Welcome to My Website!
On this site you will find me, Morgana Moon, in my rawest form. This is the blog section, fun filled pages where I will try and keep my viewers interested in my ramblings and day-to-day excitement. So close the curtains and get ready to enjoy the show. These pages are still in their early stages (a rhyme!), but I hope that it will soon flourish into an exhibitionist and voyeuristic orgy that brings fantasy to life. A little about me; I am imaginative, sexy, great at giving head and above all, an artist. That is what this site contains, my art. Whether I am expressing myself through fucking, writing stories or poems, it is always exquisitely real and sensual. I hope that all my audience can appreciate it and find that it excites their minds as well as their loins. I am a bit random; so do be prepared for the unexpected.
I am a wild young woman who likes to get naked and more often then not, stay naked. Although sometimes, I can’t lie, I do end up falling asleep with my clothes on. I have wanted to be a starlet (note that starlet rhymes with harlot) in the adult industry the moment I watched my first porn, so here I am, making my way to the fucking top. I do like to be on the bottom when I fuck as well (also the middle and occasionally the side) so I am pretty versatile when it comes (he he…) to getting it on.
I live in Chicago with my amazing boyfriend David Law, who you will also find on this site, and our cat Klaomi. It should probably be said that we live with her as she rules the roost so to speak. Besides doing porn I also love to cook, watch movies, write, read, go to the beach, paint and be around plants and flowers. I had one curious incident this summer regarding the beach… I decided it was time for a new swimsuit, and so David and I went to the porn store (I mean, doesn’t everyone do their swimsuit shopping at the porn store?) where I happened to find exactly what I was looking for; a g-string bikini. I paid 13 dollars for it, but let me tell you for the amount of fabric that I actually got it was a rip-off. Once we arrived at the lakefront, I slathered on the tanning oil this being my first experience with an assless bottom. Well, at the end of the day, my ass was still as white as it was when it was fully covered. So next time we went, I didn’t put any oil on, and I had the opposite experience, my booty was as red as the sun itself. I couldn’t sit, couldn’t wear tight pants, underwear or anything that touched my ass. It took a week but when it started to peel I was itching and scratching non-stop. How sexy is that? Me… peeling the skin of my precious behind. Its tan now, in case you were wondering.
May 6th, 2008
8 pm, hells kitchen on the TV, a cigarette stifling the air around me but entering my lungs eagerly regardless of its tainted invitation. I worked in a kitchen and have some culinary education and as much as I hang out in front of my stove here at home, I do miss the fire and excitement of a line and the adrenaline that comes with cooking for others in that field. Miss might be the wrong word, as I equate it with being on the grade school basketball team, where I was petrified and unsure of my actions. Its not like sex where I know that my moves are well received upon immediate sensation and not thought of afterward in the bathroom when the undercooked meat is revolting in the insides of the uneducated consumer. But consumers are often uneducated and that is obvious when looking at our American lifestyle, but hey bitches, we live for the moment and instant gratification and that is why I choose the sexual lifestyle of the exhibitionist and not of the tied up and burned out nights of the chefs. I will though, always hold that dear and be mentally a part of the cooks fascination with food and love and sex and….. the temple of poontang!
Mother’s day this weekend, its only Tuesday and this week is already kicking my ass. I partied hard this weekend and damn… It’s another time when I need a vacation from my vacation. This 40-hour workweek is such bullshit, I feel sorry for those who will rely on that for their lifeline until their retirement when their youth is spent and dried up like their sexual organs. Getting old is scary though, regardless of job choice. Which brings me back to the instant gratification and living of the moment and how dangerous that is for ones health, as time progresses and the mind can’t communicate with the body.
Sunday, David and I played with each other, exploring our organs and nipples and making our entire day one of foreplay and flirtation. There are these moments of monotony that wind up in the everyday for everyone, and even for a lifestyle like ours, which changes and always has new twists and sex toys in the mail. But when that breaks and our passion can erupt into these waterfalls of orgasms and our laughter can make the soundtrack for our day- that my friend is when life is at its best.
May 12th 2008
Monday 2 pm, I am staring at my tits again… maybe I should do a booby ballet, I am taking inspiration from Annie Sprinkles after all. Mostly though, I am just zoning out… this past week kicked my ass. Long working hours- I fucking hate everyone and their mother- but mostly I am just mad that we need hallmark to determine our emotions for us. Anyway- I worked like a madwoman for 6 days with no real breaks or relaxing evenings. We went to an open SWOP (Sex Workers Outreach Program) meeting Wednesday night and I was so exhausted that I couldn’t even contribute whatsoever. Our friend who was leading the meeting asked us out for drinks afterward and all I wanted to do was go home- talk about rare! (Don’t worry, I was tired not dead, and we still went out) Mind you this was Wednesday, imagine how I felt by Sunday! Sigh- anyway- today is my only weekend and instead of going to get my nails done, and buying a bike I am sitting here making love to my computer. Oh yeah, I also ate a bagel…. talked to my dad for over an hour, took a bath and wrote in my journal.
