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Bye-Bye Boeing✈️ & Hello Heels❣️ on REMEMBERING MAX drsusanblock.com/max-video  (Ch. 13)🎬 features ERIC JOHN, MIT grad & ex-Boeing exec smart enough to quit before Boeing went bad🤯 to follow his @ErotiqueTV Dreams🎥 “Are you Erica?” I ask, never before having seen Eric in a pink crocheted skirt & sparkly high heels👠 “No I’m still Eric,” he clarifies "not trans" but sort of a crossdressing hobbyist🧚🏻 Well, more power to @Eric_John for exercising his Freedom of Expression in this world that has taken a nasty erotophobic turn as of late🤬 Capt'n Max always supported LGBTQ & loved wearing pink🩷 though he was a very masculine male🛠️ So I’m sure he’d enjoy Eric’s appearance from whatever Heavenly perch he might be watching😇 Eric also praised Max’s ground-breaking Free Speech activism before teetering off, princess-heels click-clacking on the Bonoboville floor👯 #RIPMax #EricJohn #Boeing

“Brotherly Love” in REMEMBERING MAX:  drsusanblock.com/max-video (Ch. 12) ⛵️brings Max’s brother CHARLIE, aka Pr. Charles (no, not that Prince Charles) Leblovic Lobkowicz Filangieri ⚜️ into "Max to the Maximus" 🌟 sharing memories of his Big Brother “Mickey” from their early days in Italy🍕 & America🌭 such different yet deeply loving brothers♊️... Even after Max's terrible stroke, Charlie’s calls moved him to break through his speech-crippling aphasia to clearly say "I love you" ~ twice🥲 That's #BrotherlyLove 💕 #RIPMax

Thanks Moushumi 💖 Your tribute to Max is just beautiful & I'm so glad more people can hear it now -click the link to "Birthday Mourning" in REMEMBERING MAX drsusanblock.com/max-video starting at about 24:50⏲️ or watch above on X ☝️🏼& below are your words that still make me cry 🥹 but now with the Tears of Joy in loving Max - not just the pain of missing him👇🏼 "Today, we gather not just to mourn, but to celebrate — to honor the wild, unapologetic, radiant spirit of someone who knew that pleasure is not a luxury, but a birthright... Max didn’t just live — he embodied desire. Max walked through this world with hips that swayed like rebellion, a laugh that cracked shame open at its core, and a heart that held space for the full spectrum of human longing. Max’s life was a seduction — not of bodies alone, but of minds and souls, coaxing us all to shed our shame and step into our power... Max fought for our right to feel. To touch. To moan, to ache, to yearn, to claim. Max knew that sexuality was not something to be hidden — it was holy, it was healing, it was ours... Max kissed convention goodbye. Max made love to freedom. Max told the truth, even when he trembled. And in doing so, Max gave us permission — to be bolder, queerer, kinkier, more tender, more us. Max may have left this earthly plane, but his legacy lingers — in every liberated body, in every whispered yes, in every act of radical, consensual pleasure. We carry Max now — in the way we touch with intention, speak with passion, and fuck with freedom... So tonight, let us light candles, pour wine, and tell stories — the kind that would’ve made them blush… or beam. Let us wear lace and leather. Let us dance until the sun comes up. Let us celebrate the beautiful truth Max gave his life to defend... That pleasure is political. That freedom is erotic. That love — in all its messy, sacred, sensual forms — will always be worth fighting for... Rest in power, beloved. You turned us on. You turned us loose. And we will never be the same." Amen & Awomen✨ Praise be to the Power & Glory of Pleasure with Love💘 #RIPMax