Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

I haven’t been inspired lately to do anything as far as new content goes… but I’m hoping that with the onset of warmth my body will ache to be photographed and someone will call to me for a video project. But with that said, I’ve been sort of content to just be – - -

I borrowed my buddies hard drive last night, and now I sit, copying all of his music- and oh the joy- of being overloaded with free songs! Leonard Cohen, Queens of the Stone Age, Muse, Ministry, Rolling Stones, Lil Wayne, Wu- Tang Clan and sooooooooo many more. Its making the dreary Monday of chores and bills oh so much more exciting! I’ve also recently gotten a roommate- My closest female friend is staying with me, for however long she chooses- maybe a week, maybe a few months, and I embrace every second of it. Granted, after living alone- having someone in the normally empty space is a bit strange- but I’ve missed this girl so very much while she was away on her travels, that having her back is beyond phenomenal.
My brother in law and friend are staying with me for the next two days as well… this little apartment is going to be packed to the brim with fabulousness! I plan on taking him out with us tonight for our usual Monday night rager- because, as well all know, its the best night to party!- and obviously I don’t drink nearly enough these days! lol… oh if only that were the case. But I’ve been reading a ton of Chelsea Handler lately, and she is a lush and lives a famous and fabulous sort of life style, one that deems a bit of respect, and not just a paparazzi shot. And I’ve decided that we’re soul sisters of a sort- as I’ve been becoming a huge fan.
I was fucking this guy earlier this week, hung out a few times, enjoyed each others company… texts throughout the day- he seemed very eager from the get go- and I reciprocated but with perhaps a less desperate feel, but was looking forward to the idea of taking a lover (not a boyfriend, mind you, a lover). Well as of Thursday the fucker stops returning texts, and I ask myself… why? I don’t give a shit if I ever see the poor bastard again, but DO NOT JUST STOP TALKING!!!! I have to tell people all the time that I no longer want to see them, talk to them, want to fuck them- whatever, but I do that with respect for the person in part, but also because I don’t want texts/phone calls that question my desires for the so mentioned person. I just don’t fucking get it, as to why the conversation just ends. I’m hoping he died.
anyway- on that note, I’m finishing my glass of wine and getting my laundry and perhaps masturbating….
xoxox
Morgana

Last Monday proved to be futile- no shoot- got all dressed up and prettied only to be canceled on half-hour prior to our start time. pretty lame- pretty predictable. one wants to have faith in people… so often disappointed. O well- hard feelings have been dealt with and I’m over it.
Wishing I could figure out how to fix the graphics on the join now page… its like every time I think I know how to fix it, my internet is so fucking slow that just times out… so… soon. Do know that the page still works- and You can in fact, join.
I apologize too for not getting new content up at a faster pace- part of it is, I am more picky about the people I work with and the quality of the content itself. Which when a opportunity like last Monday comes along, and then is canceled, its bogus and frustrating. Regardless, my website has been a source of joy for me lately- and I treasure and cherish it!

Its been a crazy beautiful week…. new faces- new experiences, new ideas…. slept for like 15 hours last night – my body catching up on much needed rest!

Helping out at JBTV on Thursday- super excited! Here are a few pics of me fondling this guitar…. this is why I like hanging out in this studio….