by Dr. Susan Block Sandwiched between our memories of 2018 and our fantasies of 2019, in our final DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2018, from the Womb Room sanctuary deep within the Little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in Bonoboville, we present the 7th Annual SUZY Awards for 2018. Honoring excellence in broadcast artistry and exhibitionism, the DrSusanBlock.Tv Awards, a.k.a., “The SUZYS,” recognize erotic performance, sexual intelligence and Weapons of Mass Seduction, celebrating The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure in all kinds of weather and paying tribute, with love, humor and deep respect, to those who work and play in the fields of peace and sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block What a very merry XXXmas in Bonoboville filled with kinky Santas, “naughty” elves, a traditional nude caroler, a nasty Grinch and a hot “horny” reindeer. Ho Ho Ho! Merry Xmas! Merry Merry Merry XXXmas! There’s a reason ‘tis the season for that X and even the XXX. Over 2000 years before Christmas existed, Mesopotamia’s Winter Carnival featured mummers-style parades with floats carrying XXX-rated scenes of sex among the Gods. The Greek Winter Festival honored another populist Son of God with a human mother who worked miracles, made wine and was resurrected after death; His name was Dionysus.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s 4th of July season in Bonoboville, and Phoenix and I are so decked out in Old Glory; we could be MAGA-crazed Trump rally cheerleaders with a side business selling star-spangled ladies’ panties to staunch Republican alpha male operatives with secret cuckold fantasies. But all it takes to leak the real (not fake) news about us is for my fabulous ass. producer to turn around and show us her fabulous ass, where “Fuck Trump” is emblazoned in big navy comic-font letters just begging to be spanked… and they are.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s the Birth of a Magazine, the brand spanking—and sploshing—new Speakeasy Journal. So what is there to do but throw a big bawdy Bonoboville bacchanal, blasting off with a sparkling Speakeasy “launch party,” that flows into a gigantic birthday show of shows—including some of my oldest friends and some of my newest—then fans out into a night of bonoboesque communal ecstasy, climaxing with a whopping orgasm to send this happy birthday gal soaring into another amazing year.

by Dr. Susan Block Other couples might have billion-dollar bank accounts, million-mile upgrades or thousand-carat his-and-her diamond rings, but nobody throws a gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters, orgiastic, female-empowered, Felliniesque, bonoboesque blast of a 26th wedding anniversary bacchanalia like we do. Some of the world’s greatest porn stars, best-selling authors, singers, swingers, fellow Yalies, nude wrestlers, cultural icons, leading FemDoms and scions of century-old Hollywood dynasties come together (literally) in my Womb Room Chapel at the Little Church of Bonoboville to celebrate the longevity of love, lust and lawfully-wedded marriage, bonobo-style, with Capt’n Max and me.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our first show of Spring 2018, and Bonoboville blooms with art gods and love goddesses, heavenly bodies and divine minds, politics and street sculpture, natural bouncing boobs, hot slippery oral sex and squirting—it’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters, sparkling like diamonds and fresh as a Spring shower. What a full evening of Commedia Erotica for the body, mind and artistic soul. A wild whacky weekend surrounds this sapiosexually stimulating show, filled with lousy news and great events.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Women’s History Month, and the Womb Room is rocking with woman power. Bonobo sapien females of all ages, shapes, sizes and races engage in nude wrestling, oral pleasures, sapiosexual Weapons of Mass Discussion, music, comedy, encounters with various men and a joyous, raucous tribute to one strong sexy woman in current American affairs whose very name evokes the ethos of our times. Last week, we kicked off Women’s Month paying tribute to Queen Esther, a Biblical woman who saves her people from genocide with nothing but her own Weapons of Mass Seduction. This week, we continue in Esther’s lineage, honoring a living woman with the potential to “save” America from the terrors of the Trumpocalypse with her own not inconsiderable seductive powers.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our last live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2017, a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—or Trumpible, if you will, since much of the terror was caused by the Trumpus. Whether you loved or hated it, this year is in the rear (for my full year-in-review and unadulterated thoughts on the unbonobo presidunce and erotic resistance, see #GoBonobos in 2018, also in Counterpunch). Thus, with a fond farewell to this year’s 45 sensational shows, a Merry New Year and a very Happy Nude Rear to all, we present the 2017 SUZY awards.