If it were warm I would wander down to the lake or fuck, even go sit on the porch. It’s not warm and I don’t feel like wearing clothes, so I am inside. Which reminds me I need to water my plants. I have some vodka in front of me…perhaps they might enjoy that. Actually some plants do like things like whisky in small doses, Roses for example. I am not sure why some plants like that, I don’t know if it has to do with the sugars, or the fermentation or if some plants are just keener on boozing it up! One time I experimented with pouring some vodka on a cactus- it didn’t die, but took a little time to recover, apparently cacti are a species that doesn’t appreciate liquor like the rest of us.
So yea, my birthday is in 10 days, and I am going to get a bike as a present, so if anyone has any recommendations as to where I should go- let me know. I found a place not super far from my house that was awesome, but shit- maybe someone is trying to get rid of a bike! So feel free to let me know…. In general I love comments or thoughts on my blog, people can feel free to drop me a line. David and I are super stoked to do the nude bike ride this year! I am already planning my panties and pasties for the event. I just wish it would warm up so I could be inspired to get off my lazy ass…
I guess everyone needs a day here and there. Last Monday I spent all day stimulating the economy so I suppose I should give it a rest and let the bitchass take care of itself for awhile- its kind of like forcing it to masturbate- hey everyone likes to be fondled but sometimes you need some time to yourself to really remember how to get off.
May 19th, 2008
Monday, Monday, Monday….
So I wandered around today looking at bikes- not wanting to drop 700 dollars….. Wanting a new bike, I can’t decide which makes more sense, to buy new and drop the big bucks, or to buy used and be a cheapskate…. I don’t know… The moon is in Scorpio right now and that adds to my confusion about dropping money, tomorrow its in Gemini which should help me be more eager to spend spend spend- the weekend looks even better as far as astral planning goes---blahablah….. Feeling discouraged I went to get my nails done and then made my whole point in being to find the sunniest side of the sidewalk- small cheap pleasures.
Last night we went and saw, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, at our local theatre, which is the only movie theatre that I actually enjoy going to anymore as its cheap, within walking distance and small…. The kind of place where the popcorn wafts into every crevice and occasionally the sound goes off and the small crowd is left chuckling to themselves in the dark. I loved the movie, the plot line was pretty predictable but it made me laugh and Jason Segel give multiple full frontals, so beyond all else its fun to see some male nudity in a comedy aimed for young audiences. After coming home and laying on the couch I made David rub my feet… its those instances where I am so grateful of us living together, because I can’t lie, sometimes the idea of living alone (which I never have) seems so perfect. I know though that I would probably go insane (I mean MORE than I am now) due to the lack of conversation. I talk to my plants and floor dust now, if I had no other human contact I would lose it for sure!!
I am so looking forward to this weekend; Thursday through Monday is going to be one long party, we are going to go to Exit, which I am super stoked about, I’ve always wanted to go there and I hope that I am not disappointed. Odds are good that I will be, I must lower my expectations so that I will be thrilled regardless. It seems weird that I am just turning 21; my life has been so filled with experiences, some exhilarating, some fantastic, some mundane and some terrifying. I look forward to the future with intense eagerness all the while holding tight to the moment.
Speaking of the moment, I just found a fantastic song, “Saint John”, by the Cold War Kids… I love it, so much that I just added it to my myspace. All music… it’s just phenomenal.
Alright well I need to pick up some items that I totally spaced on earlier today… things like, coffee, cat food etc..etc..
Peace and love to you all!!!!!!!! xoxoxoo- Morgana
May 27th, 2008
So check this out, I am 21 now and in this whole new mindset. Nothing has really changed as far as my actual lifestyle, but it’s amazing to no longer have to pretend to be someone else. I have become so used to fucking the underbelly of society (don’t get me wrong, I will always fornicate with that life), of always darting in and out of the borderline, of always making sure to have my story in check. Now, I am allowed to be me, to laugh drunkenly and giddily with genuine comfort. It’s pretty bizarre actually! I don’t mean to make the statement that I am a huge lush but I am certainly enjoying this new freedom. This new ability to function without secret, to be a little more carefree about the idea of going to a establishment with my real image on a ID, to finally be myself. We certainly did go out a lot this weekend, between brunches and late night blues bars, I found new places that I could enjoy a perfectly cooked egg or stomp my feet in my high heels to the thunderous excitement.
I bought a bike on Monday and let me tell you, I am in love with this beautiful piece of equipment. I want to cradle it between my thighs as I pour myself into the wind, oh wait, I do. My newness to the biking world is obvious as I sweat down the trails as my legs try to keep up with my enthusiasm, but baby, I fucking love it. I go out to the suburbs tomorrow to work, but I am eager to get back on my globe and pedal myself through Chicago’s stunning streets. I have never enjoyed looking at the boats in Belmont harbor as I did today, where they lay bobbing tied to their anchors, I flew on my own ability while admiring their glory. I look forward to my ability growing, my stamina and my skill starting to build like the muscles certain parts of my body lack.