by Dr. Susan Block Passover comes again to Bonoboville, a bilingual, pansexual, 4/20-infused, Earth-Day-energized, floggerific festival of bitter herbs, blissful herb (the eating of the green and the smoking of the other green), beautiful Egyptian taskmistresses torturing happy Hebrew slaves, Dionysian Manischewitz waterboarding, scallion flogging, Haggadah–spankings, the blessing of the bare boobies, as well as the hiding of the afikomen under Aunt Sadie’s dress and between her warm, moist thighs.

by Dr. Susan Block Still “in recovery” from last Saturday’s orgiastic whiptastic Valentine Lupercalia Bacchanalia, it’s nice to relax into a relatively small, intimate show focusing on just a couple guests, taking on issues of sex, love, the gender of God and 50 Shades of Holy Crap, while enjoying the sensuous sight of red hot wax dripping on the naked, porcelain skin of a bold and very beautiful young woman.

It’s Polly Superstar’s virgin voyage into the new Womb Room of Bonoboville, but it feels like a reunion. This is partly because we’ve led somewhat parallel lives over the past decade or so in our respective realms, mixing separate but similar sex-cultural cocktails: one part polyamorous exploration, two parts monogamish love, three parts artistic bonoboësque vision and 12 parts wild and crazy fun.

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.

After Christianity took over (and shut down) the party, Valentine’s Day became associated with a celibate saint, a box of chocolate, a dozen roses and an arrow shot through a broken heart. But behind every Christian holiday, lies the real deal in its roots. And brothers and sisters, we in the Womb Room are happy to resurrect Lupercalia, the original, pre-Roman Valentine’s Day, an ancient holiday of lust, luck, fertility, the color red and a light whip across a heart-shaped behind. To celebrate a holiday more about floggers than flowers, we have a full-on flog fest featuring JuxLeather floggers being wielded by some of the foremost whip-masters, mistresses, floggers and floggees in LA, not to mention some smoke from a pussy pipe and vibrating valentine panties, and more flogging, bullwhip cracking, spanking and ass punching. Ouch! Well, better to have your buns beaten for Lupercalia than your heart broken on Valentine’s Day.

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?

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. To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

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.

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?

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.

Air Date: 06/16/2012 What a strange show. We start the live broadcast dangling in suspense as to if and when a tardy porn star would arrive, especially since my other five featured guests had cancelled, all of them pleading ill, shortly before showtime. But that suspense soon gives way to erotic suspension as a couple members of our audience step up to the RadioSUZY1 plate to present ethereal, artistic rope bondage, dangling from the Speakeasy ceiling like human chandeliers. After an oddly soundless and motionless orgasm on the Sybian, we’re back to suspense. In our virtually guest-less state, we decide to use the show itself to “audition” two applicants for one available position here in Bonoboville, much to the delight of our in-studio audience. This time, the suspense lies in who will get the job (and no, we haven’t decided yet). Meanwhile we’re getting a stream of texts from the tardy porn star, saying she’s “on the way,” “going to be late,” “stuck in traffic” and finally, hopelessly “lost.” Twenty minutes after the live broadcast is over, she shows up, proffering passionate apologies, seductive gazes and booty shimmies, leaving me no choice (after sulking for a half hour) but to punish her tardy porn star ass with a sound spanking, paddling, cropping, strap-on dildo-ing and butt-plugging to beat the band. Actually, I don’t know about the band, but I sure did beat her beautiful buns, and at least, after all that suspense, we bonobos got some resolution! Speaking of bonobos, this show is also a celebration of the recently announced sequencing of the bonobo genome. The “suspense” is over, brothers and sisters, and now what we long believed has been confirmed: Bonobos are our closest living relatives, along with common chimpanzees, over 98% genetically similar to human beings. Maybe now that geneticists have recognized this, our highly endangered Kissin’ Cousins, who swing from the trees as well as with each other, will get some respect–as well as money for research and their protection.

