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…

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…

From our opening appeal to help superstorm Sandy’s victims to a deep exploration of the male G-spot, aka the “P-spot” (aka the prostate), to three special Scorpio birthday celebrations—1) for my beloved Capt’n Prince Max (who reaches the sexy age of 69 this Thursday), 2) the ageless Master Liam and 3) just turned 21-year-old Porn Princess Shay Golden—this is a wide-ranging show, brimming with sex education, kink-laced stimulation and heartfelt, loving fun. Special thanks to DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor for the homemade-with-love cock and titty birthday cakes! Such decadent fun to lick icing off the nipples of my guests. Though that explains why my own boobs tasted kind of sugary this morning, huh Max?

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.

Everybody’s talking about Mitt Romney’s “Binders Full of Women.” On this show, we actually open up a few of these notorious binders, and all we can say is “Wow! Mitt Baby, we’re impressed.” Of course, the Big O(bama) actually put his muscle where his mouth is for women’s rights, having signed the Lilly Ledbetter Act, which removed the statute of limitations for filing complaints about unequal pay, among other female-friendly things. But, as Mitt declared so forcefully in the second presidential debate, he also supports a woman’s right…to be sexy—in the bedroom, the boardroom and certainly, in binders of all kinds. To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

A probing exploration of conflicted, incestuous feelings and the driving exhibitionism of porn stars versus their documentarians segues into stellar “sex rock” and rolls through an orgiastic storm of swirling feathers , pounding beats, smashing guitars, people’s politics, funny money and beautiful, writhing, naked bodies. If you like erotic punk rock, taboo sex talk and topless raging pillowfights, you’ll love this show.

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Sexe! That’s the name of the game when we celebrate Bastille Day on The Dr. Susan Block Show with the spirit of the French Revolution, French wine, French flags, French fries (though they’re really Belgian), French Can-Can (performed in the traditional manner, with no panties), French ballet (danced naked), French songs (sung during Sybian rides), French bread (used as dildos) and, of course, lots of French kissing and French sex, aided and abetted by very strong, very French, practically hallucinogenic Absente Absinthe (now made with real wormwood!). Even before the Absinthe, I attempt to open the show en français: Les Frères et les Soeurs, les Amants et les Pécheurs, les Artistes et les Exhibitionnistes, les Voyeurs et les Connaisseurs….Tout vous Enfants du Sexe, et nous sommes tous les Enfants du Sexe. Nous pouvons ou pouvoir ne pas être des Enfants de Dieu, mais nous sommes tous les Enfants du Sexe. Peux j’entendre ‘Amen’? Peux j’entendre ‘Awomen’? Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Joyeux Jour Bastille! Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais “Happy Bastille Day!” And then the coquettes and baguettes go frolicking through an American interpretation of a French adventure, against an enchanted backdrop of bleu, blanc et rouge erotic francophilia, whimsically designed by my deliciously twisted producer, Tasia Sutor, who looks like a cross between a can-can girl, a beret-clad artiste and a French pastry. Bastille Day commemorates the “storming of the Bastille” on the 14th of July, 1789, one of the opening shots of the French Revolution, in which old ideas about tradition, hierarchy, monarchy and religious authority were abruptly overthrown by the new Enlightenment principles of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. Though the “storming of the Bastille” has a sexy ring to it, the event itself was rather bloody, including a mob lynching of the Bastille Governor, followed over the years, by massive executions via the famous French guillotine. Here at the Speakeasy, we’d rather make love, not war. Instead of the guillotine, we just spank your bare bottom with a hard baguette. This show includes a tribute to one of our favorite show guests and friends, the wonderful, gorgeous, sexy and hilarious Holly Stevens, Queen of Clown Porn and Queen of Our Hearts, who succumbed to a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer at the age of 30. I don’t know if Holly had ever been to France, but I do know she lived by those Enlightened French principles: Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…et Sexe, right up until the end.

