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!

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

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 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

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

I wanted to do a shoot like this because I love knives- whether it be the one in the kitchen, the one in my purse, or the one being thrown at me- I love the way the light glints off the blade, the way it feels gripped in ones hand and the power it emanates. The thought behind this shoot was that I am getting knives thrown at me, but I didn’t want it to look like I was a rape victim, so that’s why I have one in my hand, to make it look like I am catching it- therefor still in complete control and comfort. And of course a finger in my pussy, because obviously I am getting turned on!!
It was fun, sexy, and right up my alley

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xoxox- Morgana

So far this new year has been gorgeous- and I find myself doing whatever I desire…. and its lovely. This week though, I am hibernating a bit, touching up the areas that I feel like need work… I mean that more in the personal sense, sometimes its sooo fucking necessary to remove yourself from the whirlwind and figure out who is beneficial and who is just ripping at your sanity with their sensuous ways. So I lay in my soft bed and breathe, and calm myself, and listen to music, and just be….

listen
live
love

xoxox- Morgana