Air Date: 06/16/2012 What a strange show. We start the live broadcast dangling in suspense as to if and when a tardy porn star would arrive, especially since my other five featured guests had cancelled, all of them pleading ill, shortly before showtime. But that suspense soon gives way to erotic suspension as a couple members of our audience step up to the RadioSUZY1 plate to present ethereal, artistic rope bondage, dangling from the Speakeasy ceiling like human chandeliers. After an oddly soundless and motionless orgasm on the Sybian, we’re back to suspense. In our virtually guest-less state, we decide to use the show itself to “audition” two applicants for one available position here in Bonoboville, much to the delight of our in-studio audience. This time, the suspense lies in who will get the job (and no, we haven’t decided yet). Meanwhile we’re getting a stream of texts from the tardy porn star, saying she’s “on the way,” “going to be late,” “stuck in traffic” and finally, hopelessly “lost.” Twenty minutes after the live broadcast is over, she shows up, proffering passionate apologies, seductive gazes and booty shimmies, leaving me no choice (after sulking for a half hour) but to punish her tardy porn star ass with a sound spanking, paddling, cropping, strap-on dildo-ing and butt-plugging to beat the band. Actually, I don’t know about the band, but I sure did beat her beautiful buns, and at least, after all that suspense, we bonobos got some resolution! Speaking of bonobos, this show is also a celebration of the recently announced sequencing of the bonobo genome. The “suspense” is over, brothers and sisters, and now what we long believed has been confirmed: Bonobos are our closest living relatives, along with common chimpanzees, over 98% genetically similar to human beings. Maybe now that geneticists have recognized this, our highly endangered Kissin’ Cousins, who swing from the trees as well as with each other, will get some respect–as well as money for research and their protection.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.

Air Date: 6/02/2012 Inspired by my interview with Tao Ruspoli for his upcoming film, the working title(s) of which is “Monogamish” or “Monogamy and Its Discontents,” I conjured up this show on “Free Love,” mixing sexperts with sexpots of orgies past and current porn. What is “free love”? The idea has been circulating since human sexuality was first restricted, probably around the dawn of civilization, leaving the meaning of free love to be just as free and open to interpretation as is the larger idea of love (and/or sex) itself. The term is officially applied to a proto-feminist movement in 19th century England whose original goals included keeping the state out of the people’s love lives and giving women the right to say no as well as yes to sex. With ensuing decades, “free love” expanded to include the right to have sex with any and all consenting adults, from the freewheeling swing parties of the Sexual Revolution to the current explosion in porn star marriages, polyamory, Facebook affairs and BDSM agreements. It all fits under the big wet umbrella of “monogamish,” a term popularized by eloquent Seattle sexpert and fellow Sex at Dawn fan, Dan Savage; that is, being in a committed sexual relationship that is not erotically exclusive. At least, not exactly…therefore the “ish.” And therefore this show: A stimulating, freewheeling discussion of “Free Love, Then & Now” turns out to be fantastic foreplay for a dramatic display of hot, hardcore, lawfully-wedded, super-porny, squirting, multi-orgasmic and monogamish sex in action. Whether you’re monogamish or promiscu-ish, a free lover, a cheap fornicator or a high-priced whore, as every good bonobo already knows, the best things in life are FREE—like listening to this show (just click the arrow above). Though it’ll cost you a few sheckels (and believe me, it’s worth it!) to watch.

