by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month climaxes with a Happy Halloween 2017 in BOOnoBOOville bubbling up from a Witch’s Brew of FemDoms, kinksters, a domesticated alligator and a giant Trumpkin Pumpkin under gag order with a gourd. I open the show with my personal Samhain standard: Scary Sex: A Halloween Poem, while “riding” around the Womb Room on my Magic Dildonic Vibrating Broom: a dildo, vibrator, spanking paddle, sweeper and costume prop all in one.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Kink Month 3 in BOOnoBOOville, Smoketober 2017, and the whirling winds of autumn are upon us, stirring up kinky Halloween dreams and the alchemy of scary sex. Scary sex can be fun, but only when it’s consensual fantasy roleplay, not when it’s a nonconsensual reality, and some pussy-grabbing creep chooses to assault you; that’s not fun. At. All.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month II, 2017, on DrSuzy.Tv, creeps up and pounces on its prey like a pussycat crossed with a tiger. Thus unfolds “The Revenge of the Pussies”—cats, kittens, leopards, lions, tigers, vulva puppets, and real live vaginas—against the power-mad Pussygrabbers of the World, especially the scary-clown, jack-o’-lantern-colored Pussygrabber-in-Chief who sits, spewing “Fire and Fury” and trash from our White House, thanks to our state of electoral dysfunction.

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month 2017 kicks off, spanks down, chats it up and climaxes on the Motorbunny in BOOnoBOOville with sexpots, sexperts and kinksters galore.by Dr. Susan Block From clinical sexologist and Sex-Positive LA director, Dr. Laurie Bennett-Cook to “bi geek” porn starlet, Gracie May Green, her gal pal Amilia Onyx, a snake named Zeus, our old friend Maya, our own fabulous Gypsy Bonobo, Ikkor the Wolf, Jacquie Blu, Capt’n Max, and our Trumpocalypse Therapy spanking puppet (this week, we spank him with a roll of paper towels), Dotard Drumpf, a kinky congregation gathers together in the Womb Room Cathedral of Kink-Positivity and inclusivity

by Dr. Susan Block Wankers, spankers, filmmakers and pornstars gather together in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Church of Bonoboville to wind up Self-Love September, break the Yom Kippur fast (well, I was breaking the fast) and kick off Kink Month with stimulating talk about masturbation education, a sensuous topless Bonoboville Communion and an orgasmic, remote-controlled ride on the Motorbunny.

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 With everything even crazier and Nazi-er than last week, it takes a congregation of sister-resisters, rappers and porn stars to theatrically engage the insanity of the political moment, as well as escape into bliss, the Bonobo Way. That is exactly the kind of group we assemble here in the Womb Room Cathedral of the Worldwide Church of Bonoboville: trans porn legend Kourtney van Wales, “barely legal” porn starlet Veronica Valentine, anti-Trump activist and cultural anthropologist Susan Cooper, rapper extraordinaire Ikkor the Wolf, our own beloved Gypsy Bonobo, Jacquie Blu and the truth-talking Capt’n Max. We also have our Trump voodoo doll, aka “Putin’s Puppet,” the big plush-toy dick with a tiny penis and Trump’s tangerine face, now also sporting a Hitler mustache and a KKK style DUNCE cap.

by Dr. Susan Block Surviving the Trumpocalypse, without losing your marbles or your morals, or falling victim to Post-Trump Sex Disorder, involves a balance of engagement and escape. We explore both on this show, engaging in a stimulating discussion of the real and “fake” news as well as escaping from that disturbing, discombobulating cauldron of dystopian disinformation with some excellent entertainment in the realms of hooping, magic, breast therapy and erotic romance.

by Dr. Susan Block At the tail end of this overheated, Trumpocalyptic summer week, we really need to chill out with some good sex and cuddles, the Bonobo Way. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, the “fire and fury” flowed out of the gaping mouth of the Mango Mussolini like lava from a vermillion volcano, spreading molten threats around the world of going nuclear on North Korea, invading Venezuela and bombing ISIS in the Philippines; and then back to North Korea to sputter on about how his first fiery threats were just not fiery enough.

