Sex with Aunty Em

If you’re into the sex scene, you probably know Emily Morse. Otherwise the name may escape you.

She’s the host of a podcast called Sex with Emily on 106.9 FM Saturday nights from 11 p.m.-2 a.m. She’s sort of the modern version of Sue Johnson, Canada’s premier sex conversationalist and counselor we see on Oxygen TV. Only, Emily Morse is younger and better looking. No insult, Sue. That’s just a law of life—people get old. Emily hasn’t reached that stage yet.

According to IMDB, the movie database, Emily acted in the movie I am a Sex Addict and co-produced and co-directed the movie See How They Run. I am a Sex Addict was scheduled for a television showing on TMC, Wednesday, September 26, 2007, at 3:05 a.m., an un-Godly hour if ever there was one.

The more interesting film, though, is See How They Run. According to IMDB, this is a behind-the-scenes look at a “showdown” between Mayor Willie Brown and supervisor Tom Ammiano. The cast of characters reads like a who’s who of San Francisco’s political elite: Willie Brown, Jerry Brown, Diane Feinstein, and Tom Ammiano.

No mention of His Gavness, but the cast also included a slew of celebrities: Kathie Lee Gifford, Arianna Huffington, Jesse Jackson, Bill Maher, Sean Penn, and Regis Philbin.

I haven’t watched any of her film work and probably never will. My only experience with Emily was a brief YouTube clip of one of her radio broadcasts called Emily is Visited by Three Sexy Women on Her Radio Show.

Boooring. To be perfectly honest—and this is just my own personal philosophy—it’s more fun to do it than listen to someone else talk about it or even watch someone else on film or tape. I really could not care less about Britney’s or Paris’s crotch shot.

Well, if I’m not interested in sex, why am I writing about Emily Morse? I did not say I am not interested in sex. I am very much interested in my own sex life. I’m no more interested in other people’s sex habits than I was listening to how many cheerleaders the captain of the football team banged last Friday night. Most people lie about sex anyway.

My primary interest is in the modern cultural phenomenon of young women and not-so-young women who choos careers, if you can call them that, in the sex business. Emily Morse is an example of this phenomenon. Why would a young girl with great intelligence and great promise wish to change the world one orgasm at a time? While orgasms are very pleasurable, I can’t help but wonder if somewhere along the line, they are the root cause of the 6 billion-and-counting over populated world we live in. From the angle of saving the world, it sounds like birth control would be a more fruitful social contribution as well as a promising economic activity. Combine that with the abundance of orgasms at any given moment, and you may have a winner.

Don’t get me wrong. Emily Morse is undoubtedly a nice person. It’s just that she doesn’t look like a sex pot. She looks like that kid down the block who walks past your house to high school. How can a girl pass as a sexpot when she looks so innocent? Actual innocence is something else entirely. We’re talking about appearances here.

One day, she will reach the age of Sue Johnson, the age of knowledge and reason. I’d be willing to bet Aunty Em knew more about sex than Dorothy.