It’s a tag team smack-down in the Womb Room with the amazing Dave Bautista, aka “The Animal,” aka “The Beast,” in one corner, and a Bevy of Beauties in another. Dr. Suzy is referee in this erotically epic contest of libido-wrestling, muscle-flexing, stripping, pole-dancing, BJ tournaments, orgasm races and a wild, face-to-crotch, upside-down, WWE maneuver known as the Batista Bomb. Though Bautista keeps his pants on (but not his shirt!), we “unleash the Beast”… in a Bonobo Way. Broadcast live 12/10/2011 on DrSuzy.Tv, Dave was just shifting from “Batista” (his WWE Champ name) to Bautista (his real name), promoting his acting role in The Man with the Iron Fists, a stepping stone toward playing the iconic Drax in Guardians of the Galaxy. A real-life Angel (Angela Sommers) puts The Animal to the test, plus Destiny Dixon, Samantha Saint, Victoria White and Daisy Delight all put up a good fight for Bautista’s beleaguered libido—and put on a spectacular show—but does it work or does the Champ stays true to his GF? Watch and find out! Also includes Anthony Winn, co-creator of Stripperella with the late great Stan Lee, creating new art (of Dr. Suzy!), and the Speakeasy rocks out into a wild after-party of sex, fun and wrestling with naked angels… because aren’t wrestlers and porn stars—the beauties and the beasts—among the greatest real-life comic book characters we know? Read Dr. Suzy’s blog: https://drsusanblock.com/beauties-bautista-wrestle

Tasia Rides the Sybian.

Once again, in a spanking hot, whipsmacking, flogtastic, female-ejaculating, breathtaking flurry of heart-shaped buns and floggers, we take back the original Valentine’s Day, The Lupercalia, and celebrate this erotic prehistoric festival of lust and thwacks in all its primeval glory. Unlike the mostly private Valentine’s Day, the Lupercalia of pre-imperial Rome was a euphoric public holiday of communal sexuality, fertility, the rush of hormones, the howl of the wolf, the crack of the whip and the coming of Spring.

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.

Beginning back in the days before Rome was Rome, a couple of “colleges” of nearly naked young men would meet in mid-February in the ancient cave where Romulus and Remus were suckled by a she-wolf (luper in Latin). They sacrificed a goat, marking each other’s foreheads with goat’s blood (thus the signature red of the holiday) and drank a lot of wine, cut whips (called “februa”) from the goatskin, then raced through the hills and towns, gaily smacking the willing behinds of women looking for luck, love and perhaps a baby. For more about the history and meaning of the Lupercalia, and how it was outlawed and repressed by the Catholic Church, replacing it with the saintly, sanitized Valentine’s Day!

Masturbation Month 2012 comes to a climactic grand, screaming finale with a Memorial Day Weekend bare booby salute and exhortation for “Masturbation Not Occupation” in my Womb Room. Sexperts join sexpots, from Persia by way of Toronto to Florida, New York and the soul of Dowtown LA, bringing today an intriguing assortment of masturbation researchers, comedians, therapists, porn stars, pussy poppers, booty shakers, Chinese dissidents and American revolutionaries on this lugubrious war holiday mixed with a celebration of self-pleasure. Praise be to the art of self love and let us relish it for all seasons. Lay down your arms and use your fingers. Huzzah! To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

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 UBYC’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.

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.

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?

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.

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.

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: 06/30/2012 Vanilla, a richly flavored spice derived from the blooming orchids of the vanilla plant, tastes especially delicious in cream puffs and ice cream. Of course, if you’re forced to eat nothing but vanilla, soon that delectable flavor induces nausea and boredom. And so it is with “vanilla” or conventional marriage. Engaging in nothing but vanilla, monogamous, marital, missionary-position sex might be terrific, romantic and very orgasmic—for a few years. But after a while, if you don’t mix it up with a few other spicy flavors, vanilla relationships almost inevitably get boring, if not downright nauseating. This show is an antidote to all that. In fact, it is “The Anti-Vanilla,” and I am your Anti-Vanilla Auntie, garbed for the occasion in a rainbow sherbet palette of summer-hot hues to combat vanilla boredom and honor the tail end of Gay Pride Month. Helping me help you out of the vanilla closet, should you be trapped inside of such a relatively flavorless marital prison, is a yummy bunch of guests in the Womb Room and on webcam, from the author of Unlearn Vanilla Marriage and his swinging wife of 15 years to some of the hottest porn performers on the planet, each deliciously un-vanilla in her or his own very tasty way.

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.

