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a promiscuous panther, dancing through city blocks and bowing down to the full, full moon

Morgana — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 00:03:05 +0000

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!

stolen mirror- i find myself looking in-

Morgana — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 02:37:25 +0000

Sunday working the SWOP table at the xxxtacy porn convention was great- met some wonderful people, and truthfully was disappointed by some. But those who made my day beautiful overcame the ones that didn’t. And honestly, when the drinking begins in the morning, by the late afternoon, who the fuck isn’t beautiful? Actually that’s not true at all- but the love flowed- as did the booze- as did the day. I did an interview with David Law for Playboy radio, which was kinda cool, I’m not great with being put on the spot, but where I failed David the attention whore (and i say that with love. and a little distaste) as always, filled in.
Ginger Lynn was in the booth next to ours, and her graciousness and laid back style is a model for all-
I had found a can of soup on the bus (hey, fuck you all- damn right i take the bus, besides its hard to bike in 5 inch heels!!!) on the way to Stephens convention center, and we put it on the table, unfortunately no one bought it- but it made me laugh throughout the day. Eventually I gave it to the tattoo guys, they’d given me a sexy ass shirt- I felt like the trade was fair. !!

Here is another pic of me being dragged around by Alex Zander from MK Magazine, who I adore.

It was a bonding moment for sure

On a more somber tone- I dragged home this mirror the other day- and with all the death and dying that has been showing itself to me in the last couple weeks- I find myself searching- trying to make sense of this … all of it. the nonsense. the chaos. the beauty. the love. the hate. the hot summer sweat. the bugs. the stench. AH!!!!

speaking of bugs and stench, I am going to New York on friday for a mini-vacation- which i need- my darling friend who I will be staying with has turned his apt into a meditation/yoga studio which normally wouldn’t be my thing exactly, but with all the shit that has been flying around my head, it sounds heavenly. To be able to counteract the noise of the city with a little fucking quiet will be fab.

so
on that note
i’m gonna wash up and hit the town on this hot beautiful tuesday night

xoxoxo
Morgana

summer love

Morgana — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:10:37 +0000

I like to masturbate with the windows open, imagining the passerby’s sliding through the window and joining in on my sexy escapade. fantasy or not, my moans exit through the window and get caught in the summer breeze- catching the sun and doing a lascivious dance for all who notice.
on that same topic, my best friend has been living with me, and the other morning totally walked in on me masturbating-
it was 7:45 in the morning, the apt was empty, i was about to leave for work- and like so many other mornings i wanted to have a wank before i went to work- you know- get some release before dealing with the public- whatever-
anyway- it was one of those times when i get going, then realize that my batteries are low, so i get up, change them, return to bed and am ooohhh so close to coming when i hear the front door open (which leads into my bedroom- tiny apt, shared between ladies- you know)
FUCK! i think- shutting off the vibrator and stuffing it under the covers, meanwhile pulling them up slightly so its not obvious that my pants are by my ankles, as my darling sweet beautiful friend walks in still covered in sleep herself.
“hey”
“hey”
“are you going to work?” she asks
“in a minute-” i respond as she heads to her back room, immediately falling into bed. I stand, sigh, dress myself and head out myself, as i leave, i notice her fast asleep. “and i totally could have finished” i think, but at this point, i am already late for work, and you can only re-start so many times. you bet your ass though, the first thing i did when i got home that afternoon was finish the damn job.
that’s the funny thing about living in such close quarters with someone, intimacy becomes something different- something you can’t avoid. it can be both beautiful and aggravating. i say this without complaint though, for i love this women so very much. i just wish she would come in the back door.

