It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic play-fest to the collective merriment of all. To continue reading the blog about this show, Click Here! To watch this show now, Click Here!

It’s my birthday! Many years ago (I won’t say how many—I don’t want to shock you), I emerged…I wish I could say it was from my Mom’s vagina, but I was a Cesarean. Maybe that’s why I’m bisexual: trying to crawl into a vagina so I can emerge from it, born again…

What a night! What an epic orgiastic celebration, an ecstatic affirmation and a grand finale to a really great run of DrSuzy.tv shows, salons, parties, pranks, commedia erotica and the most exciting “underground” events in the history of Downtown LA. What an awesome multi-orgasmic orgy!

What a night! What an epic orgiastic celebration, an ecstatic affirmation and a grand finale to a really great run of DrSuzy.tv shows, salons, parties, pranks, commedia erotica and the most exciting “underground” events in the history of Downtown LA. What an awesome multi-orgasmic orgy!

It’s our 21st wedding anniversary! Finally, our marriage is old enough to drink in California. So what else is there to do but throw a big old bacchanalian celebration of “monogamish” love, lust and healthy, good-natured debauchery? Probably a lot of things, like say, see your doctor, slow down, retire, act your age, make out your will, etc. But maybe one of the secrets to Pr. Max’s and my marital longevity is that we’ve never acted our age or “grown up” at all. We are perpetually at play—with each other, with our Bonoboville friends and lovers and with you, my darling reader—and so the momentous occasion of our 21st anniversary turns into one big orgiastic, star-studded play-fest to the collective merriment of all.

What an amazing, bonoboësque, masturbating-and-fornicating fiesta of a live show! What a way to kick off (not to mention jack ‘n’ jill-off) the Merry Masturbation Month of May, with a tip of my tipsy sombrero to Cinco de Mayo. Commemorating the Battle of Puebla on the 5th of May in 1862 when a relatively small, poorly armed militia of 4500 led by Ignacio Zaragoza Seguin defeated the well-equipped French army of 6500 soldiers which had come to install Napoleon III’s cousin, the Archduke Maximilian of Austria (no relation to my Prince Maximillian of Prague), as ruler. The Mexican victory was short-lived, but it was an underdog’s triumph against overwhelming odds, a glorious, memorable moment of revolutionary euphoria.

Seems like just 22 hours… but it was 22 years ago that I tied the marital knot with the love of my life, and Saturday night we commemorated that auspicious, legally binding (all that bondage language tells you something about marriage, doesn’t it?) human mating ritual with a rolling party at the Green Horse bar, a squirting-screaming orgy in the Bonoboville kitchen and another epic episode in the ongoing “show” that is our conjoined Saturday night lives...