In a roiling sea of greed-driven, militaristic, misogynistic, racist, kleptocratic, ecocidal patriarchies, DomCon is an island of female empowerment, male well-being and peace through pleasure… with a little bit of pain. It’s the Comic-Con of kink, the Met Gala of BDSM and Game of Thrones without all the gross and gratuitous mass murder and mayhem… and even better outfits. But really, it’s so much more… it’s DomCon!

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 This is a dark show. How can it be light when there’s the brutal murder of a beautiful bonoboesque friend of mine, there’s the “death penalty for women who have abortions” bills sweeping the Red States like AR-15 fire in a crowded theater, there’s my attempt to help a caller who’s fighting his own erotic desires (and therefore me), there’s my painfully stopped-up sinuses and sheer exhaustion (recovering from DomCon), and there’s the big messy argument about presidential politics I get into during the last 17 minutes of the show with my beloved husband of 27 years, executive producer and partner in everything, Capt’n Max? I don’t want it to be a dark show. Indeed, I fight and try to deny the darkness just like that caller (Michael) fights and tries to deny his own desires… fruitlessly.

by Dr. Susan Block. Once again, The Bonobo Way is bound for DomCon LA, going for our fourth notch in the big, thick, silver-studded belt of the largest professional and lifestyle BDSM, kink and fetish convention in the world. Therefore, this live show is mostly a rehearsal for my talk, “The Bonobo Way: FemDoms of the Wild” which I am honored to have been invited to deliver to the good Mistresses, Madams, Masters, Goddesses, Queens, subbies and puppies of DomCon 2019 this coming Saturday at 1 PM PST in Room BI of the LAX Hilton Hotel.

by Dr. Susan Block. Did I spill wine all over myself at last Saturday’s Bunny 420 Passover, Honey? Because I’m decked out in burgundy everything for this show, from my big wine-colored hat (a gift from HBO) to my Manischewitz-colored high-heeled boots (another gift from a boot-fetish fan). What’s the favorite wine of a Jewish American Princess (JAP)? I wanna go to Miami! That’s an ancient joke, before climate change and corruption turned Miami Beach into an alligator and human lizard-infested swamp. Now maybe Palm Beach and Mar-A-Lago are places to whine for, but watch out for the sex-worker police! Emboldened by the rather loosely defined SESTA/FOSTA laws, they’re charging any woman with “human trafficking” if she accepts money from any man… for just about anything.

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.”