Nee hao! From the ancient TAO to Chairman MAO to what’s happening NOW, this show explores the changing faces of sex in hitherto mysterious China. Though many of us in the West stereotype the Chinese as a robotic army of androgynous sexophobes, the facts are a lot more complex—and sexy! Bottom line: There are 1.5 billion people in the PRC (People’s Republic of China) and (like us) they are all Children of Sex, so some of them must be doing it.

It’s another flavorful night of sex education, demonstration and celebration in Bonoboville, the sex ed subject being the fine art and succulent science of oral pleasure. With gentle breezes blowing the radiant streams of DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor’s scrumptious set, we learn to “blow each other away” with all kinds of essential and exotic techniques—from sucking to licking, deep-throating to muff-diving—courtesy of our feature guest Jaiya’s excellent new book of that name. As for “demonstration,” our fabulous fellatrixes and cunning linguists not only demonstrate many of these oral skills for your edification and delight; we also demonstrate our determination to stop rape and violence against women—and everyone else—by rising up to dance in Eve Ensler’s galvanizing One Billion Rising campaign (we’ll be doing it again next Satuday 2/16/13—join us for Lupercalia Rising!). And we celebrate Chinese New Year with my akeeta corn snake (also named Eve) who seems thrilled to be entering the Year of the Snake…though you never know with snakes.

With shocking news of the Sandy Hook massacre painfully fresh in our minds, many of us are searching for ways to process and combat the evil that would drive a fellow human to mass murder, as we gather in churches, mosques and temples around the nation. Here in the Womb Room sanctuary of our “Church” of BonoboVille, we ethical hedonists also gather together to honor the fallen and fight evil with its opposite and, in a way, its antidote: love. And I’m not just talking about ethereal love for God or humankind; I’m talking about physical love: hugging, touching, rubbing, kissing and yes, making love, e.g., having sex. It’s the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. From the Olympian hardcore lovemaking of a husband and wife to the communal ecstasy that envelopes the congregation as we dance, drum, spank, suck, fuck, squirt and revel in live music inspired by ancient tribes, we celebrate the spirit of eros (love), the counterpoint to thanatos (death) throughout this show.

For my first show of 2013, I planned nothing and invited nobody. Since I wasn’t feeling so “hot” for various reasons (listen free above for details)—one being that I’m still wearing this damn eye patch and another that my cowardly engineer (we’ll call him Weasley) just fell in love, went bananas and split, without giving notice, I thought this would just be a quiet practice program for my tech department, and was in no mood for a big show. So I was a little unnerved when I walked onstage to find my little Womb Room packed with friends and fans. At first, I wanted to hide, then I was so moved by their enthusiasm, I almost cried. But I’m too vain to ruin my eye makeup, even with only one eye, so I held back the tears, and within 10 minutes, these beautiful people had me all cheered up and riding the wave of communal ecstasy into one of the most delightful shows in Prince Max’s and my two decades of love and debauchery.

Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America.

From being baptized in the holy water of a squirting orgasm to winning a tough presidential election, from celebrating Max’s 69th birthday to 69ing on a bed of nails, we explore the meaning and experience of ecstasy—in sex, love, politics, nature, drugs, exhibitionism, art, radio and the rest of life, as well as death—both the “little death” and the Big One.

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.

As medical marijuana use becomes more decriminalized and “normalized” in America, it’s no wonder that cannabis culture has developed its own holiday, one on which almost everybody takes a toke, even many who usually abstain. This leads to many getting lucky in one form or another, pot being one of the few genuine aphrodisiacs. Though marijuana is NOT a gateway to harder drugs for most of us, it certainly is a gateway to sex. Usually very sensuous sex. The only stronger aphrodisiac would be alcohol, which sometimes enhances aggression as well as libido, and that can be a “bummer,” to say the least. As long as you’re not the type that pot makes paranoid, THC in the right dosage tends to make you pleasantly horny, helps you to really groove in the moment, the worst that can happen being that you space out or nod off while your partner’s still grooving.

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.

In war and politics, “surrender” means defeat. But in sex and erotic play, surrender can be sweet, especially if you’re baring your neck—or your buns…or your soul—to a sexy, skilled, dominant lover, master or mistress. In the spirit of free and consensual BDSM, our little BonoboVille morphs into an idyllic “Domination Nation,” beautiful rulers dispensing justice with spankings and canings, as adorable subjects wag their reddened tails in happy arousal. Thus we explore the dynamics, emotions and etiquette of surrender, submission, domination, discipline, bondage, humiliation, teasing, tickling and aftercare with the lovely and knowledgeable ladies of the Dominion, the oldest, continuously operating BDSM club in America, as well as a sexy porn starlet couple, eager to learn new tricks and show off their hot stuff.

