Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

so there i am… pissing. oh whatever. i like pictures of girls on toilets. and myself? even better. this was taken the night of the last full moon. a moon that lifted me up. and brought me down. the wine i drank, she blessed, the love i shared, she inhabited…. it was a night of lights, camera, action- lights from the stunning midsummer sky, as the lady of the night rose above chicagos beautiful buildings, and gazed upon us as we toasted her majesty. camera, that took my picture, in my favorite kind of way. and action, that of the most sensual way. it was, a most perfect night. and to the relief of my friends, i did not, turn into a werewolf….
daily though, i find myself turning into the woman i want to be… and i completely thank the man who taps me. who gets me. who craves me the way i crave him. who pushes me in ways i have never dared. who… oh what the fuck. i can write about the anal sex, i can write about the music, i can write about how i’ve never felt more alive in a duo… but… i’m done for now.

i went home this past weekend. to wisconsin. where the river took me, took me through her dirty water, and i could shock the locals as much as i dared, and i could jump off the cliffs into the murky water, that held me with force and magic. it was a interesting trip… given that i found myself amidst the men who knew me as a little girl… and here i am, no longer that little girl, and although they are friends with my mother… still look at me as a woman. i can see it in their eyes. and i love it, and hate it. i’ve always loved the older man. still do. age is a funny thing though. its such a taboo- yet our bodies have no holds barred when it comes to attraction. at least mine doesn’t. but i’m a funny lady. girl. cunt. whore. slut. bitch. woman. goddess…

i lay down with my vices…. for the night.
inhabiting my loins.
i linger on the feeling of desire.
as she carries me off.
kissing me with dark vampire kisses.
the same i crave.
and give into.
goodnight lovers.
goodnight moon.

its been a very interesting past few days in regards to my nether-regions, i have found my pussy shaved, frozen grapes, and twizzlers among other things up my ass and vagina, and i must admit- i rather liked it. this morning though, i was chopping peppers for an amazing breakfast in my second to fave kitchen (mine only coming in first, because it is just that, mine), and i had brought the hottest peppers that i have ever grown over to share with my second to fave cook, (second only to me, because well, i am the best). so there i am, chopping diligently away, putting the hot peppers in tiny particles in a shot glass, the colorful mixed bells in a small bowl, and the onions in another. i let the cook of the hour use the ingredients to make a wonderful and much needed breakfast which i enjoyed on the porch, while the sun shone against my unmade hair and face. afterwords we went to go fool around for the multiple time that morning, which was going swimmingly until i grabbed the lube and began to rub it on our most sensitive areas. initially i didn’t know what was causing the burning sensation, but i knew that i couldn’t take it. getting up and washing myself, i realized that i must not have washed my hands good enough before massaging my vagina. yeah. ouch. talk about hot sex!!! good fucking hell!!!!! i am all about the spicy, the burning, the intensity of hot peppers in my mouth- but now i know that when it comes to sex, they shouldn’t be involved at all. psh- and i was told not to get it in my eyes. damn.

i got to see my step-sister last night, which was awesome, she lives on the east coast and always ends up having a layover when passing through chicago, which is amazing because its really the only time that i see her anymore. she is 11 months younger than i am, we spent out teenage years growing up together and even though our lives are so completely different these days, she doesn’t judge me for my outrageous lifestyle and we can just be sisters… loving each other honestly and beautifully, the way that only sisters (women) can. we walked around millennium and grant park for hours, taking in the beauty of buckingham fountain, laughing at the bean, sitting on the shaded benches and watching this beautiful city that i am proud to call my home.
after i walked her back to union station i went to the place that i have found myself frequenting lately, and laid in the arms of the man who makes me feel—- so alive, so present, so loved, so appreciated- for me- for the strange and stunning lady that i am. i thank him for that. more than he will ever know. i find myself growing- my eye color changing with the seconds- certain things that i have known about myself, coming out in ways i never though someone would appreciate. and i thank him. although his attitude upon my leaving makes me frustrated, i hope he knows that i don’t leave because i want to, i leave because i do have my own life- other friends to see, an apartment to clean, a cat to feed, duties that i must attend to, even though laying in his comfortable bed, in his body that i can nestle myself against in the most sensational way, makes me want to never leave, i know that i must. and i pray that he can respect that, in the same way that he respects me, and what we have. this amazingly beautiful thing we have.
speaking of things to do, one of my best friends is having a get together this evening, and now that i have showered, blogged and chugged enough ice water to cool this hot summer day, i am off-
because-
thats what i do-
i move-
i dance-
i roll-
xoxxx
Morgana

