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In this age of instant everything à la mode, I have sprouted wings and a beak.

Yes, I have become a Twitterer.  Or am I just a Twit?  Whatever I’ve become, I am now way too busy Twittering, or actually, Tweating, to blog.  Yes, I confess: I am a Twitter Addict.  I can’t stop Tweating about the silliest things from my breakfast to my orgasms, to my pithy political opinions to the twists and turns of Speakeasy intrigues, all in a matter of seconds.  Like good satisfying Quickie Sex, with everyone coming in rapid succession.  I even love that Twitter limits me to 140 words per Tweat and no photos, restraining me ever-so-gently, like velvet verbal bondage. 

As those of you who know me know, my blogs tend to be endless, multi-course meals like the 6-hour dinners the French enjoy, peppered with pictures and links.  The more I promise myself to keep it short, the longer my bloggamy seems to get, like an overgrown, overindulged, out-of-control problem child. Not that I don’t love this child, my darling bloggamy.  Of course, I do, and the fleeting charms of Twitter will never replace the solid substance of a blog that reads like a short story or a photo essay.  I hope my bloggamy readers don’t feel too “cuckolded” by my current love affair with Twitter.  I may be blogging less and tweating more, but I will never abandon my bloggamy. Though at the moment, I’m flying around with the other birds, so follow me on Twitter!

MeLOVErsary Mania
The Meloversary was pretty mellow, packed with happy, horny, whacky, weepy, ecstatic emo babes and dudes frolicking among the dildos at Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy.   

Photo: Robert Moreno

There were a few weirdly extravagant mishaps:  a mysteriously cracked windshield, vomit all over the stairwell (which we cleaned up within 24 hours, Mr. Landlord!), poop in the shower (also quickly and thoroughly cleaned and disinfected!) and various individuals of all genders and generations bursting into tears for various reasons, though most were crying tears of emo-joy.

Photo: Jes

There was also a lot of sex, some of which involved me. 

Photo: Fritz

But most of the sex was off in the notorious nooks and luxurious crannies of the Speakeasy. 

Photo: Broken Thought

It was Prom Night for Melo, big sister to BonoboWay.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Sister Sara Sioux was the Prom Queen in a gorgeous leopard and lace Sue Wong dress that brought out the wild animal in her, celebrating the 10th anniversary of her teenage brainchild Melodramatic.com.

Photo: Fritz

Sister Teri was the Melo Princess, radiant in a shimmering violet Victorian Bordello-style dress, also by Sue Wong.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Teri's "husband," Brother Brandillio was the Manchild Prince of Bandannaland, and Brother Nic was the Speakeasy Knight in Emo Armor. 

Photo: Jes

Sister Heather was dressed up, teased up and powdered up like a party doll. 

Photo: Robert Moreno

Gogo girls got the crowd going.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Nieve and Jean Curley kept the Meloers hiphopping.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Luci and Lisa kept the backrooms safe and sound.

Photo: Mar

I was the Dowager Queen, the elder stateswoman swimming through a roiling sea of 18-28-year-olds.

Photo: Fritz

I was also the Political Candidate. 

Photo: Fritz

I’ve noticed that this is something many horny middle-aged women like me seem to do: We run for office. 

Photo: Robert Moreno

I happen to be running for Vice President of the United States. 

Photo: Alex Saglimbeni

I know, there’s another, far more notorious fem-domme running for Veep, and  Governor Sarah Palin and I have more in common than two X chromosomes: We both enjoy lipstick politics and handling phallic objects (in her case a rifle; in mine, a vibrator), and neither of us has had much of any government experience on the national stage at all. 

Do you know this guy? Email us at MysteryGuy@blockbooks.com. Photo: Jes

And so what if Sarah Palin can see Russia;  I can see Chinatown from my window.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Just before the party, British TV interviewed me for Virgin Media and Bravo TV on the joys and agonies of running for the U.S. Vice Presidency, with Frank Moore as my Presidential running mate. 

Photo: Jes

Read Frank's platform, and vote for us! We are official write-in candidates in a whole bunch of states.

My other role was that of The Disciplinarian.

Photo: Jes

Though being whipped with my red, black and blue elkskin leather flogger on the Bondage Cross could harldy be considered punishment.

Photo: Alex Saglimbeni

And then there were the rewards, like Agwa...

AGWA
The Meloversay Libation of the Night was Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur, made from the same tender coca leaves as ye olde Bolivian Marching Powder. 

Photo: Alex Saglimbeni

We toasted Melomania and licked super-tart lime powder off of each other’s fists, butts and nipples, then joyously guzzled this glowing green liquid enlightenment that oughta be illegal, but isn’t.

Photo: Alex Saglimbeni

Why isn’t it?  For over 4000 years among the native Andean population the coca leaf has been used for ancient rituals and for everyday gift giving.

Photo: Fritz

Today it is drunk as a tea and chewed for hours by farmers and miners. The result is said to be more of a prolonged caffeine buzz than the crazy superhigh of cocaine.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Actually, coca is not a major component of cocaine as only 0.5% of the alkaloid cocaine is found in coca, and 41 chemicals are needed to extract cocaine from the coca leaf.

