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’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!

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

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

Last night I went and saw ‘The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus’ and absolutely loved it! Its rare when a movie takes me to a place that is so out of my realm yet brings me to places that I’ve been. I so often live in my imagination and as a child was taught to delve into my psyche and passion and creativity- that it has become such a part of who I am. So to see a movie that brings this all to life in a darkly psychedelic yet beautiful way, not to mention a cast that is stunning- I mean Tom Waits as the devil- chain smoking and making deals with his throaty voice, a voice that husks like the onset of a thunderstorm dark and sensual. I would probably make a deal with him too!
I actually went and saw the movie by myself, which at first wasn’t by choice, but given that I’ve been spending so much time with my friends lately, that it was kind of nice to be on a date with oneself. One of my best friends is leaving for a few months, and as much as I am excited for her to take an adventure I am going to miss her so fucking much- you become so intertwined with the people in your life and then for them to suddenly be gone, its a such a – stop- a “wow- what the fuck do i do now?” But- thats what this beautiful life is- always swirling and changing- like the feathers on the floor, leftover from a crazy party where everyone wore colorful boas.
With love and kisses-
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….

So its Monday- I did absolutely nothing last night and slept for hours- which felt great- I have been going out nonstop and it was relaxing to just nurse a beer and watch Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Now, I make some breakfast- re-touch some website stuff- have many errands to run- and then…. well… look forward to getting the shit fucked out of me by a certain someone. Purr…. yum…. damn its good. I find myself being submerged in the memories of the way my body feels, these knots are tied and keep the euphoria wrapped tightly around my loins. Submitting me to the pleasure, forcing me to be its slave, so I wait, and thrive on the sensual heat that surrounds me.

Anyway- I did a photoshoot for Backstagebetties.com the other day, super fun! we did it at JBTV studios- an amazing beautiful space, filled with kind and generous people. I am super excited about this project, and getting to work with the amazing photographer and bands. Seriously, check out www.getmadbaby.com for band pics, as the backstagebetties is still underway. For me personally, as someone who lives and breathes music, being able to be a pin-up girl for local bands- nothing makes me happier. Well- some things do- but this project makes me super excited! Here is a pic of my sexy ass……

I am posting a few pictures from Dahlia Freyas party almost a month ago now- just because they are too fucking dope not to share.

Remember the big black strap-on that I so enjoyed getting shoved down my throat- well heres some proof loves

ménage à trois….

three-somes… feminine lips against breasts slightly bigger than my own, soft hands,  new delicacies, romancing undiscovered areas,  hair falling against multiple arms and chests… the beauty of the human form intertwines to create – for just a moment- one being- and its absolutely fucking gorgeous!

Anyway- good fucking times

SO- I’ve always felt like a sexually liberated person-  but recently, I have become so comfortable in my own sexuality, that it makes me realize that I was never as open as I thought. Or not even open, just comfortable. Its only in the last couple months that I have become so ready to just experience everything, and know who I am, and be ok with that. Its a beautiful thing, to have no awkwardness or tension when it comes to sex. Or watching sex. Or listening to other people have sex around you. Or having sex in front of others. I think it took me being a single lady and re-discovering myself, to really experience me being ok with who I am, and not having to worry about how anyone else will perceive that.

Just finished Chuck Palahniuks, Invisible Monsters, loved loved loved this book! I think next to Choke, its my 2nd fave. One of my favorite quotes in it is, page 240:

“Rip yourself open.

Tell me my life story before I die.

Sew yourself shut.”

All of his books are completely bizarre, but I found this one more about self discovery and who we define ourselves are and what we do to make happiness an actual thing and not just something to search for. About finding your fears and terrors and embracing them to become someone who actually feels rather than just floats through life….  I would love to sit down and have a martini with that man. I bet he is a phenomenal conversationalist. And there is nothing I love more than a man who can stimulate me.

So I took some pictures of my cat the other night playing with my ball gag/eye mask— the thing is made of really cheap material, and using it for the first time the other day, realized that I never really want to use it again, so I am happy to give it to my other little pussy…….

So I really am quite disturbed and puzzled as to why I can barely keep my head above water when I play pool, but can give amazing head. Its really the same concept right? Maybe not…. whatever- I like playing with balls- I like shooting em’ around the table, I like putting them in my mouth… in fact I may have put a cue stick in my mouth last night …. maybe just to do some demonstrating. te he he….

The photo shoot the other day with David went super well- everything about it was smooth and yes the sex was fantastic- the pictures aren’t up yet because the photographer and I were supposed to meet up this weekend when he came to the city, but it didn’t happen, so hopefully he mailed them and I can get them in a couple days.

Its been a pretty uneventful weekend:  worked Friday, Saturday went and got margaritas with friends- they really kinda kicked my ass….. last night  I went and played pool with some boys- good times. Spent the afternoon yesterday watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and hiding from the rain. Love that fucking movie. There is a quote in the beginning that’s like , “he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man” – Dr Johnson                                                                               obviously I feel like it could be turned around for a woman, but I like it immensely.

Anyway, think I am going to put some clothes on and head over to a friends house.

xoxox- Morgana

I’ve been trying to multitask for the past couple hours, between social networking, trying to post some craigslist shit, send emails etc… but i believe now i just need to focus, as the computer started to slow and the spinning rainbow keeps slowing my progess down. 

speaking of spinning rainbows, the gay pride parade was yesterday, which i throughly enjoyed even though the crowd was crazy and more often then not, extremely rude. Michael Jackson won with at least five floats paying homage to the late icon. Lady gaga and fergie/the black eyed peas all came in as the next most popular- obviously you can see what i paid attention too . – the drag queens were gorgeous and the dykes on bikes were super fucking hot, but our favorite float was the giant balloon penis popsicle thing…… rather, someone riding a balloon/penis atop a popsicle truck. super funny! Next year we’re going to get SWOP (sex workers outreach project) a float and walk amongst the glitter and dance music. 

after the parade we went to this party thrown by the most generous man, who was celebrating the pride with some love from his sugar daddy who though out of town, made a spread of veggie dogs, beers and oh so much love.  it was a high energy, sexual day – we had sex three times-   it was just one of those days! where the heat invaded your veins and the only intimate passion could cool you down!                                              twice in the  aforementioned bitchin’ house- where conveniently paper towels had been placed in all the appropriate places and swank music played from a beautiful stereo, just beckoning, encouraging you to come and get it on. we stayed and talked as the sun set, with like minded individuals who continued to amaze us with their all over beauty and kindness. Its so rare to experience that sort of camaraderie with strangers, its an amazing and lovely thing when it happens.

The breeze is blowing through the open windows, sirens scream in the distance, their cries coming inside with the wind. The computer plays some rock and roll as I try and rally to go meet David. 

love and kisses- 

Morgana