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 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.

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.