbunny.

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 This show really hits the spot! Yes indeed, like a great massage for the body, mind and spirit (including school spirit), it hits a lot of spots: sex, politics, parody, poetry, punishment, lapdance, domination, education, masturbation, an amazing, very explicit gynecological demonstration and an ecstatic sapiosexual celebration—the kind you can only experience (as far as I know) in a place we call Bonoboville.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Earth Day in Bonoboville, and an effervescent mix of fabulous FemDoms, Science Marchers, sex therapists, a rapper and a reunited family from my distant past gather together in my Womb Room to celebrate, confess long-held secrets, plan political actions, gag Big Baby Trump with a penis pacifier, lick sacred salt from luscious nipples and erotically ritualize our deep connection to our collective Mother, the Earth.

by Dr. Susan Block The 25th wedding anniversary is a big one, awarding the couple a silver “loving cup” in honor of fulfilling their marriage vows for a distinguished number of spins around the sun. Celebrating the 25th feels like gaining admittance into an elite club of veteran couples of all kinds, from reactionaries to revolutionaries, from Mike and Karen Pence (together since 1985) to Keith Richards and Patti Hansen (since 1983) to us (since 1992!); this imaginary couples club is made up of people who really don’t have anything in common at all, except being married more than 25 years.

by Dr. Susan Block Purims in Bonoboville tend to be a cross between a Sunday school play and an orgy of Biblical proportions. This Purim is all of that and then some, beginning with a Porny Purimspiel featuring the brave, bawdy and utterly unrehearsed Commedia Erotica players, with stand-out performances by Jewish porn icon Ron Jeremy as Pimpin’ Cousin Mordecai, and voluptuous archivist Rhiannon Aarons as a saucy, stripped and whipped Vashti, and climaxing with Vashti climaxing all over Mordecai’s righteous kosher schlong… as the waters of the Red Sea gush forth.

by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, FemDoms, lend me your ears! I cum to bury Valentine’s Day (not to praise it)… and to resurrect the Lupercalia for modern times. Lupercalia is the original holiday of the heart, the wild municipal whipping party referenced most famously in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, which the Catholic Church sanitized and Hallmark commercialized into what we now call Valentine’s Day.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s February, so-named for the februa, leather strips that the ancient Roman Lupercalians would wield across hot palms and willing behinds, flogging and whipping the populace into a sexual frenzy that would very often lead to a baby boom nine months later.

by Dr. Susan Block. Erotic poets, dramatic actors, a rapper, stripper and a “drag queen Uber driver” gather together in our multi-denominational, mega-sensational Church of Bonoboville to take Communion and serve up tastes of their sexy performance art, as we celebrate the Chinese “Year of the Rooster,” aka “Cock” (aka “Dickhead”), joining thousands of protestors in airport terminals throughout this great land to decry the deplorable new Dick-tator with small dick syndrome.

by Dr. Susan Block Oh, what a show! After that dreary, dreadful inauguration of America’s scary new Clown-in-Chief and the closing of Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey, Bonoboville busts out the perfect antidote with a sensational, spectacular “Anti-Inaugural Circus,” featuring human animals and party animals, Bonobo Way book-spankings and Bonoboville Communion, rousing speeches and arousing striptease, an über-orgasmic Sybian ride and a breathtaking, sparkling climax with four hot ladies giving Trump a series of Golden Showers.

by Dr. Susan Block. Still *in recovery* from our scintillating New Year’s Eve bacchanal, we gather together in the Womb Room on our first broadcast of 2017, reflecting upon our 44 great shows of 2016, as we ceremoniously bestow The SUZY Awards for the fifth consecutive year. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of ‘peace through pleasure’ in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block. The past is quite imperfect, and the future looks like an über-scary clown, but Bonoboville lights up the crossroads with an off-the-charts fantastic, orgiastic and very Happy New Year’s Eve. It’s a night of communal ecstasy, collective joy, bonoboësque spirit, rainbow-ësque diversity, resistance to oppression from all directions and pure pleasure… with a little bit of pain. Featuring a galaxy of porn stars, pundits, singers, swingers and LA’s most preeminent pro-Dommes, we spank out the old annus (and anus) and flog in a very Happy Nude Rear, as we ride the magical orgasmical Sybian into a deliriously climactic 2017.