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 What an effervescent intersection of artistic expression—politics, parody, music and sex—featuring some of the fantastic “Resistance Art,” artists, movers and booty-shakers of TAWDRY: Art with Teeth, the exhibit opening this coming Saturday at the Hive in DTLA. Plus, we celebrate our beloved Gypsy’s birthday in bawdy bonoboësque style with a bunch of beauteous, bare boobies and some very sensuous Bonoboville Communions. And man, oh man-child, do we whack tRUMP!

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s the G-10 Summit in the Womb Room of Bonoboville. We come together from all over this great country of ours, from New Hampshire, Michigan, Minnesota, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and several counties in the Golden State of California. We are brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, raised in a variety of great and not-so-great American temples and churches (Mormon, Lutheran, Adventist, Jewish and Wiccan, to name a few). We are artists and exhibitionists, voyeurs and connoisseurs, kinksters and couples, porn stars and presidents.

by Dr. Susan Block Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité…Sexualité! Joyeux Quatorze Juillet! Joyeux le Jour de Gloire! Joyeux Jour Bastille! Ou comme nous disons dans l’anglais “Happy Bastille Day!” And what a Happy Bastille Day Saturday night it is in BonoboVille. Not that it goes according to plan, not my plan anyway. As I’ve often observed, even the best-laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned. One featured guest can’t make it, but someone new fills in, and the show fairly vibrates joy, sex, fun, wisdom, politics, la résistance erotique, coquettes and baguettes (which make great spanking paddles!), as well as three screaming orgasms on the Motorbunny, the Bonoboville equivalent to the “storming of the Bastille.”

by Dr. Susan Block It’s over 90 degrees in the Garden of Bonoboville, and my guests really turn up the heat with smoking hot naked bodies and blazing enthusiasm. This show sizzles, glows, power-plays and then explodes in your mouth, among other places, into a delicious icing-splosh orgy!

by Dr. Susan Block Happy Birthday, USA! Even though our country has been hijacked by a clown car of incompetent plutocrats being giddily driven off the rails by Clown-in-Chief Kim Jong Trump, we can—and, in my opinion, should—still celebrate America’s Birthday. And this we do, with a fabulous fiesta of flaming sparklers, poppers, Old Glory in all her glory, a tribute to Wonder Woman, a Cosmo 69 demo and orgasmic squirting fireworks on the Motorbunny.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Summer Solstice time, aka Midsummer, when Earth’s northern hemisphere basks in the most sunlight of the year. Time to get away from the computer, the grind, the fake news and all things Trump. Tis the season of warm nights, Sex on the Beach (the drink and the activity), sexy witches flying the friendly skies… and magic. For the magic, on our first show after the Summer Solstice, we have a magician and a Motorbunny. And though we don’t pull a rabbit out of a hat, we do pull an orgasm—or four!—out of the Motorbunny. We’re also treated to some enchanting magic tricks by our featured guest, sleight-of-hand artist, Jack Murdock.

by Dr. Susan Block We had so much birthday fun last week, we just have to celebrate another one! And wouldn’t you know: it just happens to be the “29th” anniversary of Lifestyle FemDom and now Sanctuary Pro-Domme Mistress Liz’s emergence into the world. And then there’s Trump. With the Orange One’s ongoing, annoying, unnerving shenanigans, we desperately need Trumpocalypse Therapy in the form of parody. Besides good sex, laughter is the best medicine for a world gone bonkers. Bonkerville is just outside the city limits of Bonoboville.

by Dr. Susan Block. Wow. What a birthday. What a bacchanal of beauty, bonobo love, music, laughter, spanking and rejuvenating sex with a capital X. Amen and Awomen. Praise be to the power and glory of sex. It keeps you young. And you keep me young, brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners of Inner and Greater Bonoboville. At least, you keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party, un feliz cumpleaños, un buon cumpleanno, yom hooledet sameyach, un joyeux anniversaire, an ecstatic orgiastic celebration of life, a Festival of Eros, with a nod of respect to Thanatos, and a very happy birthday to remember through any remaining birthdays I have left on this Earth. Thank you, Bonoboville—my awesome staff (see bottom of this blog), guests, readers, listeners, viewers and patrons—for everything you do that makes this crazy, kinky, wonderful life possible.

