It was thus that I found myself engaged in a warm, convivial chat about true love, deep faith and lasting marriage with one of the sunny icons of my long-lost youth, “The Love Boat” captain himself, Gavin MacLeod, now a Princess Cruises ambassador, devout Christian, loving husband of his wife Patti for almost 40 years, and the author of This Is Your Captain Speaking: My Fantastic Voyage through Hollywood, Faith & Life. Gavin and I had corresponded via Twitter the day before, so I knew he wanted to chat and, true to his “Love Boat” character (Captain Merrill Stubbing), he enthusiastically complimented me on my “Marilyn” skirt and Charo-like top, gave me a big avuncular hug and kiss on the cheek as he told me how Jesus saved his marriage. When I later introduced him to my own captain and husband of 22 years, Capt’n Max (another “love legend” as publisher of the iconic Love Magazine “where fantasy and reality meet”), he welcomed me back like an old cruise ship mate. No wonder Gavin MacLeod’s a legend. What a charmer.

by Dr. Susan Block There’s a big bully in town, and he’s picking on porn stars, but you could be next. Seriously, you could, and you will, unless you—that is, we—stop him. The bully is one Michael Weinstein, CEO of the LA-based AIDS Healthcare Foundation (AHF), wannabe California Sex Czar, a Mafia boss for the New Age Nanny State. Herr Weinstein’s latest nonconsensual gambit into our bedrooms is the atrocious, expensive, misleading, nonsensical and downright tyrannical California Proposition 60, on the ballot November 8th. Pretending to “protect” adult performers by requiring that they wear condoms, Prop 60 actually would force them to either leave the state, go underground or don the equivalent of hazmat suits while having sex, even if they are a married, monogamous couple

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.

Yes indeed, this show is the ultimate tuneful top-off to a wonder-filled 24th wedding anniversary week of bacchanalian celebration with bonoboësque friends, lovers, lawyers, icons and porn stars, and an almost continuous stream of music (traditional symbol of 24th wedding anniversaries)—from rap to classical to improvisational to “Making Whoopy” on the ukulele—transporting us to new heights of sublime ear-otica, compliments of the effervescent, eclectic jazz of Elvis Schoenberg and members of The Orchestre Surreal.

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.

7 Steps to Healing from Electoral Dysfunction + Trumpocalypse Prep & #NoProp60 Celebration in Bonoboville by Dr. Susan Block As Election 2016 finally heaves itself across the finish line, some celebrate while others mourn. Here in Bonoboville, we do both. We celebrate the glorious and just defeat of California Prop 60 which we worked our sexy butts off to beat, in an erotic rainbow of ways. And we mourn, oh yes, we mourn (most of us in black, sporting Brexit-inspired safety pins) for the seemingly moribund America of our sex-positive, multicultural, environmentally conscious, interracial, gender-equal dreams.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Summer Solstice Eve, the night before the longest day of the year, when the golden sun shines longest upon the Northern Hemisphere, and my featured guest is one of the sunniest personalities in porn: Nina Hartley. From her golden halo of blonde hair to her signature, round, bouncy butt, not to mention her beaming smile, bright repartee and radiant sex-positivity, Nina shines like the summer sun, so it’s no wonder she lights up this show with fun and sexual wisdom.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Summer Solstice Eve, the night before the longest day of the year, when the golden sun shines longest upon the Northern Hemisphere, and my featured guest is one of the sunniest personalities in porn: Nina Hartley. From her golden halo of blonde hair to her signature, round, bouncy butt, not to mention her beaming smile, bright repartee and radiant sex-positivity, Nina shines like the summer sun, so it’s no wonder she lights up this show with fun and sexual wisdom. On a mission to promote the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Alliance, which is on a mission to “affirm sexual freedom as a fundamental human right” Nina is accompanied by fellow Woodhull board member (and former Young Republican), Danny O’Neill. They’re excited about Woodhull’s upcoming “Summit,” to be held August 14-17, 2015 in Alexandria, Virginia, a long, lusty, sapiosexual weekend of discussions, seminars, networking events, trainings, parties and, of course, orgies (what’s sexual freedom without orgies?)—like last year, only bigger, better and more orgiastic, right by our nation’s capital.

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 the eve of the Chinese New Year, and we’re having a lovely sushi dinner on DrSuzy.Tv. Actually, the dinner—fine vegan sushi from Ralph’s—isn’t nearly as lovely as the dinner plate: a beautiful naked woman. And yes, sushi is Japanese, but it is said to have been invented in Southeast Asia, migrating through South China before reaching Japan where it was recreated by Chef Hanaya Yohei as the nineteenth century’s version of Tokyo Fast Food. History or mystery, ringing in the New Year of the Monkey (we’re always up for a good celebration) with a bonoboësque banquet of seaweed, cucumber, carrot, ginger, avocado, wasabi and white rice decorating the clean clear skin of a beautiful naked woman feels festive, if not strictly authentic.