Forget Christian Grey in 50 Shades—he’s just a fantasy and a badly written one at that. My first featured guest lives a life that others only fantasize about, but John Gray is a very real “Mr. Gray,” as well as the founder, prime mover, shaker and CEO of the largest, most luxurious and highly-rated chain of “gentlemen’s clubs” in the world—now boasting 74 locations and counting—the elegant, upscale, naughty-naughty but very nice and ultra-successful Spearmint Rhino.

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.

As Masturbation Month moves merrily along, we continue celebrating and exploring the power and glory of self-pleasure and other erotic hedonic joys. This show takes you on a multi-orgasmic roller coaster ride of Masturbation Liberation, Education, Domination, Deprivation, Humiliation, Stimulation, Vibration and Revelation. With all these relevant rhymes and more (titillation, sensation…), somebody could write a hit self-love song…

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.

As Masturbation Month moves merrily along, we continue celebrating and exploring the power and glory of self-pleasure and other erotic hedonic joys. This show takes you on a multi-orgasmic roller coaster ride of Masturbation Liberation, Education, Domination, Deprivation, Humiliation, Stimulation, Vibration and Revelation. With all these relevant rhymes and more (titillation, sensation…), somebody could write a hit self-love song…

Here in Bonoboville, the merry Masturbation Month of May is sort of like Christmas time for Christians, Ramadan for Muslims, Pesach for Jews, Pancha Ganapati for Hindus or Visakah Puja for Buddhists. Leaving out the religious abuse, repressive dogma and intensive shaming practices of organized religion, but with an equivalent sense of meaningful togetherness, plus a dash of joyous irreverence, communal ecstasy and multiple orgasms, we honor something mysterious and eternal, yet deeply personal, and therefore (I would say), “spiritual”: the wondrous gift of self-love.