Is “weird” the new sexy? This show explores the meaning of a brand new holiday whose time has come: “Wonderful Weirdos Day.” It started in Austin, the brightest blue spot in big red Texas, a town that honors diversity, art, originality, openness, freakiness and just plain wonderful weirdness in a state known for its rather punitive enforcement of Deep Southern-style uniformity. I start with an ode to the glories of weirdness by the wonderfully weird genius Frank Moore. Frank, in addition to being an award-winning artist, poet, rock star, filmmaker, happily married man, as well as my Presidential running mate in our 2008 campaign and the producer of The Dr. Susan Block Show on Berkeley public access TV, happens to be quadriplegic (relating to his cerebral palsy) and, well, a little weird. The poem, Mutation is Evolution, is about how weirdness—whether physical “disabilities,” psychological uniqueness or sexual “deviance”—is a form of mutation which, as every elementary science student knows, drives the vehicle of evolution. Therefore, society represses and tries to eradicate weirdness at its own risk. Without the mutating power of the weird, we’d all still be single-celled organisms living in perfect, life-stultifying uniformity. This is one reason I wrote my Open Letter to Yale President Richard C. Levin (now garnering dozens of comments, pro and con, from Yalies and anti-Yalies), taking him to task for scapegoating, censoring and essentially castrating Sex Week at Yale. In Levin’s uncouth determination to repress “weirdness,” the expression of erotic uniqueness and sexual diversity, he is essentially rolling back human evolution to a state of “single-celled” sexual ignorance, bigotry and brutality—at least, at our beloved alma mater, Yale. Back to the show which, in keeping with the theme, gets pretty weird. A couple guests flake for unreasonable reasons, and the guests that are here “explore their weirdness” in some mildly weird ways. Plans give way, but then, the best laid plans may not get you laid the way that you planned. So we make the best of it, enjoying some wonderfully weird moments, not least of which is my own orgasmic cowgirl Sybian ride. Everyone feels a little weird and “out of step” sometimes, but a few of us do more than most, sometimes tragically “going off the deep end” of weirdness into mass murder and horrific destruction. That’s another reason it’s so important to allow for the positive expression of weirdness—sexual or otherwise—in ourselves and our neighbors. Vive la difference!

Two mass murders in quick succession got me wondering—yet again—why America is so murderously violent, both abroad and at home. Obviously, there is a rich and tangled tapestry of reasons, one being our sheer number of citizens (statistically, we’re likely to have more mass murders than other countries). Another is the relative convenience with which Americans can acquire automatic weapons; in some states, like Alabama, it’s easier to buy a gun than a sex toy. Speaking of sex, another reason for all the all-American violence might be that the American Brain leans more toward the “Might Makes Right” than the “Make Love, Not War” school of thought. This is partly an American tradition; our nation was founded by Puritans who came to a new land, brimming with religiously inspired, passionately anti-sex fervor, and essentially mass-murdered most of the natives so they could live in “peace.” That tradition is carried on by an American media and ratings system that consistently rewards violent programming packed with shootings, stabbings and bombings with G or PG ratings, but smacks an X or NC-17 on any film that shows a simple nipple. Shooting someone in the breast is considered PG, as long as that breast is clothed. What does it mean to grow up under the influence of the consistent American media message that gun shots are “cleaner” and more acceptable than cum shots? At the very least, it’s one more reason that a deeply frustrated, psychotic individual might grab a semiautomatic weapon and mow down his neighbors, rather than just shooting the gun between his legs and taking a nap. As my favorite developmental neuropsychologist, Dr. James Prescott, found through lab tests with animals and cross-cultural analyses of human societies: “Pleasure and violence have a reciprocal relationship, that is, the presence of one inhibits the other… A raging, violent animal will abruptly calm down when electrodes stimulate the pleasure centers of its brain. Likewise, stimulating the violence centers in the brain can terminate the animal’s sensual pleasure and peaceful behavior. When the brain’s pleasure circuits are ‘on,’ the violence circuits are ‘off,’ and vice versa…As either violence or pleasure goes up, the other goes down.” Our kissing cousins, the bonobos, show us the way. Whereas common chimps tend to control sex through violence, bonobos control violence with sex. We humans, being about as equally close to bonobos as we are to common chimps, have our erotic bonobo side and our more violent and authoritarian (and Republican?) common chimp side. Personally, I’m rooting for our bonobo side to take over before we blow each other up. I don’t believe in censorship, except the kind that stops folks from yelling “fire!” in the proverbial crowded theater. So I gathered together a congregation of pundits, publishers, porn stars and puppets (amazing marionettes created by the Team America: World Police “Puppet Man”, actually, but more on that in a minute) to address these sex, life and death issues in the Womb Room broadcast studio. In terms of the issues, my guests agree to disagree on some points (like the Second Amendment), but we all love the beautiful, naked bodies and the hot, passionate sex that emerges, as it fortunately does in so many glorious editions of The Dr. Susan Block Show. The night climaxes with a cum shot, not a gun shot, in the after-party. So in the Sex vs. Violence competition, sex wins! At least here in BonoboVille, sex wins.