i should be sleeping, letting this weekend fade into my bones while my sweet cat curls up next to me in my bed in which i haven’t taken solace in in nights- but instead, i sip some wine, listen to my music and write….
i just watched ‘wonder boys’, and fuck me man… i love that movie. instead of putting me to sleep, it reminded me of how much i love to write- how i love the insanity- the crazy stories that ache to be written, the life that i live, that desires to be put down on paper (although that sounds much better then “typing” i suppose that’s really the truth these days).
and so- i describe these past few days of rock n roll, sex, laughter, love and party party party—-
Thursday was Devo at the congress theater, which was great, i will not lie and pretend to be some big Devo fan, but the chemistry between the band and the visuals were amazing. and my company, that changed throughout the night, couldn’t have been better.
Saturday i went to Lollapalooza and spent the afternoon in the sunshine with my favorite friends, the bands blurred, until Green Day, which for me was one of the best concerts i’ve ever been to. i remember being a little girl and listening to them in the barn of the flower farm at which i spent so much of my youth, making bouquets while sitting on a cement slab, the smell of freshly cut flowers and sound of adult chatter surrounding my small frame. or my mother being pregnant with my brother and the two of us in her room doing exercises together to the Dookie album. or my juvenile delinquent self rocking out in my car, speeding and singing along to any number of their songs. seriously, this band has been with me for most of my life, and to see them, to watch them rock the fuck out in the most humble and beautiful way, was overwhelmingly stunning. i might get grief for my love of them from some of the company i kept this weekend, but i know, in my heart that anyone who has ever been so enraptured in adoration of a band and the feeling of being amidst a crowd that is sharing that, it just doesn’t get any more phenomenal. its like every pore in my body was leaking with love, perhaps some of it was just sweat, but i am a slave to the hot, wet, sexiness that holds me in the summertime (or anytime). and so i thank them for that moment-
after an amazing breakfast and day time drinking on Sunday i saw Joan Jett at market days over on halsted, which was pretty fucking dope. again, so fucking hot, but once again, if you can’t dig that sensation of music, love, and communal fascination, then get the hell out man.
today was one of minor productivity ( i made homemade granola bars for breakfast for the week, went to the clinic to get some tests done, answered emails, did some dishes etc…) and lovely company- walking the comfortable streets of my city, and taking homage in this steamy summer day.
my body aches; i have bruises on my legs, a piece of unmovable glass in my foot, painful nipples, no money in my wallet, and i know that i should be resting…. somehow i don’t have the desire to. perhaps i just need to masturbate to mellow me the fuck out.
so lovers-
i bid you adieu and ask the night breezes to whirl me away into dreamland, which of late has taken me to very interesting places….
xxx
Morgana

