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We are swinging into Show Mode here at the Studios, sorting the whips, untangling the chains, shining up the crosses and scrubbing the dildos in preparation for our pre-Bondage Ball Gala this Saturday night, May 23, with the swashbuckling sponsors of this year’s one and only LA Bondage Ball, The Broken Door. Though the Pre-Bondage Ball Gala will be a very exclusive soirée/show to be filmed by Ladybirds Films for a European TV documentary, Block Studios members might be able to snag one or two of a small number of available spots on The List…if they hurry up and make reservations now.

If you can’t be with us in the flesh, you can watch us online. We’re expecting some of LA’s premiere Mistresses, Masters and their sexiest slaves , doing erotic power exchange performance art in the uniquely seductive environment of the Speakeasy. We’ll also have a nice mix of porn stars – including the amazing Joanna Angel, Regan Reese and April Flores – as well as professors, artists and the couples-next-door. A portion of all proceeds goes to help the Bonobo Conservation Initiative to save our highly endangered kissin’, swingin’ (and not just from tree to tree) cousins, the bonobo chimpanzees from extinction. Our sponsor The Broken Door was a big part of what made our Eros Day “Orgy for Obama” Inaugural Ball such an orgiastic success. Led by the mysterious Master D, along with the persuasive Professor and the multi-talented Mr. Merlin, the Broken Door has become a force to be reckoned with in the LA B&D scene.

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I’ve always had a fetish for hats, ever since I was 11 when a cute boy gave me a burgundy porkpie hat that he claimed belonged to my older brother who had pilfered it from my Dad. What a hat trick that was! Between the fact that this was a gift from a hot boy and the incestuous insinuation of it having been worn by my sexy, older, rather emotionally remote brother and my even older, more emotionally remote father, I was in lust with that porkpie hat. Plus, I found that the hat sometimes “spoke” for me when I didn’t want to speak, and I could pull down the brim and hide behind it when I didn’t want to face the world. I wore that hat until it wore out.

By that time, I was 16 and had developed a small hat collection including several caps, three more porkpies and a big floppy felt number tie-dyed by yours-truly with a peace sign on top (my tasteful mother was mortified by its gross vulgarity). At Yale, I only wore hats when I was in theatrical productions, which was just often enough to satisfy my hat cravings. By the time I got to San Francisco, I’d worn out all my hats and couldn’t replace them, since nobody was wearing hats in the ‘80s except Boy George. Lots of big shoulder pads and big hair, but no hats.

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RadioSuzy1 is just a talk show…that just happens to sometimes turn into an orgy. Other times, it turns into something in between, with several people drinking and chatting passionately in the bar, somebody tickling the ivories of my grandmother’s Steinway, a couple guys playing pool, a few ethical hedonists having sex discreetly, or maybe not so discreetly, on a bed on top of a stage. It’s the Bonobo Way. And it’s the nature of life at the Speakeasy.

And that’s what happened here last Saturday, when our special guests included the delightfully lascivious ultra-MILF and super Cougar Natasha Skinski and her wild-eyed, skinny and hung young hot hubby Tommy Lei. Natasha was one of the stars of our Eros Day X “Orgy for Obama,”, stealing the show at one point by squirting up a small Soviet storm around the stripper pole, soaking Jay Lassiter and several lucky camera people in her fragrant Holy Water. Natasha couldn’t make it to our 17th Wedding Anniversary Show, so she came down to the Speakeasy to put on a little show of her own.

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Along with dozens of cable TV and freedom lovers, I put on a suit and spoke up at City Hall last Wednesday, trying to convince the LA City Council to earmark a few measly sheckles of the $30 million they get each year from cable companies for Public Access. As blogged in RIP Public Access and Nightline Visits the Speakeasy, LA’s Public Access channels were unceremoniously dumped by Time Warner at the beginning of this year, aided and abetted by various nefarious California State and LA City officials, some of whom were squirming in their well-polished seats right in the Council’s Chambers.

For an overview of the end of the “bizarre” and wonderful world of Public Access, watch the Nightline segment here:

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