Air Date: 09/29/2012 Are great actors often driven by exhibitionism, the erotic desire to be seen? Moreover, in our age of Youtube, Twitter and Facebook, can any exhibitionist with a camera phone be an “actor” (possibly even an international celebrity, should their Internet exhibitionism go viral)? These are two of the great questions we address—body, mind and soul—in this dramatic, farcical and orgasmic show, featuring a distinguished and charming member of one of theatrical history’s greatest, most important, virtually royal families—the Barrymores—and three delightful actor/exhibitionists who also happen to be porn stars.

Length: 102:55 minutes Date: 09/22/2012 It’s the autumnal equinox, and as the sun rises later and night falls sooner, humans find comfort in sex, toys and rock n roll, and so it has been since prehistory. Sex, of course, has been around a lot longer than humans, going all the way back to the cellular level of life. Sex toys—using inanimate objects for sexual pleasure—are also older than humanity. Chimps and monkeys rub their genitalia against tree branches. Years ago, I saw Lana, a female bonobo in the San Diego Zoo, bouncing a rubber ball vigorously against her big pink swollen vulva. It was obvious she wasn’t just practicing her dribble; she was using the rubber ball as a masturbatory sex toy. Rock n Roll also has prehistoric—even, perhaps, prehuman—antecedents. Chimps and bonobos bang on hollow tree logs to make a kind of “music.” Kanzi—probably the world’s most famous “genius” bonobo thanks to his work with the brilliant Dr. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh—has jammed quite harmoniously on the keyboards with Peter Gabriel. Charles Darwin hypothesized that music’s evolutionary purpose was for human sexual selection or, as Geoffrey Miller stated, the role of musical display was—and still is—for “demonstrating fitness to mate.” This is why rock stars often have even more active sex lives than porn stars. And this is why this show is so much fun!

Length: 120:25 minutes Date: 08/25/2012 With another major U.S. election on the horizon, Republicans are talking crazier than ever. As one professes the doctrine of “legitimate rape,” others deny evolution and propose policies guaranteed to kill millions of jobs, strip women of our basic sexual rights, support the two biggest Welfare Queens in America—the military industrial complex and Wall Street—and reinvigorate the War on Porn and Freedom of Speech in general. Truth, science and reason should prevail, but they just might not. So I decided it’s time to put on the rubber gloves and dissect The Republican Brain, opening this show with the best-selling author of the new book by that name, as he and my other guests discuss just what makes Republicans and neo-conservatives in general, and Tea Partiers in particular, tick, screw, believe in bogus political fairytales, repress any and all forms of non-procreative sex, rush to war and sometimes win elections. How are Republicans like common chimps while Democrats are more bonobo? After such a brain-powered discussion, we let our bodies talk, as my porn star, rapper and Fetish Film Festival guests strip, rap and ride the Sybian, as well as play with the new Munkey-Barz, a Pipedream blow-up pig Tasia dressed up as a Republican elephant with my Kinky Eddie strap-on dildo representing his trunk, a “brain” Tori and Tasia made of foam and the in-studio stripper pole. Brain food, eye candy and bonobo soup for the soul, all in one amazing show!

Length: 106:23 minutes Date: 09/15/2012 Most Yalies and well-read Republicans will know that the title of the first part of this show—“God and Sex Week at Yale”—riffs on famed, conservative, National Review founder William F. Buckley’s 1951 diatribe, “God and Man at Yale,” which is often said to have fired the first shot in the right-wing war on higher education in the arts and sciences. Basically, they don’t want you to study any other book than the Bible. That sounds like a bad joke, but did you know that in both the Republican and Democratic conventions this year, no other book but the Bible was quoted? No poetry, no prose, no rap, no Shakespeare, no Socrates, no Kahlil Gibran, no Benjamin Franklin. Just the Bible. The Bible’s a great book and all, but there are others, brothers and sisters! The reactionary right-wing war on liberal arts education reaches its apex when it comes to sex education, which happens to be very popular with students who would like to learn a thing or two about sex. Neocon religious crusaders are on the march at Yale and other campuses, trying to take students back to the sexual Dark Ages. As those of you who know me know, back in 2002, as an alumna, I helped Yale undergraduates start a special elective week of sex education called Sex Week at Yale (SWAY), where students of all kinds could—if they so chose—learn about sex, love and relationships from a wide range of experts, sexperts, professors, porn stars, scientists, sex toymakers, ministers, rabbis, revolutionaries, born-again virgins, and each other. It’s been great—spreading “Sex Week” to college campuses all around the country—and it’s gotten bigger every year at Yale. But then, in 2011 – 2012, partly because of its success and popularity, SWAY came under attack. I write about this in detail in my Open Letter to Yale President Richard Levin, citing some of the spurious reasons that the man I call President Dick—now on his way out of Yale—scapegoated and censored Sex Week—from a Title IX complaint over on-campus sexual harassment that had nothing to do with SWAY and everything to do with an entrenched, over-privileged fraternity system—to the controversial new Yale in Singapore project, to pressure from extreme, anti-sex, right-wing factions; in particular. one rather new, very conservative group which named itself “Better Yale” (a subjective title, if ever there was one) and then renamed itself “Undergraduates for a Better Yale College (UBYC)”. The letter generated a lot of responses on the blog, including a few from the co-founder of UBYC himself, Yale College senior, Eduardo Andino. Since, like Jesus, I believe in reaching out to those who try to attack me, whenever feasible, I suggested taking this debate to the air, invited Eduardo on the show, and he accepted. The show starts with Eduardo on the phone from Yale, attempting to explain and defend his extreme right-wing point of view and UYBC’s attacks on Sex Week at Yale. Of course, I counter his specious contentions and reactionary double-speak when necessary, but I also want to give him a chance to give his “side.” Let’s just say I give him more of chance to speak than Bill O’Reilly gave me. Then I open up the conversation to my in-studio guests, including several prominent “Goddesses,” performers and directors in the adult industry that UYBC so excoriates, as well as our very own Max and Tasia. So, the first 45 minutes is a passionate political discussion about sex education, censorship, religion, repression, rape, abortion, tolerance, empathy and love, and the last 45 provides a serving of sex education, Dr. Suzy style, with generous side orders of humor, spontaneity, eroticism and fun. Our very spiritual, sexual, libational “communion” ritual with the Agwa gods lubricates a quick and easy transition between the two sides of our brain. We also discuss the recent rioting in the Middle East by Muslims upset over ridiculous depictions of Mohammed in “Innocence of Muslims”—a so-called film that easily has the worst production values of any famous movie in history—made by an anti-Islamic Coptic Christian, financed in part by an American organization called “Media for Christ” and supported by notorious, Koran-burning Christian Pastor Terry Jones. What does “Innocence of Muslims” have to do with sex education on college campuses? Not much, and that’s the point. Anti-sex education crusaders like Eduardo, often say that sex is dangerous. It may be, though education tends to make sex less risky rather than more. And current events prove—pretty vividly—that religion is a lot more dangerous than sex. These folks have been rioting, setting fire to buildings and murdering innocent people—including one of America’s great, truly heroic ambassadors—not over sex, but in the righteous name of God.

