By Dr. Susan Block Just the Tip (for now)… THANK YOU, Brothers and Sisters of Bonoboville, for giving Capt’n Max and me such a fantastic, orgiastic, bacchanalian and bonoboësque 24th wedding anniversary send-off from such a pleasure-packed, endorphin-high Womb Room! Thank you for wearing lavender (especially by accident) in observance of the 24th. Thank you for playing your mellifluous musical instruments, strumming our strings, tickling our keys and dancing through our garden naked and free.

by Dr. Susan Block Other couples might have billion-dollar bank accounts, million-mile upgrades or thousand-carat his-and-her diamond rings, but nobody throws a gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters, orgiastic, female-empowered, Felliniesque, bonoboesque blast of a 26th wedding anniversary bacchanalia like we do. Some of the world’s greatest porn stars, best-selling authors, singers, swingers, fellow Yalies, nude wrestlers, cultural icons, leading FemDoms and scions of century-old Hollywood dynasties come together (literally) in my Womb Room Chapel at the Little Church of Bonoboville to celebrate the longevity of love, lust and lawfully-wedded marriage, bonobo-style, with Capt’n Max and me.

by Dr. Susan Block. The past is quite imperfect, and the future looks like an über-scary clown, but Bonoboville lights up the crossroads with an off-the-charts fantastic, orgiastic and very Happy New Year’s Eve. It’s a night of communal ecstasy, collective joy, bonoboësque spirit, rainbow-ësque diversity, resistance to oppression from all directions and pure pleasure… with a little bit of pain. Featuring a galaxy of porn stars, pundits, singers, swingers and LA’s most preeminent pro-Dommes, we spank out the old annus (and anus) and flog in a very Happy Nude Rear, as we ride the magical orgasmical Sybian into a deliriously climactic 2017.

by Dr. Susan Block. In honor of human pet specialist Madame Margherite’s emergence into the world, our theme for this show is Animal Play, the Bonobo Way. With dance, romance, roleplay, cake, communion, spankings, a sparkling butt plug and a multi-orgasmic, squirting Motorbunny ride, we unleash our inner animals with a roar, a purr, a moan, a squeal, a growl and shrieks of animalistic delight. And it feels good. We humans are animals, of course, although we often forget that we are, and most of mainstream religions try to tell us we aren’t. This can really screw up our sexuality, our emotions, our politics and our environment; just check out the fake news and the real news, and you know what I mean.

by Dr. Susan Block Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Sexe! Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Joyeux Jour Bastille! Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais “Happy Bastille Day!” Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners… Mes frères et Mes Soeurs, Mes Amours et Mes Pécheurs…

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s My Birthday! And in the midst of the Coronapocalypse, galvanizing Black Lives Matter protests, cowardly Drumpf depravities, sadistic police attacks and “Lady G” outings, I find myself surrounded by friends and lovers (in-studio and in a Zoom Party!), some decked out in Tutti Frutti rainbows of Bonobo Gay Pride, others in their birthday suits, to celebrate the day I emerged. What a Powerhouse of Pleasure Stars: pro-Domme Madame Mina De Sade-Fatale, sapiosexual porn star Riley Reyes, MFA/artist Rhiannon Aarons, and pansensual power couple—acclaimed actress Danièle Watts (Django Unchained, Weeds, etc.) and Rawkstar Chef Be*Live—who look like they’re Zooming through a tropical acid trip into Bonoboville for the occasion, plus my own Ass. Prod. Sunshine McWane, wearing nothing but a few ribbons as my “birthday present.” In the mid-20th century, we had the Baby Boom; now it’s the Baby Zoom.

by Dr. Susan Block We gather together in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Church of Bonoboville where we worship all the gods and goddesses, “just in case,” as Prince Max says, we find that one or two of them are real when we cross over from this life to whatever lies beyond. “Just in case…” is our mantra. There are infinite possibilities for “The Infinite.” So, come, let us pray…. and cum, let us play! This is Bonoboville, after all, at the Dr. Susan Block Institute of Faith-Based Sex. We may or may not be Children of God, but we are all Children of Sex. Hallelujah, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners. Sex is what brings us into this world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while.

by Dr. Susan Block. Brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners: a socio-sapiosexual milestone has been reached, and an erotic barricade has been breached. Though we’ve done almost a dozen shows in the new Bonoboville of the verdant hills, in this twelfth night of show nights on the Greatest Sexuality Show on Earth, our little Love Church of the Bonobo Way is baptized, verily, by the Holy Waters, the revelatory tongues, the sacred juiciness and spectacular lovemaking of that SUZY-award-winning “Most Bonobo Couple” of bonobo couples, Danièle Watts and Chef Be*Live.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s almost DomCon 2018, and my Womb Room goes wild with impact play orgasms, electric flogging, snaketail-whipping, four kinds of spanking, three types of twerking, and a big naked birthday cake splosh. It’s also smack in the middle of 4/20 Weekend. Boom Shiva! The world is getting crazier, but at least now we’ve got legalized weed to self-medicate (until Jeff Sessions’ goons arrest us all). Speaking of the world, it’s also the day before Earth Day, so…

by Dr. Susan Block In the coming Trumpocalypse, we may all need to wear gasmasks, perhaps as often as we now wear raincoats or sunglasses. Of course, there is no way to prepare for the whimsical Trumpanzee, but if he keeps his promises to gut the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency), so he and his billionaire boys club can pussy-grab Mother Earth, we’re all in for some toxic times.