I’m bound for DomCon LA 2017! And there’s a lot to do to get ready: Packing latex, canes, dildos, books! Spoiler alert: This is an often-interrupted rehearsal for my talk on The Bonobo Way: FemDoms of the Wild. The real thing (no fake news!) will be at the Hilton LAX this Saturday, May 20 at High Noon. Come one, Come all or just Come (Merry Masturbation Month)!

by Dr. Susan Block This show really hits the spot! Yes indeed, like a great massage for the body, mind and spirit (including school spirit), it hits a lot of spots: sex, politics, parody, poetry, punishment, lapdance, domination, education, masturbation, an amazing, very explicit gynecological demonstration and an ecstatic sapiosexual celebration—the kind you can only experience (as far as I know) in a place we call Bonoboville.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s Earth Day in Bonoboville, and an effervescent mix of fabulous FemDoms, Science Marchers, sex therapists, a rapper and a reunited family from my distant past gather together in my Womb Room to celebrate, confess long-held secrets, plan political actions, gag Big Baby Trump with a penis pacifier, lick sacred salt from luscious nipples and erotically ritualize our deep connection to our collective Mother, the Earth.

by Dr. Susan Block Easter Bunnies and Passover Kinksters gather together in my Womb Room to celebrate the erotic, often pagan roots of the Judeo-Christian Rites of Spring. Officiating in my priestly robes, tallit, cross (given to me by a devout Catholic sex therapy client), Star of David (woven for me by Twin Towers inmates from the threads of their prison uniforms), “Lox et Veritas” g-string, “Love Me, Kiss Me, Marry Me” thigh highs and Easter Bunny ears, I, the Irreverend Dr. Susan Block, channel the spirit of The Great Bonobo Spring Easter Bunny Alien Matzah Goddess.

by Dr. Susan Block The 25th wedding anniversary is a big one, awarding the couple a silver “loving cup” in honor of fulfilling their marriage vows for a distinguished number of spins around the sun. Celebrating the 25th feels like gaining admittance into an elite club of veteran couples of all kinds, from reactionaries to revolutionaries, from Mike and Karen Pence (together since 1985) to Keith Richards and Patti Hansen (since 1983) to us (since 1992!); this imaginary couples club is made up of people who really don’t have anything in common at all, except being married more than 25 years.

by Dr. Susan Block Breaking News: Donald J. Trump quits the presidency, calling it “sad,” “disgraceful” and “unfair,” to start a new TV channel that will “make television great again!” April Fool’s (of course)! That might well happen, but not soon enough—and obviously, not on April Fool’s Day when we broadcast this show live. Unfortunately, the Big Fool-in-Chief is still in the White House, sucking all the fun out of April Fools’ jokes, because there are few jokes bigger than him. Who could parody his April Fool’s Day tweets? They’re already a presidential parody, one ranting against “the failing NY Times” as “fake news” for which we should “change libel laws” (Capt’n Max has a very personal bone to pick with that one), another praising the news reporting of John Layfield whose Twitter profile credits him primarily as the “longest reigning WWE Champ in Smackdown TV history.” It’s all just Don-foolery, until you remember… the joke’s on us.

