by Dr. Susan Block It’s our last live DrSuzy.Tv broadcast of 2017, a year that was awesome and awful, terrific and terrible—or Trumpible, if you will, since much of the terror was caused by the Trumpus. Whether you loved or hated it, this year is in the rear (for my full year-in-review and unadulterated thoughts on the unbonobo presidunce and erotic resistance, see #GoBonobos in 2018, also in Counterpunch). Thus, with a fond farewell to this year’s 45 sensational shows, a Merry New Year and a very Happy Nude Rear to all, we present the 2017 SUZY awards.

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.

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 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.