Length: 120:25 minutes Date: 09/01/2012 See all the free pix here. X pix and Video at DrSuzy.tv Spartacus, a hunky, spunky Thracian gladiator who led a group of slaves, serfs and vagabonds in a major uprising against the Roman Republic known as the Third Servile War (around 70 BCE), has long been a potent symbol of fighting oppression, not to mention the name of a popular Starz TV show. “Spartacus” was also a landmark 1960 film that turned the historically factual tale of a slave whose military genius temporarily bested Rome into a romance, featuring Jean Simmons as the great love that inspires Kirk Douglas as Spartacus. Directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film was written by “Hollywood Ten” blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo (based on a novel by the also blacklisted Howard Fast). President-elect John F. Kennedy crossed picket lines to see the movie, helping to end blacklisting. The phrase “I am Spartacus!” became a cry of revolt that seemed to echo through the various “revolutions” of the 1960s and 70s, from the Civil Rights, Youth and Anti-War Movements to the Sexual Revolution. Now, contributing a vital component to the modern legacy of Spartacus is Marcus London, writer, director, producer and star of Spartacus XXX, aka Spartacus MMXII: In the Beginning, which will be released in two weeks. The clips and trailers reveal an epic motion picture with explicit scenes, a beautifully filmed, acted and historically sensitive presentation of the Spartacus story, including hot sex between slaves, nobles and everybody else. After all, if you want to paint the full historical picture, why leave out the sex? Why? Because that’s what most Hollywood movies and TV shows do in an effort to avoid the “XXX” or even an “NC-17” rating, creating a state of de facto censorship that’s just as bad as blacklisting. Well, Marcus London didn’t leave out the sex. And based on what I’ve seen of the clips and trailers, I prefer his version of Spartacus to the others (sorry Stanley), but maybe that’s because I’d rather see those hunky gladiator bodies engaged in lovemaking than killing each other—at least occasionally. That’s what I like about this kind of film; it’s not all about sex, but it doesn’t leave out sex. It’s got an engaging plot about real historical events with great production values and believable acting, as well as a little well-filmed, relevant-to-the-story, seamlessly integrated, historically authentic, hardcore humping. So I was very happy to welcome Marcus back on The Dr. Susan Block Show, and Tasia transformed BonoboVille into a Temple of Venus in his honor. Marcus’ first appearance on my show as the “Squirt Instructor” was a female ejaculation sensation, and since he’d said he wanted to demonstrate his new “squirt watch,” I knew there would be some amrita flowing. But my expectations are far surpassed when five different hot ladies—sexperts, sexpots, female ejaculation veterans and virgins—all squirt in the course of the show—including me! Yes indeed Brothers and Sisters, thanks to Marcus’ gladiatorial touch, I squirt like the Trevi Fountain, and Squirt Salon 33 is a veritable Hurricane of Holy Water. Oh, and then my wild and sexy old friend Kat appears, with her handsome hubby BD, and she out-squirts us all in the after-party. Pix and video coming soon to DrSuzy.tv. In retrospect, I think it would have been cool for the RadioSUZY1 audience if we’d each proclaimed, “I am Squirtacus!” as we squirted. But we were way too busy shrieking with delight with ourselves and Marcus Spartacus’ magic fingers. But no, there’s no squirting in the movie, Spartacus XXX, at least not “in the beginning.” Marcus is such a stickler for historical veracity that he won’t show squirting because he says they didn’t do that then. I’m not so sure, since Aristotle wrote about “vaginal expulsions” that sound exactly like female ejaculation—over 100 years before Spartacus essentially pissed all over Rome. I think some women must have squirted, as we always have, though we probably didn’t make female ejaculation a goal. Even squirt-free, Marcus’ cinematic labor of love really should win some awards, and hopefully the fact that it is financed by his beautiful co-star Miko Lee, and not one of the big studios, won’t prevent that. But back to the fine art of female ejaculation. Like a few others who know “the secret” of the G-spot—Lasse and Axel Braun, as well as Deborah Sundahl—Marcus really knows how to make women squirt. Who knows if the historic Spartacus, in addition to epic freedom-fighting—also liberated the ladies’ ability to ejaculate, but Marcus Spartacus turns my Womb Room into a Circus Squirtacus, for sure. The proof is in this soaking wet show!