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

Holy Orgasms, Batman! From a Caped Crusader Leather Daddy to twin Harley Quinns, Tony Stark spanking Pepper Potts, and a naked Rainbowscum princess riding the Motorbunny like a Batmobile gone wild, Kink Month 3 on DrSuzy.Tv takes the exhibitionistic art of cosplay to superheroic heights. Once again, on the little wooden stage of the Womb Room (our variation on the Bat Cave) at the Church of The Bonobo Way in the part mythical/part real town of BOOnoBOOville, we redefine the meaning of Commedia Erotica, this time in terms of cosplay, aka “costume roleplay.”

by Dr. Susan Block “Poly on Wry” is a tasty triple-decker sandwich of polyamorous possibilities, blended households, zesty triads, alphabetized polycules (poly/molecules), designer relationships (with a hat tip to Ken Haslam), open marriages, bonoboësque friends-with-benefits, bachelors-with-girlfriends, girlfriends-with-dating-contests, Dominant/submissive partnerships, kinky alliances, spicy swing parties and other non-conventional sexual arrangements.

Having just survived an evil showerhead’s precipitous fall on my poor defenseless big toe, leaving me partially immobilized, unable to even walk (at least not in my skyscraper heels), I commence this show as a shoeless damsel-in-distress desperately seeking a superhero to save me from… another falling showerhead? A terrorist attack? Antonin Scalia’s toxic sour grapes? Whatever the villain, my superhero is here and her name is Ari Dee, a stunning 5’8” provocateur, webcam performance artist and superhero extraordinaire. All dressed up as one of her favorite Comicon personas, Robin the Boy Wonder (Batman’s sidekick and Bruce Wayne’s not-so-secret gay lover), Ari flies into my broadcast bed and, unleashing her potent Weapons of Mass Seduction, saves me from 90 minutes of fussing over my fucked up foot. Instead we chat about her love of comics, cosplay, growing up in Oklahoma, her pansexuality and her fans’ fetishes (more on that in a minute), leading up to a lusty boobalicious round of Bonoboville Communion and Ari’s virgin Sybian ride!

By Dr. Susan Block It’s our 23rd year of lawfully wedded love and lust, and Capt’n Max and I start the celebration early, just the two of us “partying like bonobos” in bed, climaxing in each other’s arms, the arms we’ve gotten to know so well but, happily, never tired of, lo these 23+ years. Wild and kinky as we are, we’re also very much married, sharing and being “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the romance that just seems to deepen and grow between us as we age. But no couple is an island. Certainly, we aren’t! As much as we cherish our two-way intimacy, we need our Bonoboville community to keep us from going insane or letting our monogamy turn to monotony. One reason our “monogamish” (with a hat tip to Dan Savage and the forthcoming Tao Ruspoli film of that name) marriage seems to work is that we share our love, lust and romance with our Bonoboville of friends, lovers and interesting strangers.

It’s my darling prime mate Capt’n Max’s biggest birthday bash yet, a rousing re-opening of the “Speakeasy” at Bonoboville in West LA, a slightly bumpy-but-über-fun first live broadcast from the new studios and an exuberant, orgasmic and fiery launch for The Bonobo Way – FREE on Kindle November 12-15! And no, you needn’t have a Kindle to take advantage; you can download a free Kindle app so you can read it on any smartphone, iThing, tablet or computer. Note: if you’re one of the fine folks who bought, received or wrangled a signed first edition print copy, you should still get the Free Kindle anyway because that’s where you’ll see the amazing full-color photos of both bonobo and human apes in action

It’s my birthday! Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

My broadcast bed is transformed into a launch pad for Anthony Winn’s fabulous new series of Stripperella comic books, Angela Sommer’s gorgeous new site and a total orgasmic blast-off aboard our brand new Sybian–the wild mechanical bull of vibrators. Whoever said that diamonds were a girl’s best friend has clearly never rubbed up against one of these babies.

What a night! What an epic orgiastic celebration, an ecstatic affirmation and a grand finale to a really great run of DrSuzy.tv shows, salons, parties, pranks, commedia erotica and the most exciting “underground” events in the history of Downtown LA. What an awesome multi-orgasmic orgy!

It’s my birthday! Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

June is busting out all over Bonoboville. As the original Rodgers & Hammerstein song goes, “June is busting out all over…The moonlight is shining on the shore…and the girls who were contrary with the boys in January, aren’t nearly so contrary anymore!” Not that the ladies of Bonoboville were very contrary in January, February, and certainly not the merry Masturbation Month of May, but for this 1st hotter-than-a-heat-wave night of June, they really bust out some sizzling confessions, screaming orgasms and some very boobalicious busts!

It’s a road trip to Vegas! But it’s not your typical Vegas road trip. We’ll skip the usual temples of slots and craps and enter a different kind of temple—the Erotic Heritage Museum. We’ll meet the very remarkable Dr. Ted McIlvenna and some of the amazing, very sexy women who bring it all together. We’ll celebrate a personal milestone in sex education and investigate the great mysteries of human sexuality—from ancient deflowering tools to a real-time orgy in the RV! We’ll explore the function of art and the meaning of love. And we’ll see if a lifetime of gambling—not with chips, but with passion—can pay off…with a Big Win in Vegas... To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

After the extreme highs and lows of our insane Purim Bacchanal, it’s time for a little recovery and healing… sexual healing. It’s something we all need, from the Vatican to the Speakeasy, from the hopeless to the Popeless, from Marvin Gaye to 50 Shades of Grey, from inside to outside DrSuzy.tv… we all have sexual energy, and one way or another, it’s going to have to come out. Hopefully in a nice big load!.. or at least in beautiful, positive, healthy, peace-through-pleasure ways. Otherwise it can manifest in ugly, negative, violent, hypocritical ways. This show and the joyous, healing orgy that follows channels that energy into where it is best, most naturally suited… sexual pleasure!

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?

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.

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?