by Dr. Susan Block The 25th wedding anniversary is a big one, awarding the couple a silver “loving cup” in honor of fulfilling their marriage vows for a distinguished number of spins around the sun. Celebrating the 25th feels like gaining admittance into an elite club of veteran couples of all kinds, from reactionaries to revolutionaries, from Mike and Karen Pence (together since 1985) to Keith Richards and Patti Hansen (since 1983) to us (since 1992!); this imaginary couples club is made up of people who really don’t have anything in common at all, except being married more than 25 years.

by Dr. Susan Block Purims in Bonoboville tend to be a cross between a Sunday school play and an orgy of Biblical proportions. This Purim is all of that and then some, beginning with a Porny Purimspiel featuring the brave, bawdy and utterly unrehearsed Commedia Erotica players, with stand-out performances by Jewish porn icon Ron Jeremy as Pimpin’ Cousin Mordecai, and voluptuous archivist Rhiannon Aarons as a saucy, stripped and whipped Vashti, and climaxing with Vashti climaxing all over Mordecai’s righteous kosher schlong… as the waters of the Red Sea gush forth.

By Dr. Susan Block Just the Tip (for now)… THANK YOU, Brothers and Sisters of Bonoboville, for giving Capt’n Max and me such a fantastic, orgiastic, bacchanalian and bonoboësque 24th wedding anniversary send-off from such a pleasure-packed, endorphin-high Womb Room! Thank you for wearing lavender (especially by accident) in observance of the 24th. Thank you for playing your mellifluous musical instruments, strumming our strings, tickling our keys and dancing through our garden naked and free.

Capt’n Max, a.k.a., Pr. Maximillian R. Leblovic di Lobkowicz di Filangieri, was born at the Vatican Hospital in Rome, on November 8th 1943. At the tender age of seven, he and a horde of other deposed royal families of Europe set sail on a big beautiful ship, eventually arriving in the Great Promised Land of Montclair, New Jersey. There he grew up to be a truly revolutionary publisher of such titles as The LA Star, Love Magazine, Hate, God, Finger, Meetings with Remarkable People, The Brentwood Bla Bla, Beverly Hills, the Magazine and many more, pioneering the first “reader-written” media which exploded in the Internet Age, becoming the behemoth we now call “social media.”

by Dr. Susan Block It’s V-Day 2015 on DrSuzy.Tv, and we celebrate Western civilization’s high holiday of love with a fantastic, orgiastic festival of lust. This sexy star-studded tribute to Lupercalia, the original pagan Valentine’s Day, is one wild, whip-cracking, spanking-hot, swinging, suckling, heart-felt feast for all the senses, including your sense of history. Just in case you don’t know, the history of the idealized, sanitized and highly commercialized holiday we call “Valentine’s Day” is rooted in the fascinating, ancient bacchanalian end-of-Winter festival of the Lupercalia (listen to me tell the story here), which we citizens of Bonoboville have resurrected from the annals of prehistoric Rome to the anals (and hot heart-shaped asses) of modern life. Yes indeed, long before there was the “holy crap” of ”holy crap” of 50 Shades of Grey, there was the sacred, consensual “BDSM” of Lupercalia in red. Get that illuminating history lesson here.

On the Summer Solstice, we Earthlings (at least those who “know what day it is”) honor the day when the star we call the “sun” (“sol” in Latin) is at its highest in relation to the northern hemisphere of this planet we call “Earth,” with various rituals from circle dances around Stonehenge to massive yoga demos in Times Square. Here on RadioSuzy1, broadcasting live from Bonoboville, we celebrate the sun and the moon with four different stars (two heavenly bodies and two disembodied): an author, an auteur, an anal queen and an icon.

Recorded at the Hollywood Show

The ritual is the match, the orgy the flame.  Within just a couple hours of opening up the Institute’s brand new Womb Room, our 12th annual Eros Day had ignited into a stellar display of sensual, naked and winged bodies and souls soaring, flailing and thrusting into one another on and around the Olympic-sized bed surrounded by burning cock candles, buzzing pocket rockets, pulsing bongo beats, majestic erotic art and anatomically correct blow-up angels flying through the rafters above. It was a Commedia Erotica Heaven on Earth worthy of a Botticelli or Bronzino, or at least a Fellini movie, and one of our best Eros Day orgies ever, with some very tasty hors d’oeuvres.