Our 8th Annual Eros Day was our biggest celebration of the Sex God yet, with an exotic erotic mélange of thousands of ordinary and extraordinary, public and private sex acts moving and grooving to the contrasting rhythms of several very different live music performances, all of them awesome, the like of which I'm sure you've never heard at any single concert, let alone a big squirting orgy, and it's all playing
tonight
on
RadioSuzy1TV
for your
listening
and
viewing pleasure
. Dozens of dazzling Eros Angels and Sexy Devils fly in from all corners of the universe to join in our
annual celebration
of the
God
, the
Planetoid
and the
Spirit of Eros
, from the hottest porn stars to the finest painters, from incredible singers to beautiful
swingers
, acrobatic dancers to eros-inspired romancers, not to mention the
President of the United States
,
Bono
of
U2
(at least he looks and sings like Bono) and
Jesus Christ
Himself (at least he looks and sings like Jesus). As the guests begin to congregate in the
Speakeasy
Cathedral of Eros, the amazing
Annie Body
and I ride through the gallery in the rickshaw, transformed by
Gene
into a magical Eros Chariot, expertly driven to
Mount Olympus
(my bed) by the great God of Transportation and Communication Himself, Mercury (
Hermes
to the Greeks), played with colorfully perverted panache by the classically naked - except for His clown makeup - Clown Prince of Porn,
Dick Chibbles
. In the Womb Room, Snake Evie and I welcome the congregation and explain the
Meaning of Eros Day
, brought to us by the living legendary
Lasse Braun.
Then, flanked by a bevy of dazzlingly nude and wingéd Eros Angels, stunningly sexy ladies of all ages from 19-45, including
Annie Body
,
Tai Ellis
,
Cheyenne Hunter
,
Mindy Main
,
Daisy May
,
Cyn Moore
and
Cara Lott
, all holding flickering Eros Day cock-shaped candles, as we deliver the
Eros Day Prayer
, accompanied by the deep baritone of "
Airplane
" Jive Brother
Norman Alexander Gibbs
:
Praise be to the Power & Glory of Eros!
God of Lust, God of Love, God of Life!
Radiant Phallic Planetoid! Holy Spirit of Sex!
O Eros...Give Us the Breath of Life!
O Planetoid...Come Close to Us Tonight!
Release the Spirit of Sex Within Us,
The Spirit that Created Us From Sex,
The Spirit that Infuses Our Every Moment with Our Sexuality,
The Spirit that Makes Us Horny!
Praise be to the Power & Glory of Eros!
Live Long, Fuck Well, Touch Others,
Peace on Earth, Pleasure for All !
Amen...Awomen... Happy Eros Day!
After our prayer, the lovely, topless
Kayla Rayne
sings an Aria to Eros in a divine soprano that seems to rise up through the 18-foot-ceilings of the Speakeasy, permeating the Heavens Above with its sweet clarity. The almost (but not quite) religious solemnity of the moment is then broken with a wild cry of passion, a different kind of aria, as
Annie Body squirts
a great gorgeous geyser of
female ejaculate
all over my broadcast bed, baptizing us all in her
Holy Water
. This is her prayer to Eros, for Eros to come to her, to come to all of us...Almost immediately, her prayers are answered. Eros comes on a wing and prayer (and not much else) in the human form of the disarmingly charming Tulsy Ball whom
RadioSuzy1TV
viewers will remember from November's "
Born Again Squirting Spanksgiving
" show. Wearing nothing but angel wings, Eros joyously zooms in for a landing in my bed of
squirt
, happy to spread love, lust and life throughout the universe and delighted to be adored by His giggling priestesses, all of us made up tribal-style by Annie. Then the Heavens open again, and Eros' hot mama
Aphrodite
(Venus to the Romans), also totally nude and breathtakingly sexy, enters my Bed of Eros. Everyone worships Aphrodite, played by our favorite chica from Chicago,
Shay Lynn
(with
David Goldner
and the
Goldner Girls
), in her second Eros Day appearance, even more bubbly and more buxom than she was
last year
. Since Annie was Aphrodite for
Eros Day '06 Circus of Sex
, she crowns Shay Lynn "Eros Day Aphrodite '07," and seals the immortal transition with a deep kiss. Then the worshippers line up: First cute-as-kansas Daisy May (last seen on
The Dr. Susan Block Show
as a
Porn Clown
in
XXXmas Saturnalia
) licks the Delta of Venus of Venus. Then Tai squirts for Aphrodite, and Cheyenne enters our Boudoir Temple of Eros, peels off her peel-on pants, stands on her head and opens her spectacular silky smooth legs for Aphrodite and Eros to sanctify, which they do, with loving tongue kisses (bisoux-bisoux!). Blessed by the Gods, Cheyenne proceeds to turn herself into a human pretzel, sticking her feet behind her head. This makes Eros' planetoid rock-hard, and he rubs it between his hot mama's big boobs; then several Eros Angels vie to suck, stroke and adore His divine rod. Yes, it's good to be a God! Into the Eros Day Orgy leaps Adonis, the handsome human beloved of Venus, played by
