note to self: do not try and have sex after cutting hot peppers!
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











