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Emily Morse

Small-Town Sex

I went to my friend’s art show recently and ran into an old friend. He proceeded to point out his most recent ex along with her new boyfriend and then introduced me to his new girlfriend.

I turned around only to find my ex talking to my friend Mara’s ex. And where was Mara? She was meeting me at the show in just a few minutes.

photography by Julia Galdo

Sober Sex?

I’ve found that almost no one can with all honesty answer "yes" to this question: Have you ever hooked up with someone for the first time while stone-cold sober?

The first kiss, grope or dirty text is more often than not preceded by a good, stiff drink.

photography by Joseph Jean Rolland Dubé

Just this week, I heard these tales:

Bastille Day and Burlesque

Here’s another thing about San Francisco: It’s always amused me that every holiday big or small becomes another reason to dress up, drink and most likely hook up with greater abandon: Cinco de Mayo, St. Patrick’s Day, Valentine’s Day, anti-Valentine’s Day—there are always a zillion excuses around here to don a wig and fishnets.

Personally, Halloween lost its magic when I turned 12. Then I moved to San Francisco and was surprised (and slightly annoyed at first) to find it was a bigger deal than ever before.

The Ups and Downs of Cleavage

If you can get past today’s fog, you’ll recall we had one of those beautiful, balmy summer weekends in the city. It was finally hot, and everyone was out in their summer garb: flips flops, shorts, sundresses, and for better or worse cleavage was out in force everywhere.

A bunch of us were sitting outside having our morning coffee on Saturday catching up on the week’s antics. The guys were doing their best to carry on the conversation, but their Wimbledon-paced head-turning was making it challenging.

Once Committed, Twice as Sexy

The best new pick-up line around town may just be: “I’m divorced.”

photo by Julia Galdo

On Wednesday, I blogged about the rise in casual sex in San Francisco and heard from many of you about your sexual exploits (thanks for sharing and please keep them coming!), and I noticed an interesting trend: People who’ve been married or in serious committed relationships were more likely to be open to and enjoying casual sex.

“I've been divorced for about eight months, and I've had more sex in that time

Who’s Having Sex in SF?

Are you having sex in San Francisco? Tell me about it.

It’s well documented (at least on my show) that your single brothers and sisters in New York, Los Angeles and every other major American city (where lots of single people abound) think that THEY live in the worst dating town ever.

But casual sex, my friends, is definitely on the rise.

To clarify: casual sex, hooking up, etc., refers to “sexual activity outside the context of a romantic relationship, consisting of a range of informal sexual encounters.” This according to Wikipedia’s explanation.

Random Acts of Love (a.k.a. Sex)

Positano, Italy, is all about “the wedding.” This town loves its brides, and it loves its lace. It's kind of bizarre to inhabit a town that, besides for its beauty and tourist economy, is known for its white linen and lace. Most of the town’s windows are draped in the frilly white cloth, and I saw no less than 14 brides this week. On top of that, it seems like everyone’s here on their honeymoon. Everyone except me of course.

Destination: Wedding

I'm writing from my quaint veranda in Positano, Italy, along the Amalfi coast. A bunch of us from all over the U.S. flew here for a friend's wedding, all so that this pair could make their vows in front of us and in turn have us vow to hold them accountable.

Cleavage Is the New Black

I'm not one of those "let's throw a party for me" kind of people. I spend most birthdays out of San Francisco with my family in Michigan to avoid the party thing. Mostly because I can't bare the thought of people not having fun, running out of drinks, showing up too early or too late or too any of the hundred and one things that could possibly go wrong and therefore make me regret having the party in the first place.

That's Brenda

Women Talk About Sex

Whenever I tell people what I do, I always have to deal with those awkward first few minutes in which I’m certain they’re thinking one of following: Is she a prostitute? A slut? A sex maniac? Is she insane?

Once they understand that I have a talk show not about my sex life per se, but about those of other people, they want to know who’s my favorite guest.

For the record, I don’t have a favorite (nor I do play favorites with ice cream flavors, colors or vacation spots), but I do love the shows that I have with women just sitting around and talking about sex.
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