Andrew Andretti
, as his favorite nymph
Mindy Main
strips off his human clothes, revealing his Godly nakedness, including his rising planetoid, which also gets the immortal treatment from all the other Eros Angels, especially Cheyenne. Then
kat
steps into the scene, naked except for a fringe skirt and a mysterious Bedouin mask. She picks her giant boa Alice up out of her basket and does a mesmerizing Snake Dance to Eros before the Speakeasy congregation as Eros and the naked Eros Angels shake and moan behind her. Next "LA Poetry Princess"
Teka-Lark Lo
reads an erotic poem, Annie Body leads Cara Lott in on a leash sucking her strap-on planetoid, and Baadmaster appears to give naughty Cara a few hard whacks. Then some cute chicks from
Babeland
present us with vibrating
Silver Bullets
to enhance our Eros Day, Roberta Morgan of
Mikey & Mandy
shares her Eros Day tits, and our mellifluous opera singer
Kayla Raynes
squirts up a storm of
Holy Water
for Eros that
Sissy Maid
devoutly drinks like a Catholic schoolgirl taking her wafer. Just when it seems the Eros Day festivities can't get much more festive, in comes the President of the United States, singing! Everyone knows I am not a fan of the
current White House resident
, having frequently called him a
dickhead
and a
war criminal
. But on the Eros holiday, we open our hearts, our legs and our doors to all, even dickheads and war criminals, as long as they leave their
WMDs
outside. So, the President (Andrew Ableson) marches into the Womb Room with his cabinet, all of them wondering what to do about the latest terrorist threat, whereupon the Heavens open up (again!) and Jesus Christ Himself (the beatific Trevor Murphy) appears, first in a Biblical robe, then (because it's Eros Day?) he strips down to His rather skimpy loincloth. In the spirit of Eros, Jesus and the President sing a tenderly romantic gay love duet, "My Savior Did Appear," and dance a little pas de deux. Just in case we're not being blasphemous enough here, a Catholic priest (Curt Bonnem) steps up to sing "The Morals of Society" while flashing his frilly panties from under his cassock. All these characters are in the cast of the
marvelous
,
critically acclaimed
operetta "
The Beastly Bombing
," now in its second run at the
Steve Allen Theater
of the
Center for Inquiry
in Hollywood, returning to the
Speakeasy
, with director/writer
Julien Nitzberg
and composer
Roger Neill
. From opera to orgasms to operetta to more orgasms, to
spanking
,
squirting
, beautiful macramé
bondage
and dancing to the
bacchanalian
beat of
DJ Thomas Lann
and Pat Harper, with Lion's live drumming, Eros Day gets progressively more erotic and erotically more progressive. Yes indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners, the Spirit of Eros is the same sexy trickster spirit that infused the anti-war movement of the Vietnam years with passion and an erotic fervor that is sadly lacking in the anti-war movements of today. But the Spirit of Eros is alive and well at
Dr. Suzy's Speakeasy
. Amen & Awomen. Please pass the
condoms
. Eros flies up onto the bar, flirts with our hot blonde barmaid Sarah, then carries her lovely redhead friend Jo up onto the
Hollywood Love Rug
for some intimate Eros-making. Meanwhile, another handsome naked Eros (human name:
Beamer
) sprouts wings (the turquoise ones I wore for the
Eros Day '05 Counter-Inaugural BALL
) and drives Annie and me on a wild ride around the Speakeasy in the Chariot of Eros. Soon all the girls are taking rickshaw rides, making out like ancient teenagers in the backseat of the chariot, and I am being kissed and licked by so many Eroses and Aphrodites that my face is all lipsticky red. Nancy gives Tulsy Eros a
blowjob
, Annie takes care of Beamer Eros and Cara Lott sucks off
AIN
Editor Steve Nelson (hopefully, he'll give her a good review). Meanwhile,
Juliano
conducts intimate examinations of the lovely Ariel, Bondage Master Dave ties JJ to Cyn, and Mark the Republican puts the
George W. Bush
mask on Bobby
Bonobo
and sticks him into my arms like I'm the babysitter. I feel kind of silly holding a Dubya Furry, but it feels good to turn this dangerous war criminal into a cooperative little ape. Later, Wallace Dorian a.k.a.