For this special expedition into our erotic wild side, Tasia transforms my Womb Room into a fantasy jungle filled with ferocious stuffed animals, a gentle live snake, some trouser snakes, NatGeo’s famous Expedition Wild “animal whisperer,” porn stars gone wild, naked ladies, pretty pussies, horny dogs, cuddly bears, expeditionists, exhibitionists, lovers and friends, all of us (as I often say) “Children of Sex.” Indeed, we’re all Children of Animal Sex (humans being animals), having evolved from other animals and being related to all the creeping, leaping, flying, sprinting, swimming critters of the world. Listen free and learn to free your inner animal, your erotic wild side that is usually repressed by society’s attempts to “civilize” our prehistoric sexual nature (see Sex at Dawn). Not that I’m recommending that anybody toss out their wedding rings, iPads, insulin or ethics (although some animals—especially bonobos–can be rather ethical). But I think it helps to recognize our animal nature and, under certain special circumstances—like when you’re with someone you love and trust or when you’re in BonoboVille—it’s erotically healthy to release the sexy beast within. I almost called this show Expedition Love since love for animals and each other is a running theme, as well as the last name of one of our guests, and in the midst of all the sex partying and Sybian-riding, the seed of real romance appears to have been planted. I won’t name names yet, as these are very special seeds indeed, and the little love bud that seems to have sprouted needs private attention before being exposed to the often harsh light of society. Speaking of special kinds of love, this show is dedicated to the memory of one of my longterm inspirations in life, literature, politics and sex: Gore Vidal. “I never miss an opportunity to have sex or appear on television,” the late great political exhibitionist sayeth, to which I reply Amen and Awomen. Sex and television are super fun, as long as you don’t take either too seriously. Vidal is also famous for proclaiming that “There is no such thing as a homosexual or a heterosexual person. There are only homo- or heterosexual acts. Most people are a mixture of impulses if not practices.” Many non-human animals are too. Both female and male bonobos are notoriously bisexual, and gay and bisexual activity has been documented among lions, giraffes, African elephants and American bison, to name a few. Male grey whales have been observed engaging in “penis fencing,” like male bonobos—not to mention some guys—do. Male Amazon river dolphins engage in anal, genital and blowhole penetration, giving a whole new meaning to the term “blowjob.” There’s a rainbow of sexual diversity in the wild, as there is in any human neighborhood. So many of my sex therapy clients need to relax and enjoy sex, or “get up” the courage to pursue sexual opportunities, without “over-thinking.” It’s funny how often the answer lies in releasing the wild animal within from the cage of our neuroses.