this weekend was great- congress theater friday night, thievery corporation- which fucking rocked! And i thank all parties involved for that!
sat i went to a swingers party, which was a bit weird, and although i enjoyed myself, i found myself feeling a bit trapped and at someone elses mercy, which i fucking hate- i like being able to do what i want when i want, and there were a few moments when i was unable to do that, which blew. badly. I also find in many situations that people are so categorizational, meaning, most of my best friends don’t fall into gay or straight categories, and i found myself that night amidst people who are supposed to be open and accepting and eager to open the doors to sexual experience, and the conversation is clouded with gay and straight and that only women can fuck each other and men can’t – which is soooo fucking absurd to me. people are people. love them all. thats what i think. and so there i sat. the youngest by far. smoking in the dark. wishing i could go home and be among those i love. instead i was among those whose ideas i found so hypocritical and shrouded. Now i am not going to deny the enjoyment that i had, as a women a good 15 years my senior went down on me for like 20 minutes- and it was fabulous. point proven once again.
on that same sort of subject, the pride parade on sunday was a fucking blast! margaritas from the get go, dancing, swagger, drag queens, my best peeps, love love love love abounds!
last week, David and I did a scene for a project not of our own, but damn it was fun. its been a long time since i’ve fucked in front of the camera, and i forgot how much i loved it. hopefully it will amount to something and be profitable.

my work week began and i am sun-kissed and worn, but loving it all. summer has me in its swing, and i dip and fall in the arms of it.
xoxoxoxo
- Morgana

Saturday Night

Morgana — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 21:05:32 +0000

A caress, the warmth of a strong body holding me against the skyline- late at night, with a cool breeze wet with rains kisses. A party filled with hipsters and well dressed artists, the band reverberates from inside the loft. The sound of glasses clinking, the wind picks up the smoke and ash from the many smokers and twirls it amongst the delirious conversations. I came for the music, I came for a friend, I came to feel less like a corporate bitch and be apart of the underground, which though often still charges a cover and has a bar, at least its less stifling.
Sitting back in the shadows, I nurse my scotch, feel the comfort from a friend and embrace the deliciousness of the moment.
“are you a couch surfer?’ someone asks me
I shake my head and exhale a swarm of smoke in the general direction, too apathetic about politeness to even bother a response, instead I take note of a sturdy hand resting on my skin, I shiver, my body excited and determined. Murmurs of love and lust muddle in the sensual sound of a masculine voice. The cities lights take me across the sky and I float on a magic carpet ride while letting my libido steer me. Over the train tracks and dirty rivers, through the brightly lit streets that dance with stilettos and viagra pills. I let it take me to a place that fills my body with amazement, a moment, a collection of moments combined to bring the purest of joys.
It is this. This is what fuels the soul.

23 fucking years old!

Morgana — Tue, 25 May 2010 01:40:42 +0000

So a new fucking year- older- perhaps slightly wiser- I do feel like every day I know more about myself and less about the world. But I just try and flow….
Actually to be quite honest I was pretty unexcited about this birthday, feeling like it was just a day and that it didn’t really needed to be celebrated. I had made sure my closest girl would come out with me to hear some old school Chicago blues, and yea, we told some peeps, but I didn’t really give a shit about it. Well we pregamed at home for a while then went out- and more people came then could really even fit comfortably in the bar. Which was so brilliantly pretty. I felt extremely loved. And I thank you all.
In fact the whole weekend was lovely- I woke up Saturday morning, and like so many birthdays before and in fact just like the night I was born, the mist was thick- carrying the kisses of mother earth throughout the air and embracing the world with wet wet kisses. As I biked in the beautiful morning, all I could think of was avalonian goddesses making love in the woods and I was so enjoying it, that I was so surprised when a fellow biker met me at a stop light and commented on the cold, for all I wanted to do was strip naked and dance around making love in the wet wet morn! And to top it off, the last two days have been hot and sunny- so I got to have my favorite weather in a 48 hour period- all in all- the best thing my holy mother could give me.
Actually it was an amazing weekend-
drank absinthe for hours Friday night, listened to hot and sweaty blues Saturday, sunshine and kumas corner Sunday, productivity and the beach today– of course all intertwined with hard partying and beautiful people. Exactly what I desire!
I also got some fab pics back from a Backstage Betties Shoot.

Check them out- they’re amazing!!!
love and kisses bitches!
xoxoxo- Morgana

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Morgana — Mon, 10 May 2010 21:21:03 +0000

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

Resonate Chicago!!