by Dr. Susan Block Two of the most gorgeous (inside and out) and glorious flowers of womanhood to bloom upon the planet, Penthouse Pets Layla Sin and Christiana Cinn, bring Spring to Bonoboville on DrSuzy.Tv. Ambassadors for peace, love, female empowerment, male pleasure, great sex and sensuality, these “Pet Sisters” in “Sin” (and Cinn) use their formidable Weapons of Mass Seduction—charm, wit, warmth and their own exquisite bodies—to spread the good news of the Penthouse Philosophy and Penthouse Global Media, including Penthouse Variations, which has just published three excellent new erotica books, Quickies, Three-Ways and Anal, with Cleis Press.

by Dr. Susan Block Purims in Bonoboville tend to be a cross between a Sunday school play and an orgy of Biblical proportions. This Purim is all of that and then some, beginning with a Porny Purimspiel featuring the brave, bawdy and utterly unrehearsed Commedia Erotica players, with stand-out performances by Jewish porn icon Ron Jeremy as Pimpin’ Cousin Mordecai, and voluptuous archivist Rhiannon Aarons as a saucy, stripped and whipped Vashti, and climaxing with Vashti climaxing all over Mordecai’s righteous kosher schlong… as the waters of the Red Sea gush forth.

by Dr. Susan Block Art can instigate or pacify, “comfort the afflicted,” in the immortal words of Finley Peter Dunne, “or afflict the comfortable.” Two of the most compelling and controversial subjects that art can address are sex and death. Tackling these touchy topics in their respective artworks are my first two guests, mixed media artist Sara Lurie and tattoo and poster artist Howard Teman. Both depict very sexy—as well as a few rather unsexy—naked bodies and body parts, political and religious symbols, themes of erotic bondage, blow jobs, guns, blood, spiders, scorpions, a braid of hair that turns into a hang man’s noose, and a few notable celebrities in compromising positions, including JFK between Marilyn’s legs. My third guest, sexpot socialite Amor Hilton, is grappling with the loss of her friend, Christina Dolce, aka “Forbidden,” dubbed the “Queen of Myspace” by Vanity Fair in 2006; now dead of liver failure at 35.

by Dr. Susan Block We skipped the screwed-up Oscars for that branch of the Entertainment Industry that shows people getting screwed in a good way. While the Academy’s grand “Best Picture” winner announcement was being monumentally flubbed by pompous Price-Waterhouse-Coopers accountants (or maybe hacked by the Russians?) in #Envelopegate, the stars of the Golden Age of Adult Cinema, produced by theatrical impresario David Bertolino, performed their show about the bawdy “backside” of Old Hollywood with grace, humor, no embarrassing flubs and a refreshingly mature sexuality.

by Dr. Susan Block. What a lovely, long, luscious Valentine’s Day weekend; from broadcasting live at the Golden Age of Adult Cinema with porn stars of the 1970s and 80s to a romantic, orgasmic Silver anniversary V-Day with my Valentine on Venice Beach… a place which, in many ways, has never left the 1970s and 80s.

by Dr. Susan Block Friends, Romans, FemDoms, lend me your ears! I cum to bury Valentine’s Day (not to praise it)… and to resurrect the Lupercalia for modern times. Lupercalia is the original holiday of the heart, the wild municipal whipping party referenced most famously in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, which the Catholic Church sanitized and Hallmark commercialized into what we now call Valentine’s Day.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s February, so-named for the februa, leather strips that the ancient Roman Lupercalians would wield across hot palms and willing behinds, flogging and whipping the populace into a sexual frenzy that would very often lead to a baby boom nine months later.

by Dr. Susan Block. Erotic poets, dramatic actors, a rapper, stripper and a “drag queen Uber driver” gather together in our multi-denominational, mega-sensational Church of Bonoboville to take Communion and serve up tastes of their sexy performance art, as we celebrate the Chinese “Year of the Rooster,” aka “Cock” (aka “Dickhead”), joining thousands of protestors in airport terminals throughout this great land to decry the deplorable new Dick-tator with small dick syndrome.

by Dr. Susan Block Oh, what a show! After that dreary, dreadful inauguration of America’s scary new Clown-in-Chief and the closing of Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey, Bonoboville busts out the perfect antidote with a sensational, spectacular “Anti-Inaugural Circus,” featuring human animals and party animals, Bonobo Way book-spankings and Bonoboville Communion, rousing speeches and arousing striptease, an über-orgasmic Sybian ride and a breathtaking, sparkling climax with four hot ladies giving Trump a series of Golden Showers.