The “sexy schoolgirl” look is one of the world’s most ubiquitous and beloved clothing-oriented fetishes. Oh, those little plaid skirts, crisp white blouses, flirty sailor bloomers, restrictive ties, childlike knee socks and other school uniform accoutrements! How they stir feelings of arousal, nostalgia, innocence, sweet frustration (aka “tease and denial”) and titillating naughtiness in the uniform wearer (who could be female, male or transgender) and the partner (who might “play” a teacher, dominant disciplinarian or other school authority), as well as the schoolgirl uniform-loving voyeur. Our dear friend Master D, prominent dominant in LA’s BDSM scene and grandson of Australia’s late legendary nightclub king, Abe “Mr. Sin” Saffron, has been a passionate fan of the schoolgirl look since he himself was a schoolboy. So on the occasion of his 40th birthday, I dressed up as a sexy “head mistress” schoolteacher (complete with short houndstooth plaid skirt, professorial sweater, Sex Week at Yale hat and thong) and transformed the Womb Room into a College of Carnal Knowledge filled with a dizzying array of short plaid skirts, Spongebob shirts, raging hormones, various corporal punishments and lessons in love. Tonight’s standardized test: LAPDANCING. Pay attention or get spanking detention! Note: Though there are indeed actual “schoolgirls” in attendance for the festivities, they are all college or post-graduate students over the age of 18. By putting on this schoolgirl-themed show and party, we are in no way trying to encourage or “play into” society’s eroticization of underage girls. We are just responding to it—since we can’t help but be affected by it—by outfitting grown women (and men) in the titillating garb that so many twisted cultures around the world encourage us to desire but forbid us to touch.

Here in BonoboVille, we love to celebrate the sexy side of everyday holidays, from Valentine/Lupercalia to XXXmas, Bastille Day, Purim, St. Patrick’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, a Last Supper Seder hot enough to resurrect the messiah and a very memorable Masturbation Month Memorial Day Climax. So imagine our excitement as we discover “Tug-O-War Day”–the celebration of one of the oldest, most primal sports known to humankind: a contest of strength between two individuals or teams, over a rope or other oblong, tug-able item. Actually, it’s even older than humankind since bonobos and even dogs and cats play tug-o-war with branches, food or chewy toys. So what’s the sexy side of Tug-O-War? If anyone could figure that out, we could, and we did. Thus The Dr. Susan Block Show has become the first (and hopefully not the last) venue to hold a Kegel Muscle Tug-O-War. That’s right–instead of a rope, we use a long double-headed dildo (capped on both sides by Condomania condoms, of course), inserted into two different vaginas. Each participant squeezes her kegels, tugging the dildo in her own direction until the winner tugs the other end out of the loser. Just in case you don’t know a kegel from a bagel, the kegel or pubbococcygeus (PC) muscle found in both men and women, stretches from the pubic bone to the tail bone, supporting the pelvic organs, controlling urine flow and contractions during orgasm. As those of you who know me know, I’m a practically religious believer in keeping your kegels strong and sexy with regular PC muscle “squeeze and release” exercises. Strong kegels help women come more easily and help men control ejaculation. This Kegel Tug-O-War puts those muscles to the test!

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.

Length: 119:36minutes Air Date: 11/3/2012 From our opening appeal to help superstorm Sandy’s victims to a deep exploration of the male G-spot, aka the “P-spot” (aka the prostate), to three special Scorpio birthday celebrations—1) for my beloved Capt’n Prince Max (who reaches the sexy age of 69 this Thursday), 2) the ageless Master Liam and 3) just turned 21-year-old Porn Princess Shay Golden—this is a wide-ranging show, brimming with sex education, kink-laced stimulation and heartfelt, loving fun. Special thanks to DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor for the homemade-with-love cock and titty birthday cakes! Such decadent fun to lick icing off the nipples of my guests. Though that explains why my own boobs tasted kind of sugary this morning, huh Max?

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.