Wallace Jackson
, the faux director of
Canaan Brumley
's film within a film within a film (like those Chinese dolls) about the
Speakeasy
, puts on the
George II
mask in an attempt to pre-emptively invade the Bar. Then into the Speakeasy walks
Bono
. Well, he looks just like Bono and sings like Bono, at least to someone who is not a Bono buff (I'm a
bonobo
buff, not a Bono buff). Whoever he is, he's a fantastic musician, and the Bonobo Gang is thrilled to have this international ambassador of peace, music and masquerade celebrate Eros Day with us. So he puts on a mask (all of the major celebrities at Eros Day wear masks), whips out his guitar and belts out "Street with No Name," "One" and other classics like "Hotel California" and "Knocking on Heaven's Door," and we all sing, dance and screw along, knowing this is just a nice talented guy named
Pavel Sfera
, not the Great God Bono Himself, but feeling like we've gotten through Heaven's Door with VIP passes. Suddenly seized by the Spirit of Eros, heretofore mild-mannered Julien Nitzberg jumps up on the shoulders of Matt Cornel (the Sergeant in
The Beastly Bombing
, as well as
Extreme Elvis,
who performed with our friend and
LUVeR
Frank Moore
, charging around the Womb Room and through the Bar, apparently looking for a chickenfight (or
cockfight
?). I climb on Annie's back and we head in that direction, but wind up falling in a heap of
bonobos
, which is just as well as we probably wouldn't have won a cockfight, although Annie is sporting a very nice cock. From porn stars to painters, our body-painter-in-residence
Gregory Beylerian
takes the lovely Vivian and Tai's semi-nude bodies as canvases and paints upon them stunning works of art, incandescent Kandinsky on skin. Then the amazing
Alma Cielo
, another fellow
Yale
alumna ('95) whom you may remember as the beautiful violinist who plays with the
Nymphs of Zorbacchus
in "
Zorthian: Art & Times
" and at our "
Zorthian & Yale Art Salon
," pulls out her fiddle and blesses us all with her soaring, deeply passionate melodies and exquisite musicianship. Alma plays like the great God
Apollo
, bringing the Speakeasy to an even higher level of sublime Eros appreciation, continuing to play as Rachel Dawson reads an erotic poem, and I fall to Beamer Eros' oral ministrations. Are we at a coffee house or a
swing
club? I used to go to both separately, always wishing I could go to one place that was both. Of course, I never found a place like that until we created the
Speakeasy
.
So then here I am strolling around all these beautiful people,
ethical hedonists
, bonobos, clowns, artists, models, porn stars, superstars and Eros angels wearing
Squirt for Peace T shirts,
Eros-Zine
tank tops, masks,
costumes
, lingerie, leather, macramé bondage or nothing at all, when whom do I bump into but Jesus Christ. He's very sexy in a saintly sort of way. I give Him a hug of appreciation for His divine singing, noticing a stiff wooden...um...cross(?) rising heavenward between His divine legs, rubbing gently against the V of my crotch, finally settling the question of "Was Jesus Celibate?" (for me anyway). And so I taketh the Lord to my bed, where I begin to initiate Him into the Cult of Eros. We speak about Eros as LOVE, one of Jesus' favorite subjects. Then sultry Cheyenne appears like the Temptress in the Garden of Gethsemane, wearing a peacock feather mask and not much else. Jesus is pleased with her striptease and the way she speaks fluent Arabic, close to His native tongue of Aramaic. We praise the Lord for His openness, and He reminds us that He's always liked hanging out with hookers when not walking on water or suffering for our sins. Alas, when Cheyenne tries to pull off the robe of Christ, He glares at the Arabic-speaking Harlot as if she is indeed some kind of terrorist and heads for the Bar. So much for the Last Temptation of Christ. Not one to waste her erotic mood, Cheyenne jumps into my lap and goes down on me with religious fervor, speaking in tongues, both Arabic and
Cunnilinguistics
...Speaking of eating, have I mentioned the delectably decadent Aphrodisiac Buffet? This one features
Gene
's sumptuous chocolate truffles with
Agavero Tequila Liqueur
,
Chinese Aphrodisiacs
,
celery
(to freshen the semen), suckable lollies, some of the biggest, meatiest, most scrumptious oysters I have ever slurped up (thank you,
Mariscos
!), corkscrew pasta and chocolate-dipped strawberries. And then all the sex toys. Gotta have sex toys. Featured for Eros Day:
Babeland Silver Bullets
and baby pink
Doc Johnson Pocket Rockets
. Ah, if only we could shoot these bullets and drop these rockets, instead of the other kind on our so-called "enemies," we'd have a better, more
erotic
, less
thanatoxic
world. Of course, with
Perma-War
surging
all around us, that kind of
peace-through-pleasure
world is a pipe dream, a
bonobo
fantasy, a vision of the divine and, perhaps, the insane. After all, the Ideal is the Enemy of the Real, and the reality is that "we're at war." Or anyway, our country is in the
War Business
, with Thanatos as CEO. But on Eros Day, we tie Thanatos up in beautiful macramé bondage and stuff Aphrodite's panties in His mouth, and the Spirit of Eros rules. Beautiful peaceable naked angels carry us off into orgasms, beating the drums of life.