by Dr. Susan Block Merry Christmas, Brothers and Sisters! Chag Sameach Hanukkah! Merry Muhammed’s Birthday! Happy Pancha Ganapati! Bountiful Bodhi Day! Happy Kwanza! And Happy Merry Sexy Sun Birthday! Did I leave anybody’s favorite winter holiday out? All Holidays Matter. See, this is why sometimes—War on Christmas, Peace on Earth or Satanic Solstice—it’s easier and more inclusive to just say “Happy Holidays.”

by Dr. Susan Block Gathered together in our Womb Room, a multi-colored congregation of pundits and porn stars, journalists and fetishists, monogamists and polyamorists, singers and swingers, vamps and veterans, from Hollywood to Tehran, faces the impending Trumpocalypse with lively discussion, Bonoboville Communion, erotic play, music, laughter, striptease… and protective gas masks, just in case.

by Dr. Susan Block With a splosh of whipped cream and a squirt of raw cuisine, a pie in the butt and a tsunami of goo, this show takes the cake, the croissant and the marshmallow fluff, bringing the art, enjoyment and fetish of “sploshing” to bonoboësque heights of sweet messy delight. We also digress from the culinary mayhem into sapiosexual discourses on the meaning of food, sex and “messiness” in our civilized lives, as well as totally non-splosh-related dialogues about the fine art of photography, grooving live music, some riveting spoken-word, politics-as-unusual on the edge of the Trumpocalypse and a call for all to “heal the homeless,” as the homeless help us with our own healing during this queasy, uneasy holiday season. Don’t Play With Your Food!

by Dr. Susan Block The holidays can feel like riding an emotional roller coaster, bringing us to the heights of joy and the depths of sadness, anger and desire, profound vulnerability and the ultimate ecstatic fulfillment. And that just about sums up my Thanksgiving/Spanksgiving weekend, rolling through ups and downs that almost make me lose my egg nog, but thankfully, climaxing on a high note of romantic ecstasy.

by Dr. Susan Block In the coming Trumpocalypse, we may all need to wear gasmasks, perhaps as often as we now wear raincoats or sunglasses. Of course, there is no way to prepare for the whimsical Trumpanzee, but if he keeps his promises to gut the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency), so he and his billionaire boys club can pussy-grab Mother Earth, we’re all in for some toxic times.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month gets kinkier on the fourth great DrSuzy.Tv show of October, 2016—the year of the kinkiest, kookiest American election ever, with penis size, pussy-grabbing and Putin puppetry on the short-list of debate topics, and Fall’s witchy mysteries lurking in dark clouds overhead.

by Dr. Susan Block On the 8th night of Kink Month in Bonoboville, we up the ante in the art of pain with kinky artist/dominas Sheree Rose and Rhiannon Aarons and dazzling pro-domme Mistress Porcelain Midnight. It’s a FemDom fiesta of Bonobo Way book–spankings, boobalicious Bonoboville Communion, hot medical play talk, sadism, masochism, domination, submission, erotic politics and performance art. It’s also a female-empowered response to Trump’s latest dump that’s set off a stink bomb in an already noxious election season with this pumpkin-headed man-baby’s pride in nonconsensually groping women “like a magnet…I don’t even wait… I just… grab ‘em by the pussy.”

by Dr. Susan Block Happy Kink Month, Brothers and Sisters! In case you haven’t heard the word, October is “Kink Month,” as The Stockroom, in its infinite marketing wisdom, has declared. Therefore, it being October 1st, we kick off Kink Month in BOOnoBOOville and throughout the wondrous witchy cosmos with a Kinkster dance, kink-positive talk and an ultra-kinky Bonobo Way book-spanking or three.

