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.

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!

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.

Length: 97:33 minutes Date: 02/18/2012

Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.

As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.

Seems like just 22 hours… but it was 22 years ago that I tied the marital knot with the love of my life, and Saturday night we commemorated that auspicious, legally binding (all that bondage language tells you something about marriage, doesn’t it?) human mating ritual with a rolling party at the Green Horse bar, a squirting-screaming orgy in the Bonoboville kitchen and another epic episode in the ongoing “show” that is our conjoined Saturday night lives...

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

by Dr. Susan Block It’s a whip-cracking, she-wolf-howling, floggerific Lupercalia to whip all other Lupercalias’ horny, heart-shaped butts into shape. Date-wise, we’re actually a tad late for the Lupercal. That’s because Capt’n Max and I were up at UC Berkeley for Valentine’s Day (the sanitized, Catholicized, Hallmark remake of Lupercalia), sharing our Gospel of the Love Apes on the high holiday of love at the heart (or maybe the spleen) of the love revolution in beautiful liberal Bezerkeley. My talk went great (blog, video and pix coming soon!), and we had a deliciously romantic and orgasmic Valentine weekend, plus there was even a Lupercalia party; it seems like everyone and their pagan grandma is going Lupey for Lupercalia these Februaries. Though this Berkeley Lupercalia was basically just a cake and cocktails, featuring some lovely Lupercalian Berkeleyans, but no flogging or even a light spanking. No offense to the horny and Lupey of Berkeley, but we just had to come back to Bonoboville to whip it good.