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Dr. Susan Block celebrates her birthday in Bonoboville and talks about Captain Max's recent stroke in a bittersweet and very therapeutic gathering with a cast of colorful characters, musicians, artists, actors, bonobo lovers and friends. Also featuring videos of Max's healing journey.

American sexologist Dr. Susan Block appeared on L'Chaim Jewish Radio on WCAP-AM 980 to discuss a passionate but diplomatic debate, since the host, longtime New England Jewish community activist Jim Shainker, and I, are in diametric disagreement on almost everything regarding Israel and Palestine, Hamas and Likud, war and peace, and the "Zionist Colonial Project."

It's our virgin ride on Rumble - our first time - and there's a first time for everything, but there's only one first time for anything; you never get to have a second *first time.* Such is the mystery of virginity on the air and everywhere. Why do radio veterans like Capt'n Max and me, along with Engineer Abraham, suddenly find ourselves virgins on new platforms? Unfortunately, Callin - our home broadcast platform for the past couple of years - just shut down, leaving us radio refugees and newbies to Rumble. We're also on Spaces, but we're certainly not virgins to X/Twitter, so it's more of an FDR "Resurrection," and that's what we call the show.

It's our virgin ride on Rumble - our first time - and there's a first time for everything, but there's only one first time for anything; you never get to have a second *first time.* Such is the mystery of virginity on the air and everywhere. Why do radio veterans like Capt'n Max and me, along with Engineer Abraham, suddenly find ourselves virgins on new platforms? Unfortunately, Callin - our home broadcast platform for the past couple of years - just shut down, leaving us radio refugees and newbies to Rumble. We're also on Spaces, but we're certainly not virgins to X/Twitter, so it's more of an FDR "Resurrection," and that's what we call the show.

A friendly conversation about serious things is what we had on "L'Chaim Jewish Radio" live on the WCAP 980 AM airwaves.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 vermilion 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.

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.

Ahoy there, mates and primates, bonobo buffs and sailor babes. Welcome aboard Capt'n Max's Birthday Cruise, a celebration of an unparalleled REVOlutionary life, also honoring the 3rd anniversary of The Bonobo Way revolution, as I "gave" Max the first copy of the published book, hot off the press, as a birthday gift on November 8th, 2014.

It's a year into the Trumpocalypse, one long year since that unforgettably cataclysmic seizure of electoral dysfunction sucker-punched America, triggering the insanity, the fascistic fashions, the "Fire and Fury", the plutocratic power-grab, the gutting of the E.P.A., the Nazi resurgence, the tragedy in Puerto Rico, the continuous fattening of the already bloated Military-Industrial Complex, the ghastly Presidential narcissism and Post-Trump Sex Disorder.

It's our duty to spank booty on Spanksgiving. Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, on Thanksgiving, let us give thanks. And on Spanksgiving, let us give spanks. Let us practice the Bonobo Way amongst each other, and let us spank away the hate and fear that divides us, and let us find the path of peace through pleasure - with a little spanking. And let us spank our hands together across a nice willing warm ass, and sing Amen and Awomen.

The Miracle of Hanukkah is that the "everlasting light," the sacred oil lamp of the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem, contained only enough olive oil to burn for 24 hours, and yet it lasted for eight days, enough time for the Maccabees, the heroes of the Hanukkah story, to defeat their enemies in battle and obtain fresh oil to replenish the eternal flame. The Miracle of Hanukkah 2017 in Bonoboville is that, along with our usual mix of spirituality with sexuality, serious political discussion with outrageous erotic play, we are visited by two very witty, special ladies from the Great State of Alabama where voters just pulled off a real-life miracle, aka the Alabama Miracle, the kind of unexpected mystical marvel for which people join together to praise the divine, and that's another thing that we do on this show.

A wondrous one-legged porn star, the ghost of Michael Jackson and the spirit of Prince come together-where else, but in Bonoboville-on an amazing, comic, erotic, intimate and very illuminating episode of The Dr. Susan Block Show Watch and learn how a so-called "disability" can be a springboard to sexual super power. The Show-Eating Facebook Monster Speaking of disabilities, this is our second show in a row that Facebook disables for no apparent reason. The Facebook Live broadcasts goes smoothly, getting lots of views, "likes," "loves," "hahas" and comments, and Capt'n Max is careful not to show any of the nudity. But after we hit "post," it vanishes. We have no idea why. They never tell you. And who are "they"? Bots? Prudes? Gestapo? Mark Zuckerberg Zuckheads?

Ever wish you could fly? Just rise above the dirt and all the problems of the Earth, levitating up, up, up into the heavens above? Want to see a guy actually do that - surrounded by gorgeous kinksters and naked dancers? Then check out this show. Filled with beautiful, elegant domination, erotic flagellation and uncanny levitation; you really have to see it to believe it. Oh, what a show.

From the high risk political performance art of Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump (D.A.D.) to the very personal, healing power of the "Switzerland" of female domination, this show spanks both ways. FemDom politics is well represented in the Womb Room by D.A.D. founder and director Mistress Tara Indiana (2017 SUZY award winner for "Best FemDom of the Resistance") and Rhiannon Aarons (2017 SUZY award winner for "Most Well-Rounded Kinkster").

On the verge of V-Day in the #MeToo 2018 Trump era of heightened fears, embarrassing 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.

This scintillating show, featuring FemDoms, porn stars, a clown, a comic and the "golden rule," kicks off Women's History Month, falls on Sex Workers Rights Day and celebrates Purim, the Jewish Feast of Queen Esther. These rather different holidays actually have a lot in common. Though men make up more than you might think of the sex worker population, the majority of sex workers are women. As for the Jewish Mardi Gras festival of Purim, it honors Queen Esther, who is both a woman-the only central female character in a Jewish holiday story-and a sex worker.

It's our first show of Spring 2018, and Bonoboville blooms with art gods and love goddesses, heavenly bodies and divine minds, politics and street sculpture, natural bouncing boobs, hot slippery oral sex and squirting-it's Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters, sparkling like diamonds and fresh as a Spring shower. What a full evening of Commedia Erotica for the body, mind and artistic soul. A wild wacky weekend surrounds this sapiosexually stimulating show, filled with lousy news and great events.

Times might be tense in Trump's America, but here in Bonoboville, we release the pressure, and my Womb Room explodes into an orgy on this show. Then we hose down the Trumpus with gallons of fine golden rushin' champagne, and it's back to the orgy again. We certainly make like bonobos, not baboons.

Other couples might have billion-dollar bank accounts, million-mile upgrades or thousand-carat his-and-her diamond rings, but nobody throws a gazillion-watt, raise-the-rafters, orgiastic, female-empowered, Felliniesque, bonoboesque blast of a 26th wedding anniversary bacchanalia like we do. Some of the world's greatest porn stars, best-selling authors, singers, swingers, fellow Yalies, nude wrestlers, cultural icons, leading FemDoms and scions of century-old Hollywood dynasties come together (literally) in my Womb Room Chapel at the Little Church of Bonoboville to celebrate the longevity of love, lust and lawfully-wedded marriage, bonobo-style, with Capt'n Max and me.

It's almost DomCon 2018, and my Womb Room goes wild with impact play orgasms, electric flogging, snaketail-whipping, four kinds of spanking, three types of twerking, and a big naked birthday cake splosh. It's also smack in the middle of 4/20 Weekend. Boom Shiva. The world is getting crazier, but at least now we've got legalized weed to self-medicate (until Jeff Sessions' goons arrest us all). Speaking of the world, it's also the day before Earth Day, so.