Air Date: 01/28/2012 It gets gangstah raw up in my Womb Room as we welcome Oakland’s own Rap University Dean of Pimpology—Too $hort. In his honor, several of the hoochies get hella hyphy—not to mention, naked. Then the strippahs wrap around the pole as the gangstahs rap about their holes.

Date: 07/14/2012 Free PGish Pix Page… X Pix and Video coming to DrSusanBlock.tv! 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.

Air Date: 07/08/2012 “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” -Franz Kafka I originally named this show “Kafkaesque Sex” in reference to my guests, the UCLA psychology-professor fronted band with hot topless back-up singers: Crying 4 Kafka. As it turns out, the band, dubbed “the pundits of punk” by the LA Weekly, is not the only Kafkaesque aspect of this surreally sexy show in which various technical malfunctions and prop disappearances thwart me, my staff, guests and (probably) you, yet ultimately lead all of us to amazing climaxes of great orgasmic, artistic, educational, masturbational and utterly hilarious heights. Such is life, sex and Kafka. Now just in case you don’t know Kafka from the Kardashians, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), the Czech author of such masterworks as The Metamorphosis and The Trial, was considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, famous for his profound, absurdist scenarios that are, on a cerebral level, even wilder than this show, but without the happy, orgiastic, singing, dancing, squirting-on-the-Sybian, bonobo-esque ending.

Air Date: 06/30/2012 Vanilla, a richly flavored spice derived from the blooming orchids of the vanilla plant, tastes especially delicious in cream puffs and ice cream. Of course, if you’re forced to eat nothing but vanilla, soon that delectable flavor induces nausea and boredom. And so it is with “vanilla” or conventional marriage. Engaging in nothing but vanilla, monogamous, marital, missionary-position sex might be terrific, romantic and very orgasmic—for a few years. But after a while, if you don’t mix it up with a few other spicy flavors, vanilla relationships almost inevitably get boring, if not downright nauseating. This show is an antidote to all that. In fact, it is “The Anti-Vanilla,” and I am your Anti-Vanilla Auntie, garbed for the occasion in a rainbow sherbet palette of summer-hot hues to combat vanilla boredom and honor the tail end of Gay Pride Month. Helping me help you out of the vanilla closet, should you be trapped inside of such a relatively flavorless marital prison, is a yummy bunch of guests in the Womb Room and on webcam, from the author of Unlearn Vanilla Marriage and his swinging wife of 15 years to some of the hottest porn performers on the planet, each deliciously un-vanilla in her or his own very tasty way.

Air Date: 01/28/2012 It gets gangstah raw up in my Womb Room as we welcome Oakland’s own Rap University Dean of Pimpology—Too $hort. In his honor, several of the hoochies get hella hyphy—not to mention, naked. Then the strippahs wrap around the pole as the gangstahs rap about their holes.

Air Date: 06/16/2012 What a strange show. We start the live broadcast dangling in suspense as to if and when a tardy porn star would arrive, especially since my other five featured guests had cancelled, all of them pleading ill, shortly before showtime. But that suspense soon gives way to erotic suspension as a couple members of our audience step up to the RadioSUZY1 plate to present ethereal, artistic rope bondage, dangling from the Speakeasy ceiling like human chandeliers. After an oddly soundless and motionless orgasm on the Sybian, we’re back to suspense. In our virtually guest-less state, we decide to use the show itself to “audition” two applicants for one available position here in Bonoboville, much to the delight of our in-studio audience. This time, the suspense lies in who will get the job (and no, we haven’t decided yet). Meanwhile we’re getting a stream of texts from the tardy porn star, saying she’s “on the way,” “going to be late,” “stuck in traffic” and finally, hopelessly “lost.” Twenty minutes after the live broadcast is over, she shows up, proffering passionate apologies, seductive gazes and booty shimmies, leaving me no choice (after sulking for a half hour) but to punish her tardy porn star ass with a sound spanking, paddling, cropping, strap-on dildo-ing and butt-plugging to beat the band. Actually, I don’t know about the band, but I sure did beat her beautiful buns, and at least, after all that suspense, we bonobos got some resolution! Speaking of bonobos, this show is also a celebration of the recently announced sequencing of the bonobo genome. The “suspense” is over, brothers and sisters, and now what we long believed has been confirmed: Bonobos are our closest living relatives, along with common chimpanzees, over 98% genetically similar to human beings. Maybe now that geneticists have recognized this, our highly endangered Kissin’ Cousins, who swing from the trees as well as with each other, will get some respect–as well as money for research and their protection.