Air Date: 10/20/2012 Everybody’s talking about Mitt Romney’s “Binders Full of Women.” On this show, we actually open up a few of these notorious binders, and all we can say is “Wow! Mitt Baby, we’re impressed.” Of course, the Big O(bama) actually put his muscle where his mouth is for women’s rights, having signed the Lilly Ledbetter Act, which removed the statute of limitations for filing complaints about unequal pay, among other female-friendly things. But, as Mitt declared so forcefully in the second presidential debate, he also supports a woman’s right…to be sexy—in the bedroom, the boardroom and certainly, in binders of all kinds. So, back here in the Womb Room, not only do we find Binders Full of Women, we find Binders Full of Porn Stars (filed away in Mitt’s locked drawer) AND Binders Full of T-Girls (kept in the closet, of course). And we open them all up on this show, which starts as a discussion of how it feels to be in one of Mitt’s Binders, moves on to how to identify men by the taste of their semen (that should help undecided voters to make up their minds), how to give great head and enjoy anal sex, doing porn for passion versus money and then, with the help of some awesome toys (thank you, Sybian, Condomania and CalExotics!) and talented tongues, rolls into a rollicking binder-free orgy that oozes into the after-party like lube.

Air Date: 10/13/2012 A probing exploration of conflicted, incestuous feelings and the driving exhibitionism of porn stars versus their documentarians segues into stellar “sex rock” and rolls through an orgiastic storm of swirling feathers , pounding beats, smashing guitars, people’s politics, funny money and beautiful, writhing, naked bodies. If you like erotic punk rock, taboo sex talk and topless raging pillowfights, you’ll love this show.

Length: 108:02 minutes Date: 08/11/2012 Two mass murders in quick succession got me wondering—yet again—why America is so murderously violent, both abroad and at home. Obviously, there is a rich and tangled tapestry of reasons, one being our sheer number of citizens (statistically, we’re likely to have more mass murders than other countries). Another is the relative convenience with which Americans can acquire automatic weapons; in some states, like Alabama, it’s easier to buy a gun than a sex toy. Speaking of sex, another reason for all the all-American violence might be that the American Brain leans more toward the “Might Makes Right” than the “Make Love, Not War” school of thought. This is partly an American tradition; our nation was founded by Puritans who came to a new land, brimming with religiously inspired, passionately anti-sex fervor, and essentially mass-murdered most of the natives so they could live in “peace.” That tradition is carried on by an American media and ratings system that consistently rewards violent programming packed with shootings, stabbings and bombings with G or PG ratings, but smacks an X or NC-17 on any film that shows a simple nipple. Shooting someone in the breast is considered PG, as long as that breast is clothed. What does it mean to grow up under the influence of the consistent American media message that gun shots are “cleaner” and more acceptable than cum shots? At the very least, it’s one more reason that a deeply frustrated, psychotic individual might grab a semiautomatic weapon and mow down his neighbors, rather than just shooting the gun between his legs and taking a nap. As my favorite developmental neuropsychologist, Dr. James Prescott, found through lab tests with animals and cross-cultural analyses of human societies: “Pleasure and violence have a reciprocal relationship, that is, the presence of one inhibits the other… A raging, violent animal will abruptly calm down when electrodes stimulate the pleasure centers of its brain. Likewise, stimulating the violence centers in the brain can terminate the animal’s sensual pleasure and peaceful behavior. When the brain’s pleasure circuits are ‘on,’ the violence circuits are ‘off,’ and vice versa…As either violence or pleasure goes up, the other goes down.” Our kissing cousins, the bonobos, show us the way. Whereas common chimps tend to control sex through violence, bonobos control violence with sex. We humans, being about as equally close to bonobos as we are to common chimps, have our erotic bonobo side and our more violent and authoritarian (and Republican?) common chimp side. Personally, I’m rooting for our bonobo side to take over before we blow each other up. I don’t believe in censorship, except the kind that stops folks from yelling “fire!” in the proverbial crowded theater. So I gathered together a congregation of pundits, publishers, porn stars and puppets (amazing marionettes created by the Team America: World Police “Puppet Man”, actually, but more on that in a minute) to address these sex, life and death issues in the Womb Room broadcast studio.