It’s another flavorful night of sex education, demonstration and celebration in Bonoboville, the sex ed subject being the fine art and succulent science of oral pleasure. With gentle breezes blowing the radiant streams of DrSuzy.tv producer Tasia Sutor’s scrumptious set, we learn to “blow each other away” with all kinds of essential and exotic techniques—from sucking to licking, deep-throating to muff-diving—courtesy of our feature guest Jaiya’s excellent new book of that name. As for “demonstration,” our fabulous fellatrixes and cunning linguists not only demonstrate many of these oral skills for your edification and delight; we also demonstrate our determination to stop rape and violence against women—and everyone else—by rising up to dance in Eve Ensler’s galvanizing One Billion Rising campaign (we’ll be doing it again next Satuday 2/16/13—join us for Lupercalia Rising!). And we celebrate Chinese New Year with my akeeta corn snake (also named Eve) who seems thrilled to be entering the Year of the Snake…though you never know with snakes.

Length: 1:47:06 Date: Jan. 26, 2013 Nee hao! From the ancient TAO to Chairman MAO to what’s happening NOW, this show explores the changing faces of sex in hitherto mysterious China. Though many of us in the West stereotype the Chinese as a robotic army of androgynous sexophobes, the facts are a lot more complex—and sexy! Bottom line: There are 1.5 billion people in the PRC (People’s Republic of China) and (like us) they are all Children of Sex, so some of them must be doing it. But how do they do it? And how are they changing the ways that they do it, express it, enjoy it, buy it, sell it and talk about it? How is the current Chinese “sexual revolution” making sex in China like and not like sex beyond the Great Wall? From marriage to massage, rural villages to Shanghai, communist censors to capitalist prostitutes, ancient imperial bound foot fetishes to a proliferation of modern sex shops (more than 200,000 throughout China, many of which are euphemistically referred to as “beauty salons”), we investigate the fascinating phenomenon of sex in China, going Behind the Red Door with the distinguished author of the critically acclaimed book of that name, as well as a gathering of sexy guests who were either born in China, had sex in China, would like to have sex in China, or are there right now, calling in to the show live from Beijing! Other than experiencing a little more static than usual (probably censors interfering with our broadcast, courtesy of the Great Firewall of China), it’s a fine night in Bonoboville. In addition to examining sex in China, we also explore “love in LA,” featuring two hot couples in love and lust, one of which regales us with impressive, hard, humping, explosive interracial sex in the after-party. With all that stimulation, there’s nothing for your overheated hostess to do but have my own blissful Taoist sex with my marvelous Maoist hubby. Nee hao! And how…