Air Date: 06/16/2012 What a strange show. We start the live broadcast dangling in suspense as to if and when a tardy porn star would arrive, especially since my other five featured guests had cancelled, all of them pleading ill, shortly before showtime. But that suspense soon gives way to erotic suspension as a couple members of our audience step up to the RadioSUZY1 plate to present ethereal, artistic rope bondage, dangling from the Speakeasy ceiling like human chandeliers. After an oddly soundless and motionless orgasm on the Sybian, we’re back to suspense. In our virtually guest-less state, we decide to use the show itself to “audition” two applicants for one available position here in Bonoboville, much to the delight of our in-studio audience. This time, the suspense lies in who will get the job (and no, we haven’t decided yet). Meanwhile we’re getting a stream of texts from the tardy porn star, saying she’s “on the way,” “going to be late,” “stuck in traffic” and finally, hopelessly “lost.” Twenty minutes after the live broadcast is over, she shows up, proffering passionate apologies, seductive gazes and booty shimmies, leaving me no choice (after sulking for a half hour) but to punish her tardy porn star ass with a sound spanking, paddling, cropping, strap-on dildo-ing and butt-plugging to beat the band. Actually, I don’t know about the band, but I sure did beat her beautiful buns, and at least, after all that suspense, we bonobos got some resolution! Speaking of bonobos, this show is also a celebration of the recently announced sequencing of the bonobo genome. The “suspense” is over, brothers and sisters, and now what we long believed has been confirmed: Bonobos are our closest living relatives, along with common chimpanzees, over 98% genetically similar to human beings. Maybe now that geneticists have recognized this, our highly endangered Kissin’ Cousins, who swing from the trees as well as with each other, will get some respect–as well as money for research and their protection.

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.

Date: 12/31/2011 What better way to bring in the New Year than with a squirting orgasm, a hot strippin’ ass kickin’ superheroine, a newlywed BJ, kisses all around, spanks for joy, a reverse cowgirl ride into the future, sparklers, champagne and confetti shooting like multi-colored sperm throughout the Womb Room. Whether our notions of time are fact or over-scheduled human fiction, we resolve to occupy our future with sexual literacy, erotic exploration and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure. So, to honor the transition from ’11 to ’12, we gather together our brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners for a passionate farewell to the past and a very ecstatic “hello there!” to what’s to come…and come again.

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.

Date: 12/24/2011 No A-list porn stars, best-selling authors or champion wrestlers on this one. No, for Xmas Eve & the 5th night of Hanukkah, we make it a “Family Show.” But when I say “family,” I don’t mean Focus on the Family (and I doubt they would approve); I mean our very own Speakeasy den of denizens, artists and multi-talented resident perverts—the Bonobo Gang. From high-stakes Hanukkah candle-racing to a Nativity scene presented with Divine Interventions dildos and a Baby Jesus butt plug, we honor the winter holiday traditions in our own heart-warmingly debauched way. I dress up as Dr. Suzy Claus in red bikini trimmed with white faux fur and a matching micro-mini garter skirt from Adult Play Parlor, and Tasia is my feral reindeer pulling in a bag of sex toys, also from Adult Play Parlor, with something for everyone in the Speakeasy family, almost all of whom are wearing Santa hats, like a platoon of depraved elves. After some impressively naughty Agwa salt licking and a fascinating lesson in the Saturnalian sexual history of Xmas–did you know that Santa Claus represents the penis coming down the chimney (which is the vagina)?–the show explodes in a beautiful Hitachi-propelled Orgasm for Peace on Earth, Pleasure for All. Amen…and Awomen!

Date: 12/17/2011 Mix a professor, a porn star, a rapper and a squirter, and what do you get? A hot holiday freestylin’ free-for-all that fires up all the erotic cylinders—body, brains and soul—whether or not they serve a clear procreative purpose. From sexual evolution to a hip-hop squirting revolution, from a heated academic debate on Darwin, orgies and squirting to titillating topless Agwa shots, a bottom-less squirt-flowing orgasm, a rhyme-flowing grand finale and a big sloppy kiss to Time for making all of us “protestors” Person of the Year: Viva la Revolución! Viva la Evolución!