Air Date: 6/02/2012 Inspired by my interview with Tao Ruspoli for his upcoming film, the working title(s) of which is “Monogamish” or “Monogamy and Its Discontents,” I conjured up this show on “Free Love,” mixing sexperts with sexpots of orgies past and current porn. What is “free love”? The idea has been circulating since human sexuality was first restricted, probably around the dawn of civilization, leaving the meaning of free love to be just as free and open to interpretation as is the larger idea of love (and/or sex) itself. The term is officially applied to a proto-feminist movement in 19th century England whose original goals included keeping the state out of the people’s love lives and giving women the right to say no as well as yes to sex. With ensuing decades, “free love” expanded to include the right to have sex with any and all consenting adults, from the freewheeling swing parties of the Sexual Revolution to the current explosion in porn star marriages, polyamory, Facebook affairs and BDSM agreements. It all fits under the big wet umbrella of “monogamish,” a term popularized by eloquent Seattle sexpert and fellow Sex at Dawn fan, Dan Savage; that is, being in a committed sexual relationship that is not erotically exclusive. At least, not exactly…therefore the “ish.” And therefore this show: A stimulating, freewheeling discussion of “Free Love, Then & Now” turns out to be fantastic foreplay for a dramatic display of hot, hardcore, lawfully-wedded, super-porny, squirting, multi-orgasmic and monogamish sex in action. Whether you’re monogamish or promiscu-ish, a free lover, a cheap fornicator or a high-priced whore, as every good bonobo already knows, the best things in life are FREE—like listening to this show (just click the arrow above). Though it’ll cost you a few sheckels (and believe me, it’s worth it!) to watch.

Orgy for Obama - In 10 Parts

What is Eros Day? The holiday honors Eros, the primeval god of love, lust and life itself according to classical mythology, and a little phallic planetoid according to modern astronomy, as well as the "Spirit of Eros"--thephilosophy of peace through pleasure and the feeling of passionate love. Ancient Greek festivals of Eros date back to 1800 BCE. At the turn of the 21st century, Italian Father of Modern European Erotica Lasse Braun developed the current holiday and passed it on to sexologist Susan M Block, PhD who began hosting annual celebrations, sometimes drawing hundreds of participants, while thousands more share in the festivities online.

Sexy professors and clever porn stars, eloquent poets and erotic rock stars, friends, lovers, veteran guests and Speakeasy virgins gather together in the Womb Room to celebrate the day I made my grand exit from my mama’s womb room. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, no real mother is a virgin. No father either. We are all Children of Sex with a capital X. Amen & Awomen. Birthdays make me feel silly. People congratulate you for nothing but being alive. Though at my age, I suppose that’s an accomplishment. And I can’t deny it felt great to ride the airwaves with birthday erotica, multiple spankings, Pocket Rocket orgasms, a male-on-female lapdance and, of course, spanks on the house—counted out loud with me by my spank-happy in-studio audience–with post-spanking butt treatment from my decadent, very politically incorrect, new chinchilla mitt (a bday gift from a sex therapy client with a fur fetish) to ease the burn of those hot cheeks, surfing right into topless birthday candle blowing (with a fabulous, elaborate, gigantic-boobed birthday cake, a gift from Exotic Cakes), followed by more sexy spankings, a live post-show Fogelfoot concert, dancing and romancing with Mister9 spinning all birthday night long.

Sexy professors and clever porn stars, eloquent poets and erotic rock stars, friends, lovers, veteran guests and Speakeasy virgins gather together in the Womb Room to celebrate the day I made my grand exit from my mama’s womb room. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, no real mother is a virgin. No father either. We are all Children of Sex with a capital X. Amen & Awomen. Birthdays make me feel silly. People congratulate you for nothing but being alive. Though at my age, I suppose that’s an accomplishment. And I can’t deny it felt great to ride the airwaves with birthday erotica, multiple spankings, Pocket Rocket orgasms, a male-on-female lapdance and, of course, spanks on the house—counted out loud with me by my spank-happy in-studio audience–with post-spanking butt treatment from my decadent, very politically incorrect, new chinchilla mitt (a bday gift from a sex therapy client with a fur fetish) to ease the burn of those hot cheeks, surfing right into topless birthday candle blowing (with a fabulous, elaborate, gigantic-boobed birthday cake, a gift from Exotic Cakes), followed by more sexy spankings, a live post-show Fogelfoot concert, dancing and romancing with Mister9 spinning all birthday night long.