by Dr. Susan Block. It’s the second Saturday night of Self-Love September 2019 and, though the Internet imbues the month with exalted ideals of self-esteem, here on DrSuzy.Tv, we feel self-love needs a little self-pleasure to be fully loving and esteeming of the body, mind and soul. So let’s hear it for playing “strokemon,” beating the bishop, polishing the pearl, wanking, fapping and my fave, Firing the Surgeon General. Ah, dear Dr. Joycelyn Elders, if only, instead of making you resign, Bill Clinton had listened to you and just masturbated instead of spilling his presidential seed all over that blue dress, we might all be in a better place.

by Dr. Susan Block. I broadcast most of this show in the dark. It’s kind of freaky. There we are, all set to broadcast when, about a minute before showtime, all the power goes out, not just in the little Love Church of the Bonobo Way, not just in the new Village of Bonoboville—but in the whole goddamn neighborhood! No, I will not tell you which neighborhood. The Dr. Susan Block Show is broadcast live every Saturday night from an undisclosed location somewhere in Greater L.A.

by Dr. Susan Block. It’s still LGBTQ Pride Month, and I am a walking, talking, licking, sucking rainbow of love. Shout-out to the amazing Texas Geyser of Desire, bisexual squirting MILF Queen Deauxma, for giving me my slinky gay pride scarf. However, like many, I have noticed that Pride has gone corporate, and I have mixed feelings about that.

Holy Orgasms, Batman! From a Caped Crusader Leather Daddy to twin Harley Quinns, Tony Stark spanking Pepper Potts, and a naked Rainbowscum princess riding the Motorbunny like a Batmobile gone wild, Kink Month 3 on DrSuzy.Tv takes the exhibitionistic art of cosplay to superheroic heights. Once again, on the little wooden stage of the Womb Room (our variation on the Bat Cave) at the Church of The Bonobo Way in the part mythical/part real town of BOOnoBOOville, we redefine the meaning of Commedia Erotica, this time in terms of cosplay, aka “costume roleplay.”

by Dr. Susan Block Still “in recovery” from our sparks-flying, apeshit spectacular and downright exhausting Speakeasy Launch & B-Day Bacchanal, we chill out, snuggle, suckle and whip it up for the Bonobo Way in this intimate, sapiosexual, rainbow-colored show. Stimulating conversations on sex, relationships and politics flow through the night, along with a boobalicious Bonoboville Communion, bodacious big-butt twerking, spanking, lightning-like neon whipping and, as always, some much-needed Trumpocalypse therapy.

by Dr. Susan Block It’s mid-Masturbation Month in Bonoboville, and we celebrate the self-love season with a four-woman collective orgasmic squirting Motorbunny ride. American War Day It’s also Armed Forces Day (which even our own ex-military bonobos didn’t know about). Don’t we have enough military holidays? We’ve got Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day, Independence Day and now National Armed Forces Day. Why not just call it what it is: War Day. Or National Bomb Day? Drone Day? Killing Machine Appreciation Day?

by Dr. Susan Block Erin Go Bragh! And bragh-less. It’s St. Paddy’s Day, the Bonobo Way, and those naughty lassies or lads who are not wearing green get pinched, stripped, tied up, made to wear gas masks and spanked by lusty leprechauns and sexy Mistresses. With Irish green Agwa, we toast Stormy Daniels for tackling the Trumpus, and Emma Gonzales for chasing the NRA out of American schools like St. Patrick chased the snakes out of Ireland. Pop question: Why do folks wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? Answer: The Irish believed wearing green acted as camouflage while they traipsed through the verdant forests of the Emerald Isle, making them invisible to leprechauns who, though magical, are kind of nasty. Like mini-Trump pussy-grabbers, they sneak up and nonconsensually pinch anyone they can see; that is, anyone not wearing green.

by Dr. Susan Block. On the verge of V-Day in the #MeToo 2018 Trump era of heightened fears, embarassing exposés, difficult transitions, and rapidly accelerating alienation, I gather together in my Womb Room a sapiosexually stimulating assortment of colorful kinksters and clowns, sexperts and sexpots, fabulous FemDoms, adorable subbies, sultry switches, a sweet science administrator and a funny radio personality.

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 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 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 LiVE from the Womb Room in the all-American small-town village of Bonoboville, it’s the Great Debate, the first of the 2016 U.S. Presidential Debates, the most watched debates in history, maybe even the most watched TV shows ever. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Democrats and Republicans, Libertarians and Vegetarians, Voters and Debaters, Masturbators and Master-Debaters: the whole world is watching… to see who cracks, mangles their facts, has a wardrobe malfunction or just gets their panties in a twist. We, the citizenry of the virtual states of America, are all a bunch of sadomasochistic voyeurs, and our candidates are shameless exhibitionists; they have to be to put up with the scrutiny and abuse. I guess that makes the media our pimp…