Date: 07/14/2012

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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: 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.

It’s Eros Day, which means the stars and the gods are aligned in celebration of sex, as this day marks the annual entry of the penile-shaped and boulder-balled planetoid, appropriately named EROS-433, into Earth’s orbit—and of course, the Womb Room. I thought that since our 13th annual Eros Day celebration happened to fall on the same day as the AVN Awards, it wouldn’t be so hot. Oh Eros, was I wrong about that, as Eros Day XIII turns out to be one of our hottest, juiciest Eros Days in history, featuring an extraordinary multi-orgasmic, multi-squirting, mattress-bouncing, mama-loving, truly Olympian, non-stop sex performance from real-life married couple Jeremy Conway and Lyla Storm as divine lovers Eros and Venus, climaxing with a sizzling concert by Lil Uno of The Pack accompanied by his biggest little fan, my Eros-inspired producer Tasia Sutor..

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.

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.

Air Date: 06/23/2012

“My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass…”
Faerie Queen Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 1

Enter the Enchanted Forest of my Womb Room, and you’ll discover just “what fools these mortals be” during this honeymoon hot and wild Commedia Erotica performance of A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream. Shakespeare might be shaken by our no-holds-barred eroticizing of one of his most brilliant comedies, but I think he’d also be amused, and I know he’d be aroused.

In Shakespeare’s original Dream, the “ass” is a recurring theme. A central character is one “Nick Bottom,” and with a name like that, we already know he’s an ass. Then Puck turns Bottom into an actual ass, that is, a jackass or donkey, from the neck up. Though we might assume he’s also hung like a horse or at least a donkey, since there’s no other reason but magic juice that the beautiful Faerie Queen Titania falls in love with Bottom the Ass. Bottom is rather “rude,” but we’ve got an elegant Balinese wooden horse to “play” the ass, with a large, functional dildo “attachment” that turns it into a real “horsepowered” sex machine (Dick Bottom?), topped only by the human sex machine between the legs of one of our surprise guests who–surprise!–turns out to be hung bigger than the horse. We’ve also got a dazzling, dizzying array of awesome naked asses in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, male, female and shemale)—adorning this unrehearsed megaproduction of the hottest, horniest, honey-moon-iest rendition of A Midsummer Night’s Dream you’ve ever seen. Shakespeare your schoolteacher never taught you (unless your schoolteacher is me).

Special thanks to my show producer Tasia Sutor who claims not to “understand” Shakespeare, but proves herself to be a better, more ingenious Puck than Robin Goodfellow himself, magically transforming my broadcast bed into an Enchanted Forest, turning Master Liam’s wooden horse into a mythological sex machine, and then flying through the air with faerie wings (watch the after-party clips to witness the enchantment). Additional thanks to Pr. Max (whose revolutionary publications are now being featured in a fabulous 14-page spread in Richardson Magazine) and to the entire Bonobo Gang of merry fools for love and faerie wizards who make this madness possible.