Air Date: 6/02/2012 Inspired by my interview with Tao Ruspoli for his upcoming film, the working title(s) of which is “Monogamish” or “Monogamy and Its Discontents,” I conjured up this show on “Free Love,” mixing sexperts with sexpots of orgies past and current porn. What is “free love”? The idea has been circulating since human sexuality was first restricted, probably around the dawn of civilization, leaving the meaning of free love to be just as free and open to interpretation as is the larger idea of love (and/or sex) itself. The term is officially applied to a proto-feminist movement in 19th century England whose original goals included keeping the state out of the people’s love lives and giving women the right to say no as well as yes to sex. With ensuing decades, “free love” expanded to include the right to have sex with any and all consenting adults, from the freewheeling swing parties of the Sexual Revolution to the current explosion in porn star marriages, polyamory, Facebook affairs and BDSM agreements. It all fits under the big wet umbrella of “monogamish,” a term popularized by eloquent Seattle sexpert and fellow Sex at Dawn fan, Dan Savage; that is, being in a committed sexual relationship that is not erotically exclusive. At least, not exactly…therefore the “ish.” And therefore this show: A stimulating, freewheeling discussion of “Free Love, Then & Now” turns out to be fantastic foreplay for a dramatic display of hot, hardcore, lawfully-wedded, super-porny, squirting, multi-orgasmic and monogamish sex in action. Whether you’re monogamish or promiscu-ish, a free lover, a cheap fornicator or a high-priced whore, as every good bonobo already knows, the best things in life are FREE—like listening to this show (just click the arrow above). Though it’ll cost you a few sheckels (and believe me, it’s worth it!) to watch.

Air Date: 6/02/2012 Inspired by my interview with Tao Ruspoli for his upcoming film, the working title(s) of which is “Monogamish” or “Monogamy and Its Discontents,” I conjured up this show on “Free Love,” mixing sexperts with sexpots of orgies past and current porn. What is “free love”? The idea has been circulating since human sexuality was first restricted, probably around the dawn of civilization, leaving the meaning of free love to be just as free and open to interpretation as is the larger idea of love (and/or sex) itself. The term is officially applied to a proto-feminist movement in 19th century England whose original goals included keeping the state out of the people’s love lives and giving women the right to say no as well as yes to sex. With ensuing decades, “free love” expanded to include the right to have sex with any and all consenting adults, from the freewheeling swing parties of the Sexual Revolution to the current explosion in porn star marriages, polyamory, Facebook affairs and BDSM agreements. It all fits under the big wet umbrella of “monogamish,” a term popularized by eloquent Seattle sexpert and fellow Sex at Dawn fan, Dan Savage; that is, being in a committed sexual relationship that is not erotically exclusive. At least, not exactly…therefore the “ish.” And therefore this show: A stimulating, freewheeling discussion of “Free Love, Then & Now” turns out to be fantastic foreplay for a dramatic display of hot, hardcore, lawfully-wedded, super-porny, squirting, multi-orgasmic and monogamish sex in action. Whether you’re monogamish or promiscu-ish, a free lover, a cheap fornicator or a high-priced whore, as every good bonobo already knows, the best things in life are FREE—like listening to this show (just click the arrow above). Though it’ll cost you a few sheckels (and believe me, it’s worth it!) to watch.

Air Date: 12/03/2011 In our third live broadcast focused on Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality, the Womb Room explodes into a chasm of brain-gasms that lead to a daisy-chain of orgasms, male sword-swallowing (the most dangerous deep throating you’ve ever seen), squirting, fisting and then back to brain-gasms again. A sensational and provocative Commedia Erotica festival of sex & the discussion of sex—who says you can’t judge a book by its lover(s).

Date: 11/26/2011 Cooking classes are conducted in a kitchen. So why shouldn’t a class in Sex Ed be conducted in bed? If you were thinking of playing hooky from the classroom—or make that, the Womb Room—you may want to think again as this is one lesson you won’t want to ditch. Yes, class, it’s back to school night at the Speakeasy as we welcome a freaky faculty full of therapists and educators on our favorite subjects—the pleasures of sex and the passion of revolution.

Date: 11/19/2011 In honor of sexpots who smoke pot, we welcome two of the world’s highest wonders to the Womb Room: hot women and weed. Our green goddess guest of honor is none other than Mary Jane, one of just a few aphrodisiacs that really work, probably conceived when Mother Nature was feeling a little frisky. And while it’s debatable as to whether the kiss of the kush is addicting, some of our guests verify that the hand of the Hitachi most certainly is. Time to spark it up and squirt it out at the Speakeasy! Warning: Marijuana-use can lead to hot sex and High Times.

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.

Air Date: 11/05/2011 This show is dedicated to committed couples who keep their bedroom doors wide open. My featured guests are three sexy young power couples: one married five years, one about to get married in two weeks and another living and working together “24/7” for the past year. All three have open relationships, and one even brings a gorgeous American Apparel model/porn star who is their current erotic “distraction.” It’s a chilly autumn night, but my Womb Room heats up fast when one guest gets so hot she literally breathes fire, tonguing the flames like a lover. Several other, less dangerous types of oral erotica ensue, climaxing with a hot husband and husband-to-be giving heroic cunnilingus and analingus to their wife and fiancée, respectively, side by side, as the rest of us cheer them on in this make-shift “Pussy-Eating Boot Camp,” demonstrating two keys to any hot sexy marriage: giving fantastic head and a keeping a good sense of Commedia Erotica.