by Dr. Susan Block LiVE from the Womb Room in the all-American small-town village of Bonoboville, it’s the Great Debate, the first of the 2016 U.S. Presidential Debates, the most watched debates in history, maybe even the most watched TV shows ever. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Democrats and Republicans, Libertarians and Vegetarians, Voters and Debaters, Masturbators and Master-Debaters: the whole world is watching… to see who cracks, mangles their facts, has a wardrobe malfunction or just gets their panties in a twist. We, the citizenry of the virtual states of America, are all a bunch of sadomasochistic voyeurs, and our candidates are shameless exhibitionists; they have to be to put up with the scrutiny and abuse. I guess that makes the media our pimp…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s 9/11 Eve in Bonoboville, the night before the 15th anniversary of that most horrific and outrageous of terrorist attacks that shocked the world and triggered the Perma Wars in which we are still enmeshed.

by Dr. Susan Block My Womb Room explodes in bacchanalian ecstasy as naked celebrity newlyweds Danièle Watts and Chef Be*Live lead the good citizens of Bonoboville in a group wedding dance of orgiastic, artistic, giggling, wiggling, intergalactic proportions in an amazing night of bonoboësque, fluffy-pink fun and deep, penetrating Weapons of Mass Discussion

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Olympics season, and if there were a Porn Olympics, this show’s featured guest would be at the top of the game. ErotiqueTV CEO and leading man Eric John is a sexual athlete of many talents, among them being an almost superhuman ability to ejaculate profusely and often, clocking in with a peak score of 14 ejaculations in one session. Give this man a gold medal, and hang the winning ribbon like a cock ring around Eric’s johnson, as well as his neck. Eric John is an Olympic ejaculator. The Bonoboville guys are ultra-impressed, especially when Eric and partner Maya Kendrick have athletic sex in perfect rhythm to a rap by Ikkor the Wolf, climaxing with Eric shooting his Olympian load all over Maya’s pretty smiling face… and wisely closed eyes. As for the ladies in the Womb Room, the hard-working Mr. John wins our hearts with his cunnilinguistic enthusiasm (more on that in a minute) and big puppy dog eyes that seem to really *see* into yours, whether you’re having sex or talking about the sports.

by Dr. Susan Block Falling like an avalanche of red, white and blue Zyklon B-releasing balloons between the two American presidential conventions of 2016, this show finds Bonoboville grappling with the intensely divided state of the United States. However, with the help of some beautiful music, amazing parody, Bonoboville Communion and sexy half-naked bodies moving and grooving the Bonobo Way, it’s not long before we come up smiling, happy and horny, the sound of jack boots marching in the distance. Welcome to the Trumpocalypse. After four long days of rabid fear-mongering, petty plagiarism, bigotry, stupidity, misogyny, progeny, Nazi salutes, blondes in white dresses, calls for execution of the Democratic candidate by firing squad and fervent prayers to Make America HATE Again, Bonoboville is slightly traumatized. At least, I am, this being the nastiest American presidential convention in my memory. And if Trump wins which, considering the increasing fractious state of the Democratic party, is looking more and more possible, this reality show is just beginning.

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.

Savannah Fyre SQUIRTS for PEACE on DrSuzy.Tv! by Dr. Susan Block We open this show live from America’s killing fields in the Summer of Blood, white police murdering black men for no good reason and a black sniper killing white police, picking off cops like sitting ducks at a shooting range. As if emerging from an NRA wet dream, everyone is armed. The killers are armed, and in these particular cases, all of the victims are armed too. The police are armed to the teeth with hand-me-down weapons of Perma War, turning our “Peace Officers” into a domestic branch of the U.S. military. And PTSD-damaged veterans of America’s occupation of Afghanistan get armed like the army—legally, especially in Texas. Texans love their guns. And so the chickens come home to roost (hat tip to Malcolm X), and the Summer of Blood is upon us. Will we ever learn the Bonobo Way?

by Dr. Susan Block What a smoking-hot, firecracking, butt-smacking, sparkle-crazy, oral-sexy 4th of July sextravaganza in Bonoboville…. proving once again that freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint is a close second.

by Dr. Susan Block We are all in transition. Throughout the world, many of us are moving into a more sexually fluid, bonoboësque state of being and doing, for the pleasure and fulfillment of the individual, the betterment of human society, the benefit of many other species (including the bonobos) and quite possibly peace on earth.