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 Merry Christmas, Brothers and Sisters! Chag Sameach Hanukkah! Merry Muhammed’s Birthday! Happy Pancha Ganapati! Bountiful Bodhi Day! Happy Kwanza! And Happy Merry Sexy Sun Birthday! Did I leave anybody’s favorite winter holiday out? All Holidays Matter. See, this is why sometimes—War on Christmas, Peace on Earth or Satanic Solstice—it’s easier and more inclusive to just say “Happy Holidays.”

by Dr. Susan Block Bonoboville rejoices in Winter Solstice 2016 with a medley of Elvis ♩ tunes ♫ passionately performed by our favorite Elvis Presley tribute artist, Smokey Binion, Jr. , coupled with a fabulous foot-worshipping birthday party for Madam Raven Rae.

by Dr. Susan Block Gathered together in our Womb Room, a multi-colored congregation of pundits and porn stars, journalists and fetishists, monogamists and polyamorists, singers and swingers, vamps and veterans, from Hollywood to Tehran, faces the impending Trumpocalypse with lively discussion, Bonoboville Communion, erotic play, music, laughter, striptease… and protective gas masks, just in case.

by Dr. Susan Block With a splosh of whipped cream and a squirt of raw cuisine, a pie in the butt and a tsunami of goo, this show takes the cake, the croissant and the marshmallow fluff, bringing the art, enjoyment and fetish of “sploshing” to bonoboësque heights of sweet messy delight. We also digress from the culinary mayhem into sapiosexual discourses on the meaning of food, sex and “messiness” in our civilized lives, as well as totally non-splosh-related dialogues about the fine art of photography, grooving live music, some riveting spoken-word, politics-as-unusual on the edge of the Trumpocalypse and a call for all to “heal the homeless,” as the homeless help us with our own healing during this queasy, uneasy holiday season. Don’t Play With Your Food!

by Dr. Susan Block The holidays can feel like riding an emotional roller coaster, bringing us to the heights of joy and the depths of sadness, anger and desire, profound vulnerability and the ultimate ecstatic fulfillment. And that just about sums up my Thanksgiving/Spanksgiving weekend, rolling through ups and downs that almost make me lose my egg nog, but thankfully, climaxing on a high note of romantic ecstasy.

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.

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 “Remember, remember the 5th of November,” quotes the classic “V for Vendetta,” one of several symbolic erotic themes for this effervescent gathering of artists, nudists, exhibitionists, rappers, comics, actors and sex rƎVO˩utionaries in the Womb Room of Bonoboville, LAX on November the 5th, 2016. From fiery speeches to anal art, boobie cake, naked masked dances, political comedy, Bonobo Way birthday-spankings and sexual confessions to Scorpio Communion, with this amazing show, to quote “V” again, “Together we give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.”

by Dr. Susan Block When the so-called normal world gets too crazy, stultifying or just plain stupid to bear, it’s great to be able to enter the beautiful, sapiosexual and teasingly unpredictable Erotic Theater of Bonoboville, share delicious, irreverent Communion with friends, lovers and sexy strangers, then haul out the toys, turn on the sex machine and play, play, PLAY!

by Dr. Susan Block Kink Month gets kinkier on the fourth great DrSuzy.Tv show of October, 2016—the year of the kinkiest, kookiest American election ever, with penis size, pussy-grabbing and Putin puppetry on the short-list of debate topics, and Fall’s witchy mysteries lurking in dark clouds overhead.