Air Date: 10/29/2011 Flying can be an aphrodisiac, and no, I don’t mean being felt up by TSA. Freud said flying dreams represent sexual desire. Others say romance and liberation. Think Superman squiring Lois Lane through the friendly skies without a plane. But actually flying, falling—or skydiving—while having sex mid-air would be a pretty hair-raising experience, even for the completely shaved….So, in the scary sex spirit of Halloween, we welcome some guests from the more daredevil, don’t-try-this-at-home end of the human sexuality spectrum, a porn star pair that put members of the Mile High Club to shame when they dropped over two miles from a plane while having sex doggystyle in nothing but their parachutes and birthday suits. A more grounded sort of thrill-seeking adventure lands on stage once the fishnets fall away and the Hitachi, the Monkey Rocker, my magic dildonic vibrating broom, my magic fingers and the American flag all get mounted in a valiant, diligent and ultimately triumphant effort to squirt. Since a few other scheduled guests had bailed at the last minute due to food poisoning (nasty Halloween candy?) and zombie attacks, we also draft a few colorfully costumed studio audience members into featured guest seats. Trick or parachute!

Air Date: 10/22/2011 There’s nothing like a joyride on a nice hard broomstick to celebrate the witching season. And one wild, high-flying, enchanted joyride—with dizzying twists, turns, squirts and rolls in the corpses—is just what this show is. Opening with an invocation to witches through history and featuring all kinds of swallowing—from sword dildos to real 27-inch swords—as well as masturbation, golden showers, spanking, fetish Barbie dolls and hilarious, insightful, explosive Weapons of Mass Discussion from my many sexy, lively, dead and undead guests, this Halloweenish show is more fun than a hearse-full of porn stars.

Air Date: 10/15/2011 The horse is a powerful sexual symbol, from knights on white horses rescuing and ravishing beautiful damsels to Zoo-ish perversities involving the stallion’s enormous member. The half-human/half-horse centaurs of ancient Greek mythology were notoriously libidinous, and I know I’m not the only woman who’s climaxed with a muscular steed galloping between my thighs (it’s not about the dick, darling; it’s about the rib cage). The Peter Shaffer play Equus explores the conflation of sex, religion and horses—mostly stallions. The mare is the adult female horse. And then there is the filly (not to be confused with my hometown of Philly), the younger female horse, who lends her name, like the pony, the chick, the bird, the bitch and the pussy, to any sexy young woman with a tail worth chasing. The fine fillies in this show, some of whom hail from lesbian erotica-oriented Filly Films, go buck-wild, turning the Womb Room into a romping rodeo of unbridled girly sex. Because hay may be for horses, but getting-the-freak-on is for fillies.

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?

Though last week at the Speakeasy began with a shocking betrayal (more on that later), things took a sweet turnaround when the Bonobo Gang, friends and lovers stepped out in our big black Obama bus to the 40th anniversary party at the Pleasure Chest, helping men, women and everyone in between hump comfortably since the 1970’s. And though we are still trying to repair the damage left in the toxic wake of our ex-producer’s rampaging exit, it’s nice to be able to take a break from all that to do a stimulating RadioSUZY1 show exploring the fine art of teaserama. That is, teasing…and pleasing, from saucy and retro to freaky and nouveau, where fetish meets burlesque for a body shot. Tonight’s guests range from blood orgy vamps who pierce themselves for your pleasure right on the air, to a whipped cream pie-playing, topless, cheesecake-style pin-up, burlesque dancer. Because why throw a pie in a face when you can slap it on some pretty titties and then lick it off?

It’s Eros Day, which means the stars and the gods are aligned in celebration of sex, as this day marks the annual entry of the penile-shaped and boulder-balled planetoid, appropriately named EROS-433, into Earth’s orbit—and of course, the Womb Room. I thought that since our 13th annual Eros Day celebration happened to fall on the same day as the AVN Awards, it wouldn’t be so hot. Oh Eros, was I wrong about that, as Eros Day XIII turns out to be one of our hottest, juiciest Eros Days in history, featuring an extraordinary multi-orgasmic, multi-squirting, mattress-bouncing, mama-loving, truly Olympian, non-stop sex performance from real-life married couple Jeremy Conway and Lyla Storm as divine lovers Eros and Venus, climaxing with a sizzling concert by Lil Uno of The Pack accompanied by his biggest little fan, my Eros-inspired producer Tasia Sutor..