By Dr. Susan Block Just the Tip (for now)… THANK YOU, Brothers and Sisters of Bonoboville, for giving Capt’n Max and me such a fantastic, orgiastic, bacchanalian and bonoboësque 24th wedding anniversary send-off from such a pleasure-packed, endorphin-high Womb Room! Thank you for wearing lavender (especially by accident) in observance of the 24th. Thank you for playing your mellifluous musical instruments, strumming our strings, tickling our keys and dancing through our garden naked and free.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a Happy #GreenBirthday for sparkling Speakeasy Star, Dayton Rains—webcam, sext and phone therapist with the Institute, associate producer for DrSuzy.Tv, not to mention a real, award-winning porn star. It’s also a great visual treat for the rest of us, partly because Dayton celebrates much of her birthday in her “birthday suit.” As hard-working, giving and passionate about the Bonobo Way as she is vivacious, curvaceous, funny and sexy, Dayton—and her adorable pair of canine companions—have captured the hearts (and gonads) of Bonoboville, so her birthday is cause for great celebration. Looking radiant in an ecosexy #GreenBirthday bra, FreeOnes G-string, high heels and a St. Paddy’s star on her head that looks like a leprechaun crown, the Birthday Gal soon strips down to her Birthday Suit, performing backbends and other feats of youthful flexibility and timeless sexiness.

by Dr. Susan Block You are getting sleepy…. Escape the mass hypnosis of the Trump rally, stirring the mob to brutal mayhem, and experience its bonoboësque alter ego, erotic hypnotherapy, helping you to relax, evolve and discover greater heights of pleasure, arousal and harmony with the world. There are many sides to hypnosis—good, evil, erotic and political—and this show explores them all . We also continue Women’s History Month with a nod to Victoria Woodhull, along with a hat tip to the Woodhull Freedom Foundation, now fighting for our rights to practice consensual BDSM, recently threatened by a Virginia federal court ruling. Woodhull herself was a great freedom fighter, a maverick and a very successful businesswoman who ran for President at a time when American women didn’t even have the right to vote.

by Dr. Susan Block In between clinical sessions, art films, Memory Foam orgasms and my Bonobo Way talk at UC Berkeley’s 5th International Conference on the Future of Monogamy & Nonmonogamy, I chanced to meet a sweet couple, Dwayne Mooney and Billie Jordan, who happen to be Bravo TV’s poster pair for polyamory, and lo and behold, within a week, here they are in Bonoboville.

By Dr. Susan Block Hosting a live pro-sex variety show less than 24 hours after a horrific multiple mass murder in the City of Love is a little bizarre. But it’s a “healing” kind of bizarre, like pushing yourself to have sex when you’re under-the-weather, physically or emotionally. After you get into it, very often you feel better. And sometimes it even helps you to get better. This sexual healing part of what I call the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure.

by Dr. Susan Block Labor Day becomes “Labia Day” on DrSuzy.Tv, broadcasting live from Bonoboville on the first Saturday night of September. Our first Labia Day, a.k.a., #LabiaDay, celebration features the delightful labia-lapping Dayton Rains showing off her own world-famous labia in multiple positions and configurations, expertly licking my lucky labia and, in that great U.S. presidential intern tradition, smoking a cigar through her labia, as well as instigating a small but sassy Labia Day Movement right here in the Womb Room studio—power to the pornstars! Back to Labor Day (for just a moment), which I’ve always found to be a bittersweet occasion. Like any public holiday, it’s as good an excuse as any to break out the booze and BBQs, but tragically, it also marks the end of summer vacation, with “labor,” a.k.a., school, work and winter, looming ominously ahead. Moreover, the whole “labor” theme never seems to be a genuine celebration of the people, the real workers, or the 99%. It’s more of a paltry pacifier from the 1%–the owners, Mafioso union bosses, greedy oligarchs and CEOs—one measly Monday where we theoretically don’t have to labor for The Man, but are expected to consume high-calorie processed foods from company stores like Walmart and Target, watch military-style parades and endure boring, hypocritical speeches.