Air Date: 08/04/2012 For this special expedition into our erotic wild side, Tasia transforms my Womb Room into a fantasy jungle filled with ferocious stuffed animals, a gentle live snake, some trouser snakes, NatGeo’s famous Expedition Wild “animal whisperer,” porn stars gone wild, naked ladies, pretty pussies, horny dogs, cuddly bears, expeditionists, exhibitionists, lovers and friends, all of us (as I often say) “Children of Sex.” Indeed, we’re all Children of Animal Sex (humans being animals), having evolved from other animals and being related to all the creeping, leaping, flying, sprinting, swimming critters of the world. Listen free and learn to free your inner animal, your erotic wild side that is usually repressed by society’s attempts to “civilize” our prehistoric sexual nature (see Sex at Dawn). Not that I’m recommending that anybody toss out their wedding rings, iPads, insulin or ethics (although some animals—especially bonobos–can be rather ethical). But I think it helps to recognize our animal nature and, under certain special circumstances—like when you’re with someone you love and trust or when you’re in BonoboVille—it’s erotically healthy to release the sexy beast within. I almost called this show Expedition Love since love for animals and each other is a running theme, as well as the last name of one of our guests, and in the midst of all the sex partying and Sybian-riding, the seed of real romance appears to have been planted. I won’t name names yet, as these are very special seeds indeed, and the little love bud that seems to have sprouted needs private attention before being exposed to the often harsh light of society. Speaking of special kinds of love, this show is dedicated to the memory of one of my longterm inspirations in life, literature, politics and sex: Gore Vidal. “I never miss an opportunity to have sex or appear on television,” the late great political exhibitionist sayeth, to which I reply Amen and Awomen. Sex and television are super fun, as long as you don’t take either too seriously. Vidal is also famous for proclaiming that “There is no such thing as a homosexual or a heterosexual person. There are only homo- or heterosexual acts. Most people are a mixture of impulses if not practices.” Many non-human animals are too. Both female and male bonobos are notoriously bisexual, and gay and bisexual activity has been documented among lions, giraffes, African elephants and American bison, to name a few. Male grey whales have been observed engaging in “penis fencing,” like male bonobos—not to mention some guys—do. Male Amazon river dolphins engage in anal, genital and blowhole penetration, giving a whole new meaning to the term “blowjob.” There’s a rainbow of sexual diversity in the wild, as there is in any human neighborhood. So many of my sex therapy clients need to relax and enjoy sex, or “get up” the courage to pursue sexual opportunities, without “over-thinking.” It’s funny how often the answer lies in releasing the wild animal within from the cage of our neuroses.

Date: 07/28/2012 The “sexy schoolgirl” look is one of the world’s most ubiquitous and beloved clothing-oriented fetishes. Oh, those little plaid skirts, crisp white blouses, flirty sailor bloomers, restrictive ties, childlike knee socks and other school uniform accoutrements! How they stir feelings of arousal, nostalgia, innocence, sweet frustration (aka “tease and denial”) and titillating naughtiness in the uniform wearer (who could be female, male or transgender) and the partner (who might “play” a teacher, dominant disciplinarian or other school authority), as well as the schoolgirl uniform-loving voyeur. Our dear friend Master D, prominent dominant in LA’s BDSM scene and grandson of Australia’s late legendary nightclub king, Abe “Mr. Sin” Saffron, has been a passionate fan of the schoolgirl look since he himself was a schoolboy. So on the occasion of his 40th birthday, I dressed up as a sexy “head mistress” schoolteacher (complete with short houndstooth plaid skirt, professorial sweater, Sex Week at Yale hat and thong) and transformed the Womb Room into a College of Carnal Knowledge filled with a dizzying array of short plaid skirts, Spongebob shirts, raging hormones, various corporal punishments and lessons in love. Tonight’s standardized test: LAPDANCING. Pay attention or get spanking detention! Note: Though there are indeed actual “schoolgirls” in attendance for the festivities, they are all college or post-graduate students over the age of 18. By putting on this schoolgirl-themed show and party, we are in no way trying to encourage or “play into” society’s eroticization of underage girls. We are just responding to it—since we can’t help but be affected by it—by outfitting grown women (and men) in the titillating garb that so many twisted cultures around the world encourage us to desire but forbid us to touch.