In 1820 the first Bolivian coca leaf liqueur was manufactured by the De Medicis in Bologna, Italy and sold throughout Europe. Rudyard Kipling said the powerful elixir was made "from the clippings and shavings of angel wings.” When cocaine was banned, the liqueur was discontinued, as rudimentary distilling did not remove cocaine.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Today bales of Bolivian Coca leaf are shipped under armed guard to Amsterdam where they are distilled and exact maceration and herbal extraction techniques guarantee the removal of the cocaine to standards acceptable to European and US authorities.

Photo: Alex Saglimbeni

An extremely distinctive peppery herbal base is then blended with other herbal aphrodisiacs like ginseng and guarana to balance the taste and augment the effect.

Photo: Robert Moreno

Agwa turned into Viagwa as the Melo boys stripped off their shirts and strutted like peacocks around the Speakeasy, sometimes tripping over their own tails, but often finding a receptive peahen to stroke their feathers.

Triple Squirt Special
And speaking of hip delicious cocktails, and just in time for the wet season, check out our discount Triple Squirt Special featuring the three best Female Ejaculation DVDs you'll find anywhere, one of which (Squirt Salon) is the classic How-To, another (Dommes & Hollie) is perfect for the holidaze & the third (Double-Annie's Squirting Anniversary) is just plain sexy soaking wet...

RadioSuzy1: Secret Sexy Japan, Nude Model/Comedian & Scary Sarah Palin

As those of your who know me know, the Speakeasy is still in crisis mode (and I'm not just talking about the screwed up American economy).

But we're almost out of the jungle of horrors we've been hacking our way through, and we're seeing some light through the thicket, as well as getting back into certain grooves, one of which is doing the radio show, still on RadioSuzy1 and now is also on BlogTalkRadio.

We've done some awesome shows, including an interview with Donna George Storey, author of the marvelous erotic novel set in secret sexy Japan Amorous Woman, a fun evening with nude bodypaint model/comedian Krista and another hot show on Scary Sarah Palin, among other dangerous fetishes.

Vision Board
My Bonobo Way  “Vision Board” has just been published in a hot new HarperColllins coffee table book put together by SuperPublicist Joyce Schwarz, The Vision Board: The Secret to an Extraordinary Life.   With a foreword by Bob “Think And Grow Rich” Proctor and an afterword by Jack “Chicken Soup for the Soul” Canfield, and more than 150 vision boards created by Olympic athletes, Obama's campaign manager, celebrities and folks like me from 32 different countries, it is already on the Amazon Spirituality Best-Seller List, and HarperCollins has put it into nomination for a Pulitzer Prize!  The World Premiere Launch of The Vision Board will be October 28, 4-6 pm, at the Santa Monica Loew’s Hotel.  Hope to see you there! They'll be auctioning off cocktails with me at the Speakeasy and an autographed copy of The 10 Commandments of Pleasure for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.

Jack's Mannequin: My New Fave Up-and-Coming Piano Band
Warner Sister Sara took Teri and me to the old Viper Room for an utterly invigorating, inspirational, extraordinarily intimate Jack's Mannequin concert. I'd never even heard of Jack's Mannequin until Sara gave me their new CD "The Glass Passenger," and it took me about three listens before I fell in love with them, especially, of course, the brilliant sensitive lead singer/writer/composer/pianist Andrew MacMahon. Then I listened to their old CD Everything in Transit, which is not as profound as the new album, but has even catchier tunes and sweeter vocals. Then I learned of Andrew's amazing personal life, how he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia on the day he finished mastering EIT, then had to cancel his tour so he could go through intense life-or-death treatment. He survived, created the new album, and I became a fan. Funny how that works. As Andrew sings, "Everything's a piece of everyone."

Like Elton John, Andrew is an introspective yet animated piano rockstar with crazy-poetic orgininality. Of course, unlike Elton, Andrew's not gay (at least to the extent that most straight guys are "not gay"), prefers T shirts and jeans to rhinestone glasses and stacked heels, and actually writes his own music. He also has a very close-knit, supportive family, most of whom were right there at the Viper Room - Mom, Dad, brother, sister. girlfriend - all grinning, clapping and singing along with their precious survivor son's brilliant tapestry of melodies.

Some of Andrew's lyrics about the edgy, scary-blissful territory between the ailing human life and death itself remind me of my own NDE (near-death experience), like the haunting, symphonic CAVES:

I'm caught
Somewhere in between
Alive
And living a dream...
Beat my body like a rag doll
Stuck your needles in my hip
Said we're not gonna lie
Son you just might die
Get you on that morphine drip
Drip...

It's was great to be alive, with a little vodka and no morphine, sharing a "piece" of Jack's Mannequin at the VR. If you like emo-poetic, personal piano rock, treat yourself to a piece of Jack.

A Speakeasy Halloween: Erotic Insurgent Masquerade

Though I feel we're on the verge of resolution (another hat tip to Jack's Mannequin), and we may soon rescue our Prince from the terrible Towers where he remains kidnapped, I still haven't set a date for the next Speakeasy event. So if YOU miss the Speakeasy, you better sign up for our 10th Annual Eros Day: EROS DAY X. It's not until January 24, 2009, but there's no such thing as planning too soon for Eros Day!