oh fuck me….
i am, sitting, in black… whiskey in front of me… the ice in the glass melting like the persona i display… in the summer heat… which i love… which i long for when its not around… and of the sun in which i soak, whenever the opportunity arises, who kisses me with freckles in obvious and also, hidden and discreet places… for only the lucky – but not so seldom- ones to find. i have found recently, someone who understands and questions nothing i do, its the most beautiful thing really…. and after this evening, where i had the most absurd and perfectly wonderful experience, i realized how blessed i am, to have found someone, a friend, a being, a man, someone who treats me like a woman, for that i am…. for that i desire…. for all the “boys” that i encounter…. for all the fakeness, to encounter someone real… i was told, just how fucking lucky i am. to have someone, for a moment, for a minute, for a night…. that gets me… that understands without judgment…. without strangling my words or thoughts or sexual desires….. just how rare and beautiful that is. and now… although alone i sit…. i do not feel that way whatsoever. a drinking buddy i would enjoy, a man inside me, i would love… but i also know, that i have been treated to the way i want… and now, will often feel cheated if less is given. and so…. alone is ok. which, is so often how i have found myself…. again… pretty. fucking. fine. i thank those that have given and or shone me the things i long and crave for, and for those that have fallen to the wayside… i say, what.. the.. fuck.. ever…

“a rolling stone never collects moss-” my darling friend says to me today, “so be a rolling stone” he says… while i nurse my whiskey and him his beer…. i find that to be so fucking perfect for me right now… although i have found myself in Chicago for close to 4 years… i find myself rolling through swamps… through sunsets… through snow covered drifts…. the changing of the seasons quicker in my soul… like the blink of an eye, or the chorus of a favorite song… so fleeting. so beautiful. beauty, it is just that. fleeting. as is love. the love that i encounter every day….
and like i mentioned before, recently i found a person with whom, i find myself loving every second in which i spend with them…. silly really… the childish honeymoon period…

laughter. the only sound my life right now can make. in its many fucking forms.
so i roll. so i toss myself in its completely stable form into the mess… the colorful collaboration and i dance…. i love… and surrender to the beauty of it all.

xoxxx

Morgana

I’m home. sweating in the midsummer humidity. bathrobe tied around my waist, breasts staring at the computer, wishing someone would come touch them. Unpacked…. unsorted…. unexcited to be back at work…. of course, there is something to be said for my own bed, my own shower, my pussycat, and my own sweet darling little apartment… but its no 30 story balcony overlooking the Hudson river with the east wind twirling my hair as I breathe in the smell of NYC. Which I fucking loved.
Day one, my boy who i was staying with walked with me throughout the west side and through times square and then to central park, which was lovely. and hot. and we took solace in the air conditioned movie theater- where like children, we snuck in and hung out for hours. in fact, i totally took a nap while watching Inception, i’m probably the only person in america who will admit that right now- because i know, “its so hot right now” – but um. yea. whatever. i liked what i saw and will watch it again. i was just tired. and relaxed. and sitting in the dark. and… comfortable. fuck off.
the next couple days I just wandered around Greenwich village, where i fell in love with macdougal street… and cafe wha and groove and the people, and this amazing handmade jewelry shop where i scored some sweet bracelets! dancing with strangers- making new friends- business cards and phone numbers traded like saliva.
my last night in the city- i went for an adventure- and an adventure it was- a make-shift photo shoot, a knife collection, a nut cracker, hats…. subways have never been so fun, rocks have never been so comfortable, i’ve never felt more like a perfect and promiscuous panther, slipping through the city with ease and holding onto the full moon with eager hands- eager loins-

in fact—- i wrote this for the moon- tuesday afternoon sitting on the aforementioned balcony, held up by the city streets, the empire state building to my right, new jersey in front of me, the blue skys blinding, the breeze cooling my overheated mind.
and did i mention the full moon-
whose contents i drank of wholly, open mouthed and ready, i gulped down the evanescence of crazy wonderment and delight. she gives and i receive. like an infant i drink, craving my mothers milk, its heavenly body giving me the omnipresent love and fulfillment, i grasp , i pull, i need to be pushed, shoved, hair pulled, with tenderness and beauty, also eager to be held. give unto me lovely lady as i get on my knees and open myself up.
thank you
madam.

before i bare more of myself then everyone deserves to know-
i retreat.
to bed.

xoxoxo
Morgana

ps- chicago, although i’ve been unfaithful baby, i still love and hold you dearest!