Here in BonoboVille, we love to celebrate the sexy side of everyday holidays, from Valentine/Lupercalia to XXXmas, Bastille Day, Purim, St. Patrick’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, a Last Supper Seder hot enough to resurrect the messiah and a very memorable Masturbation Month Memorial Day Climax. So imagine our excitement as we discover “Tug-O-War Day”–the celebration of one of the oldest, most primal sports known to humankind: a contest of strength between two individuals or teams, over a rope or other oblong, tug-able item. Actually, it’s even older than humankind since bonobos and even dogs and cats play tug-o-war with branches, food or chewy toys. So what’s the sexy side of Tug-O-War? If anyone could figure that out, we could, and we did. Thus The Dr. Susan Block Show has become the first (and hopefully not the last) venue to hold a Kegel Muscle Tug-O-War. That’s right–instead of a rope, we use a long double-headed dildo (capped on both sides by Condomania condoms, of course), inserted into two different vaginas. Each participant squeezes her kegels, tugging the dildo in her own direction until the winner tugs the other end out of the loser. Just in case you don’t know a kegel from a bagel, the kegel or pubbococcygeus (PC) muscle found in both men and women, stretches from the pubic bone to the tail bone, supporting the pelvic organs, controlling urine flow and contractions during orgasm. As those of you who know me know, I’m a practically religious believer in keeping your kegels strong and sexy with regular PC muscle “squeeze and release” exercises. Strong kegels help women come more easily and help men control ejaculation. This Kegel Tug-O-War puts those muscles to the test!

Date: 07/14/2012 Free PGish Pix Page… X Pix and Video coming to DrSusanBlock.tv! Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Sexe! That’s the name of the game when we celebrate Bastille Day on The Dr. Susan Block Show with the spirit of the French Revolution, French wine, French flags, French fries (though they’re really Belgian), French Can-Can (performed in the traditional manner, with no panties), French ballet (danced naked), French songs (sung during Sybian rides), French bread (used as dildos) and, of course, lots of French kissing and French sex, aided and abetted by very strong, very French, practically hallucinogenic Absente Absinthe (now made with real wormwood!). Even before the Absinthe, I attempt to open the show en français: Les Frères et les Soeurs, les Amants et les Pécheurs, les Artistes et les Exhibitionnistes, les Voyeurs et les Connaisseurs….Tout vous Enfants du Sexe, et nous sommes tous les Enfants du Sexe. Nous pouvons ou pouvoir ne pas être des Enfants de Dieu, mais nous sommes tous les Enfants du Sexe. Peux j’entendre ‘Amen’? Peux j’entendre ‘Awomen’? Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Joyeux Jour Bastille! Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais “Happy Bastille Day!” And then the coquettes and baguettes go frolicking through an American interpretation of a French adventure, against an enchanted backdrop of bleu, blanc et rouge erotic francophilia, whimsically designed by my deliciously twisted producer, Tasia Sutor, who looks like a cross between a can-can girl, a beret-clad artiste and a French pastry. Bastille Day commemorates the “storming of the Bastille” on the 14th of July, 1789, one of the opening shots of the French Revolution, in which old ideas about tradition, hierarchy, monarchy and religious authority were abruptly overthrown by the new Enlightenment principles of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. Though the “storming of the Bastille” has a sexy ring to it, the event itself was rather bloody, including a mob lynching of the Bastille Governor, followed over the years, by massive executions via the famous French guillotine. Here at the Speakeasy, we’d rather make love, not war. Instead of the guillotine, we just spank your bare bottom with a hard baguette. This show includes a tribute to one of our favorite show guests and friends, the wonderful, gorgeous, sexy and hilarious Holly Stevens, Queen of Clown Porn and Queen of Our Hearts, who succumbed to a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer at the age of 30. I don’t know if Holly had ever been to France, but I do know she lived by those Enlightened French principles: Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…et Sexe, right up until the end.

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.