Length: 118:17 minutes Date: 12/15/2012 With shocking news of the Sandy Hook massacre painfully fresh in our minds, many of us are searching for ways to process and combat the evil that would drive a fellow human to mass murder, as we gather in churches, mosques and temples around the nation. Here in the Womb Room sanctuary of our “Church” of BonoboVille, we ethical hedonists also gather together to honor the fallen and fight evil with its opposite and, in a way, its antidote: love. And I’m not just talking about ethereal love for God or humankind; I’m talking about physical love: hugging, touching, rubbing, kissing and yes, making love, e.g., having sex. It’s the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. From the Olympian hardcore lovemaking of a husband and wife to the communal ecstasy that envelopes the congregation as we dance, drum, spank, suck, fuck, squirt and revel in live music inspired by ancient tribes, we celebrate the spirit of eros (love), the counterpoint to thanatos (death) throughout this show. As Lara Riscol, a guest on “Sex vs Violence: Gun Shots vs Cum Shots: Which Do You Prefer?,” points out in her excellent essay What Terrorizes Americans Most: Guns or Sexual Freedom? (composed after that other ghastly massacre in Aurora), “America treats sex, not violence, as the biggest threat to families and the nation.” As long as we do that, we can expect more massacres, at home and abroad. As long as we sanction invasions, executions and drone strikes that kill children, while humiliating a decorated General not for bombing innocents but for having an affair, why should we be surprised when one of our troubled young men picks up a few of his mom’s prized military-style guns and mass-murders a bunch of kids on his own? We shouldn’t be surprised, and we aren’t, which is all the more reason we need to summon that spirit of eros within and all around us. Also, it’s the holidays, and we’re in a festive, slightly blasphemous mood. Not that I’m trying to insult anyone’s religion, but I am the Irreverend Dr. Block, and I do like to have fun with tradition. Nobody but the Pope and Rick Santorum would mind that most of my female guests are clad in skimpy SeXmas red teddies. But should our Divine Interventions Nativity Scene, including the Baby Jesus butt plug basking in the immaculate nurturance of the Mother Mary dildo, put some of you over the blasphemy threshold, just remember: it’s compassionate blasphemy. After all, it is far better to put Jesus in your butt than shoot him out of the barrel of your Mom’s semiautomatic Bushmaster .223 caliber assault rifle. It’s also the auspicious eighth night of the Jewish Festival of Lights which, disturbingly, celebrates a war. But candlelight is romantic, and I love the menorah, so we light three of them, reciting the ancient Hebrew bracha behind a beautiful blazing bonfire, like a burning bush of desire, some of us topless and others garbed in strange masks. How could such a delightful Hannukah scene be blasphemy? Maybe I push it a little when I use the shamash candle to drip hot wax on one of my lovely guests’ naked breasts. Does the fact that she used to be a Sunday school teacher and revels in the irreverence of the moment make it more blasphemous? It actually struck me as a fine way to celebrate the miraculous fire, and I think, along with Strip Dreidel, it’ll become a BonoboVille Hanukkah tradition . We also celebrate the antidote to all these crazy religions: the 221st birthday of the Bill of Rights. Of course, we’re big supporters of the First Amendment which gives us Freedom from Church, as well as Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press and the right to peaceably assemble. Despite its presence at the top of the list, our government agencies often don’t respect this amendment, and many innocents have gone to prison for it, including my husband Max. We also love the Fourth Amendment which was the basis of the case we won against the LAPD when they invaded BonoboVille, guns cocked (but fortunately for us all, not shooting). Back to shooting. The only gun you should be shooting is the one between your legs. So, when we come to the Second Amendment, especially after Sandy Hook, I’m not feeling very warm and fuzzy. But then I don’t imagine that the “right of the people to keep and bear arms” was meant to include semiautomatic assault weapons like the ones the attacker’s mom kept around the house. No doubt, a little gun control would go a long way toward lowering the death count. Just before the Sandy Hook massacre, another disturbed male assaulted another classroom of children in China. Since China has strong gun control laws, the attacker used a knife and though he wounded his victims, all of them survived. So yes, let’s take advantage of the situation and push better gun control through now while the blustering NRA is weak and just slightly ashamed of itself. But we need to do more than make laws. This part is trickier, and it’s a lot more difficult for me to say and for us to do, though its just as important to our safety and well-being. As a society, we need to understand the relationship between sexual pleasure and violence (see Dr. James Prescott), and we must try to deal more effectively with our mentally ill. We also need to make it safe for young, loner men at their sexual peak but perhaps their emotional depth to seek help, to talk to someone knowledgeable about what’s bothering them. Almost inevitably, what’s bothering them has something to do with sex, often involving shame and humiliation. Btw, you can call us anytime here at the Institute if you need to talk about and explore whatever’s bothering you. Yes, this is a little detour into a shameless plug, and if you’re at the economic level of the shooter, you can afford our private services. But you can also talk to us free any Saturday night on the show. This is our business, but it’s also our passion. We believe in the healing power of Bonobo Liberation, and you can see, hear and almost smell that power flowing, dancing, laughing and ejaculating throughout this amazing show.

Length: 161:22 minutes Air Date: 11/24/2012 Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America. So, after getting stuffed (which we do both gastronomically and sexually here in BonoboVille) on Thanksgiving Thursday—with digestion (or indigestion) and shopping on Black Friday—it’s time to leave the kids with a sitter*, clean up the spatulas, get out the paddles and celebrate SPANKSgiving Saturday night! Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, after we “give thanks” on Thanksgiving for our blessings, we “give spanks” on Spanksgiving for our so-called sins, as well as for the sheer physical and psychological fun of whacking a set of nice, eager, well-toned, slightly quivering buns. Amen and Awomen. This Spanksgiving features an overflowing banquet of spankers, spankees and celebrities, all engaged in or ogling a variety of spankings from over the knee (OTK), to shackled on the bondage cross, to a swat across a tempting behind as it sidles up to the bar. We also talk about the impractical, unconstitutional and virtually unenforceable Measure B, and how LA County voters need to be spanked for passing that one—and will be, right in the pocketbook, if the porn industry actually leaves LA. Thanksgiving or Spanksgiving, ’tis the season to give and give some more. Aside from our usual plea for the bonobos and Sandy victims, there’s the wonderful, award-winning, girl-girl porn star and single mom, Elexis Monroe, now facing a serious bone disease and in need of help from her friends and fans. *but make sure the sitter doesn’t spank the kids. As the late great Gore Vidal said, “I’m all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults.” See Spanking 101 for why spanking children teaches them that violence is the answer and lowers their IQ. So spare the child and save your rod for your deliciously naughty adult lover. Slappy Spanksgiving!

