Date: 11/12/2011

The best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned. Sometimes you’ve just got to go with the sexual flow. This happens with some frequency on my show, often creating high levels of Commedia Erotica. This particular show, scheduled to focus on the imminent royal wedding of two princess brides of porn, does a thematic somersault when one fiancée bows out, having come down with a virulent sore throat from too much deep-throat (#pornstarproblem #69) just hours before air-time. A ravishing noble woman cums forth from the Speakeasy court to stand–or make that lie down naked with her feet hooked behind her head–in the stead of the betrothed lady. Then Death himself takes a seat at RadioSUZY1, and the result is over 90 drop-dead awesome minutes of erotic adventures with two of the most beautiful women in porn meeting and making love for the first time, sex-educational “pussy talk” and “asshole talk,” and a couple of opera-worthy orgasms, one of which is loud enough to turn our neighbors into fans.

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.

It’s a tag team smack-down in the Womb Room ring, full of boob-grappling, libido-wrestling, dildo-wrangling, stripper pole sliding, lunchbox munching and blow job competitions, not to mention a intriguingly raunchy, face-to-crotch, upside-down, pro-wrestling maneuver known as the Bautista Bomb. In the midst of a bevy of wild beauties from all parts of the XXX industry is the PG Animal, wrestling with his sexual desire. Though Bautista keeps his pants on, we do “unleash the beast” (in a Bonobo Way) from within our beauties, “sacrificing” a Speakeasy virgin on the altar of my bed, pinning her to the mat in a full-frontal Hitachi climax–her first public orgasm. Through it all, the creator of Stripperella creates new art (of me!), and the Speakeasy rocks out into an exuberant after-party of sex, fun, wild rickshaw-riding and wrestling with naked angels. And why not, because aren’t wrestlers and porn stars among the greatest real-life comic book characters we know?

It’s a tag team smack-down in the Womb Room ring, full of boob-grappling, libido-wrestling, dildo-wrangling, stripper pole sliding, lunchbox munching and blow job competitions, not to mention a intriguingly raunchy, face-to-crotch, upside-down, pro-wrestling maneuver known as the Bautista Bomb. In the midst of a bevy of wild beauties from all parts of the XXX industry is the PG Animal, wrestling with his sexual desire. Though Bautista keeps his pants on, we do “unleash the beast” (in a Bonobo Way) from within our beauties, “sacrificing” a Speakeasy virgin on the altar of my bed, pinning her to the mat in a full-frontal Hitachi climax–her first public orgasm. Through it all, the creator of Stripperella creates new art (of me!), and the Speakeasy rocks out into an exuberant after-party of sex, fun, wild rickshaw-riding and wrestling with naked angels. And why not, because aren’t wrestlers and porn stars among the greatest real-life comic book characters we know?

Date: 08/17/2012

Vegas is packed with people who play it safe in life, then blow all their hard-earned cash into the mouths of machines that light up like a lover’s eyes, mid-climax. Then there’s the sound of Vegas: all that beeping and squealing, bizarrely resembling orgasm after mechanical orgasm. As long as you keep caressing those sensitive slots with money shots, it never stops.

Vegas-style gambling is a Weapon of Mass Seduction. Personally, I prefer to place my bets on my own relatively high-risk work and play: my amazing 20-year marriage that most folks said wouldn’t last, my unconventional sex therapy practice, my uncategorizable show and my belief in ethical hedonism and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. The odds of winning the kind of “games” I like to play are riskier than black jack, and the path to victory is a minefield littered with losers, lovers, foes and friends who trip your every step. But the joy is in the playing—in doing it, as the great gambler Sinatra sang, “My Way.” And every so often, if you play long, hard and “my way” enough, with a little help from Lady Luck, you might win.

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 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.

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: 106 Minutes Date: 12/08/2012 From an erotic Hanukkah menorah lighting ceremony to a breathtaking XXXmas season re-enactment of the miraculous virgin birth of Jesus, from a series of penetrating discussions with pundits and porn stars on “Sex, God & the Holidaze” to a hot game of “Strip Dreidel,” this show is a Saturnalian sexual revelation. All the major monotheistic religions use mythology and fear to try to control our natural, blooming sexuality, channeling it into procreation instead of recreation. All that control leads to religious sexual abuse, oppression, ignorance, bigotry, hypocrisy and much human misery. On the other hand, it also stimulates erotic rebellion and exhilarating, blasphemous kink. In a sexually twisted society such as ours, you often need the friction of naughty in order to feel nice. So Happy Horny Hanukkah, Merry XXXmas and Ho, Ho, Ho’s for Saturnalia. Celebrate. Fornicate. Investigate.