pps-
some pictures- for fun

the chelsea hotel

cafe wha

and the skateboard!

hey lovers, I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that I will be working at the SWOP table at the Chicago Exxxtacy convention this Sunday, over at the Rosemont convention center,
Come over and give me a kiss-
xoxo

I am sitting here naked, drinking a water melon, apple, and cranberry smoothie, and eating some almonds….
trying to began the morning in a productive way. Freshly showered and trying to soothe my body. Between the added ink I got done last night, and the blisters from the World Naked Bike Ride, my skin is dying to be switched out for one that hasn’t been so readily abused.
The Bike ride was fantastic- I rolled up with the boys just before take-off, meaning we missed the Glitter Guts photobooth and some of the camaraderie of the pre-party, but whatever, I can resist the urge to be a camera whore for a minute and enjoy the close company of some of the sexiest people in this fantastic city of Chicago. One of our riders got hit by a car, and although I don’t know the intimate details- I want to say “fuck you” to the driver and “wake up” to all the other drivers out there. I understand accidents happen, but please, on behalf of all of us who ride our bikes everywhere- watch- look- listen-

speaking of biking, I need to go to skokie today, and would love to bike, but fuck man- I’ve got these nasty chafed sores on my ass- lol- so uncomfortable…. hopefully they’ll heal today and I can sit without pain. Granted the copious amounts of sex I have been happening haven’t helped the healing process… but fuck! At least I have La Roux La Roux , Colourless Color !!!!
Love love love love loving La Roux so much right now!

Going back to sex and bikes, I had the taste of something so sexy Saturday night as hundreds of people were gathered with their bikes, all naked or close to it, one of the guys I was with got on his knees as I leaned against my bike…. his mouth pressed against my sweet pussy. Only for a moment, before it got xxx rated and out of control- te he. But fuck me! What a hot moment- one I want so badly to continue. sigh!

On that note, I’m going to masturbate and focus my attention on progressing in the day.

love love love

xoxox- Morgana

I got the most amazing tattoo last night. Everything about the experience was what I desire, and I couldn’t be happier. Tim from Nowhere Gallery is exactly what I want in an artist, talented, a little strange, a little perverted, gentle, and above all- he sings while making your flesh a work of art. I’m not going to pretend that by the end of our 4 1/2 hour session that I wasn’t in pain, because certain parts were so fucking raw that I can’t believe I paid him for it. But then I look at the beautiful poppies that now drape down my chest and shoulder and I am in love. I like pain, its true, I like it rough, and I can sit there and let my masochistic side come out, BUT only for so long.
I’ve been in a lot of tattoo shops, and maybe its because I am more comfortable with myself now and know what I want, but I find so many shops cold and hostile, where even the talent is minimal. So to come into a place where the atmosphere is so chill and the attitude is left at the door, where the electric guitar is leaning against the counter and I can bring my bike inside, where some sex-orientated man twice my age can touch my skin with ease and I am completely comfortable is fucking fabulous!
I’m wishing today was a little warmer, as I would love to go lay on the beach or in the park, but after my walk to the store I’m fairly content to sit inside and let the sunshine stream through. Onto the cat sitting in the window, onto the plants that grow larger every day, hitting the crystals that hang and throw rainbows onto my walls. Spring has officially sprung and its so fantastic, every day I am filled with just a bit more energy and eagerness to be outside breathing in the sweet Chicago air (ha). Although I’m being slightly sarcastic about that, I do love the way the city smells, one of my fave things to do is to bike down Clark st and just smell all the different things that expel themselves from the homes, the restaurants; the cheap perfumes, the cigarettes, the scent of soy sauce or fried chicken…. its so fleeting as it passes with the breeze, but also so inviting.
Anyway-
here is a little pic of the new tat, better ones will follow…. in fact the beauty of it is that every picture will now have it.
kisses-
xxx- Morgana