by Dr. Susan Block. It’s the second Saturday night of Self-Love September 2019 and, though the Internet imbues the month with exalted ideals of self-esteem, here on DrSuzy.Tv, we feel self-love needs a little self-pleasure to be fully loving and esteeming of the body, mind and soul. So let’s hear it for playing “strokemon,” beating the bishop, polishing the pearl, wanking, fapping and my fave, Firing the Surgeon General. Ah, dear Dr. Joycelyn Elders, if only, instead of making you resign, Bill Clinton had listened to you and just masturbated instead of spilling his presidential seed all over that blue dress, we might all be in a better place.

by Dr. Susan Block. The Bonobo Way is on its way back to AASECT, the biggest, most esteemed sex therapy and education conference in the world. \AASECT 2019 Here We Come! I’ve been a member of AASECT, the American Association of Sex Educators, Counselors & Therapists, for over 15 years. Of course, I’m a little different from more conventional sex therapists. I’m a “Therapist Without Borders.” Though I respect AASECT certification, I choose not to get it for myself, so that I can continue conducting sex therapy and education “my way” which, in addition to more conventional sex therapy techniques, includes fantasy roleplay, guided masturbation, phone sex therapy, erotic theater therapy and other perfectly legal, but AASECT-forbidden practices.

by Dr. Susan Block. Funny how the last Saturday of Masturbation Month always falls in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend. How can such strange bedfellows coexist? Manhandle those hot dogs, boys! Mash those potatoes, ladies! Memorial Day signifies the start of summer, heating up with sexy fun and the sizzling smell of fresh barbeque. Of course, Memorial Day is also a requiem for the dead—the people who have been barbequed in America’s Perma-Wars. The American dead, that is. The other dead can get their own goddamn holiday, right? Memorial Day is for America’s dead soldiers. We are the Masturbation Nation serving the multi-nation corporations. And so, on this solemn sunny weekend, we salute the troops who have given the ultimate gift—their precious lives—for this corporation we call our nation. We appreciate their service, that is, the risk they take in the lottery known as the U.S. Armed Forces; join up and spin the roulette wheel to see if you wind up with veterans’ benefits or your head blown off!

by Dr. Susan Block. Easter bunnies gather ‘round the Seder table in the Womb Room for Easter Eve, the second night of Passover and 4/20 festivities in the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way in the Womb Room sanctuary of our new Bonoboville. Officiating in my Easter pastel pink and blue priestly robes, fringed tallit, a Medieval-style Christian cross and a Star of David (woven for me by Twin Towers inmates from the threads of their prison uniforms) around my neck, a “Lox et Veritas” g-string (made for a Sex Week at Yale when I spoke to the Chai Society), a Virgin of Guadalupe bracelet (given to me by Ana when I was in the hospital last year), a 420-green Agwa lei and matching JuxLeather finger flogger, big pink rabbit ears on my Easter hat and (off and on) Star-of-David shaped sunglasses, I, the Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, channel the spirit of the Great Bonobo Spring Easter Bunny 4/20 Matzah Goddess…

by Dr. Susan Block It’s our 27th wedding anniversary! Actually, it’s the day after our 27th wedding anniversary, which Capt’n Max and I spent together, just the two of us, gazing upon lush green and “purple mountain majesties” and saying corny things to each other about who loves whom “more.”

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s our first show in our new space! There’s a first time for everything, but there’s only one first time for anything. I may not believe Sade when she sings that it’s “Never As Good As the First Time,” but I will say you never get to have a second first time. This is it!