It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic play-fest to the collective merriment of all.

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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…

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…

Erotic “Spoken Word” poetry fills the Womb Room as hardcore body language, wide-open pussy talk and operatic orgasms expand the conversation. This spoken word session, dedicated to my old lover, the late great spoken word storyteller, Spalding Gray, turns orgasms into poetry, a pipe into a dildo and a grand anal finale. As always, it happens in my Speakeasy, where we speak easy about sex, which is not always so easy to speak about. But sometimes an image is worth a thousand spoken words. Although this show is great to listen to (click on the link above), if you really want the Word, you have to watch.

It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic, star-studded play-fest to the collective merriment of all.

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…

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…

By Dr. Susan Block It’s our 23rd year of lawfully wedded love and lust, and Capt’n Max and I start the celebration early, just the two of us “partying like bonobos” in bed, climaxing in each other’s arms, the arms we’ve gotten to know so well but, happily, never tired of, lo these 23+ years. Wild and kinky as we are, we’re also very much married, sharing and being “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the romance that just seems to deepen and grow between us as we age. But no couple is an island. Certainly, we aren’t! As much as we cherish our two-way intimacy, we need our Bonoboville community to keep us from going insane or letting our monogamy turn to monotony. One reason our “monogamish” (with a hat tip to Dan Savage and the forthcoming Tao Ruspoli film of that name) marriage seems to work is that we share our love, lust and romance with our Bonoboville of friends, lovers and interesting strangers.

By Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville sparkles with the spirit of Xmas, the heat of Sexmas, the wonders of Winter Solstice and the carnivalesque carnalities and unexpected upheavals of Saturnalia, as friends, lovers, sexperts and sexpots gather together to share stimulating ideas, good vibes, deep emotions and delicious bodies, celebrating the erotic fecundity of life in the dead of winter. Not that the chilly season ever gets too harsh in sunny So Cal, but still, Baby It’s Cold Outside!

Air Date: 8/27/11

The irresistible seductive power of the ancient Greek Sirens was said to have driven many a haplessly horny sailor to shipwreck off the rocky coast of their island. But these mythological femme fatales pale in comparison to my real-life Summer Sirens—porn stars, poets, sex-workers and webcam girls—who push the temperature of this super steamy episode of The Dr. Susan Block Show right on up through the Womb Room roof, stripping, sucking and squirting up a sizzling hot tropical storm. It’s Holy Water, Brothers & Sisters! It’s good for the skin, not to mention the libido—and the soul. And no, I don’t mention my cyber woes once during this amazing, invigorating, hot wet show! Who can think of anything bad when surrounded by seductive sirens like these?