Morgana — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 00:47:43 +0000

its Saturday night lovers! and I sit- dressed in an outfit that i have been looking forward to wearing all day long!!!! my eyelashes are so heavy and huge that I can barely keep them open- my nipples covered only by a star-
I am Scarlett O Harlot for the evening- and am ready to see some art- dance- and enjoy the company of my beautiful companions!
Heres a couple pics that I just took with photo booth- fuck off the quality sucks- but at least you can see my fabulous outfit!! an outfit that will take me to Resonate, the burning man inspired party at the congress tonight- should be sweet. to be quite honest, I don’t give a shit about the rest of the night anymore- i’m so into what I’m wearing I could go sit at golden nugget and be thrilled.
lol…. kisses
xoxoxo- Morgana

just in case you didn’t know- i’m wearing a hoop skirt. which is pretty fucking awesome!!
thanks Beatnix!

2010

Morgana — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:23:06 +0000

Well Happy Fucking New Year loves!!

I spent New Years at Neo-
it was, all in all- what you would expect from a night of debauchery and excitement. Starting the night off looking pretty with a bottle of Jameson, my peeps and I rallied in our usual fashion. The desperate cold begin to have no effect on my bare legs after the whiskey took its hold, and gathering in the alley with the gorgeous smokers was a delightful part of my evening. The colors of the night are swirled in my memory like a stunning painting- a giddy- sexy- dance filled painting. My boots, the 5 inch black knee high boots had the enjoyment of walking over a adoring man in the dirt stained snow- I Love it when a man begs, but when he begs to have his balls under my boots- well… darlings that’s just fucking perfection!
I feel the rush of this new year enter me like a big dick- and I feel only positivity—–

Since this is my blog, I feel l like I can be pretty damn personal, and so… with that said- I am going to share with you my thoughts on anal sex….
its not something I usually partake in, but Wednesday night I was feeling adventurous- and so let the beautiful dick in my company enter me from behind- and whatever- part of me loved it, part of me hated it- that’s not really the point of my wanting to discuss this. No, what made me feel enticed to even blog about this is that for anyone who gets fucked in the ass- well a certain tenderness ensues, and therefor the next day of shitting becomes (at least for me) a time to sit and think of the person who has been fucking you in the ass. Its a very odd thing- let me just say- to be sitting on the toilet and thinking of the person you’ve been fucking. Its unavoidable. Totally unavoidable. And given that my toilet time is generally my alone time, and I like to keep it that way, this is just another reason for me to avoid anal sex. Or I have to start stretching my asshole… maybe that should be my New Years goal…. its important to have goals…

Anyway-
Went to the Lasalle Power Company last night, saw The Last Vegas- badass- fun- whiskey- rock n roll- all my fave things- topped off with some beautiful company –

So the site is being redesigned a bit- let me know what the thoughts on the changes are- if things seem a little shaky in the next couple days, thats why- I’m excited though!!! Change with the New Year- new starts- beauty reborn!

xoxoxo- Morgana

Also have some new photos that will be up in the next couple days!!

Morgana, the music molester!

Morgana — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 23:48:12 +0000

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….

I make love to every day- and fuck every night

Morgana — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:58:10 +0000

Lets see what has the vivacious vixen Morgana has been up to lately…..
playing with pictures here, slutting it up for the camera there, tossing my hair as I am being recorded..etc..etc…
David and myself are putting all our content into a video, given how much of it we have, figured it would be a good idea. So we’ve been playing around with some intro scenes for that- making it spicier – I am wanting to redo the video on my homepage, as its old and shitty. Actually doing some shit for that later today- which I am mega stoked about. I shake and quiver just thinking of the sex…
its crazy- between working a day job, trying to get shit done in the world of Morgana- and partying my ass off- I’m a busy mother fucker!!!! But its good- really good. I have zero complaints these days- the energy that I feel running through my body is keeping me solid- I flow like water but I am a solid being.
I put new pictures up in the members section the other day- they were shot at the JBTV studio- Me touching myself – wearing red lingerie and molesting a black leather couch. I could sink into that couch, its absolutely heavenly. As is everything in that studio- if I could live anywhere- that would be it. I am wrapped up in a rosey feeling the moment I walk in there- my senses are orgasmic with the visual beauty, the textures, the music…. I make love to that feeling.
So- with that said- kiss the day- envelop yourself in the beauty around you- and I will do the same!
xxx- Morgana