Length: 132:49 minutes Air Date: 11/17/2012 What has become of “privacy” when even the chief of the CIA can’t carry on a secret love affair without the whole world finding out? Welcome to the eerie new era of the American Surveillance State (ASS), bastard child of the Military Industrial Complex (MIC) and the Patriot Act, making sure that, whether you’re a terrorist, a mom or a four star general, Big Brother is watching you (yes, you too!), quite possibly without his shirt on. Out of this perfect frankenstorm of sex, spies, perma-war and deep, penetrating, “All In” surveillance comes “Petraeus-Gate,” one of the biggest poli-sexual messes to ejaculate out of the Beltway since Bill Clinton got a too-sloppy blowjob (though—unlike General P—he managed to hold onto his day job). Since not everyone in BonoboVille is a poli-sex junkie as addicted to Petraeus-Gate as I am, Capt’n Max and I take the first few minutes of this super sex-educational show to summarize the whole basic convoluted story, using Gawker’s handy-dandy Petraeus-Gate flow chart, embedded in DrSuzy.tv show producer Tasia Sutor’s fabulous patriotic, erotic, military-fetishized set. And with that, we bring Petraeus-Gate “to life,” Commedia Erotica style, based on the not-too-farfetched notion that Petraeus, his paramour/hagiographer Paula Broadwell and that other “other woman,” Jill Kelley (not the porn star!)—all of them having been laughed out of Washington, Harvard and even Tampa—come out West, bleach their hair blonde and get into porn.

Length: 126:40 minutes Date: 11/10/2012 From being baptized in the holy water of a squirting orgasm to winning a tough presidential election, from celebrating Max’s 69th birthday to 69ing on a bed of nails, we explore the meaning and experience of ecstasy—in sex, love, politics, nature, drugs, exhibitionism, art, radio and the rest of life, as well as death—both the “little death” and the Big One. Ecstasy—that ineffable “out of control” feeling—is especially irresistible to control freaks, such as a certain former director of the CIA. We talk about how General David Petraeus’ star-crossed romance with his attractive “All In” biographer Paula Broadwell is being gobbled up like a juicy steak by our erotic ecstasy-starved nation, even though hardly anybody really cares whether the guy keeps his marital vows of genital monogamy. More to the point, as my Counterpunch publisher Jeffrey St. Clair noted as soon as Petraeus apologized, “Killing babies and wedding parties didn’t bother his conscience in the least…” And here he is prostrating himself over a consensual affair (more coming soon). Also in the Bad News Department: We talk about LA’s newly passed “Nanny State” Measure B, how it’s unconstitutional and impossible to enforce, but still will be a horrible pain in the porn industry’s shaved asshole, not to mention a terrible loss in revenue for LA County. But most of this show ecstatically rings in the Good News of my beloved hubby Capt’n Prince Max’s 69th royal birthday, surrounded by 69ing couples, ecstatic to be alive and rather well, together in the midst of the communal ecstasy of our BonoboVille. Many have tried to take this wonderful man down, from police in three different states to members of his own family (one of whom is even in Womb Room during this show!) to the Big C itself. But Prince Max has prevailed, published and prospered. And, as the Big O(bama) just promised when we extended our presidential love affair four more years, “The best is yet to come.” And cum!

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.

Air Date: 10/06/2012 In war and politics, “surrender” means defeat. But in sex and erotic play, surrender can be sweet, especially if you’re baring your neck—or your buns…or your soul—to a sexy, skilled, dominant lover, master or mistress. In the spirit of free and consensual BDSM, our little BonoboVille morphs into an idyllic “Domination Nation,” beautiful rulers dispensing justice with spankings and canings, as adorable subjects wag their reddened tails in happy arousal. Thus we explore the dynamics, emotions and etiquette of surrender, submission, domination, discipline, bondage, humiliation, teasing, tickling and aftercare with the lovely and knowledgeable ladies of the Dominion, the oldest, continuously operating BDSM club in America, as well as a sexy porn starlet couple, eager to learn new tricks and show off their hot stuff.