Oct. 1, 2007

A new month, fall is officially here, days are shorter and the nights are getting cold. Summer, my favorite time of the year is ending…

This industry is all new to me, and so every photo shoot or film set is exciting and fresh. Yesterday for instance I had my first solo masturbation scene for libido films. Given the fact that I often fantasize about people watching me get off, having cameras clicking and lights glaring down at me while I played with my wet pussy wasn’t as hard as one might imagine. Although, fantasies never pan out quite like the ones in your head.  In fact, I find that most people (myself included) are often afraid to actually experience their fantasies.

I love listening to music, letting the rhythm enter me, like a lubricated snake which forces me to dance, to pulse to the bass line.   I love music! I love really listening, noticing every word and how its connected with the ones that follow it in verse. So powerful!  You know those questions like, “ if you were trapped on a desert island, what would you bring?” I would definitely bring music! I mean think about it, if you are on an island, somewhere tropical, you’ll have the properties to make rum and mead. You’ll have food, what with all the bananas and all.  But life without music, I don’t care how drunk or how nice the scenery is music is a dire necessity.  I would imagine it would have to be a solar powered transition radio….

I want to thank everyone for visiting this site. It means a great deal to have people eager and interested in me. So THANK YOU!!! Hopefully we wont disappoint.

I have cat hair on my black shirt and staples holding my bag together. I don’t always match and my blemishes are not always shine free. And that’s me, imperfect. I also drink too much and enjoy it immensely. Mmmmm…. You know what else I love; candy… which really is the strangest substance we are humans continually munch on. Twizzlers for instance; yum, they do make the mouth happy yet, are just like sweetened and dyed rubber, corn syrup man, it does wild things.  I really should not eat the candy, as I spent all winter in the dentist’s office and finally finished paying them back. ;-)

Oct. 4, 2007

 So I was taking the ‘L’ to work this morning, (yes I still have a “day job” one I hope to eventually eliminate, even though I do love it, it gets in the way of my porn star grind). But anyway on my way to work in the early morning, it is rush hour of course, and I find myself doing what I normally do on my way to work. Jamming to my iPod and observing the masses with their perfectly combed hair and Red Eye (a local free daily here in Chicago).  I love to checkout people’s shoes, and their toenails. I like to see who can stomach wearing their heels all day or who needs to carry them in their purse. Or how an expensive suit can be paired with the dirtiest pair of running shoes. It makes me laugh.  I think it would be accurate to generalize that over half the commuters have some sort of musical device bruising their eardrums, I’ve also noticed that its usually the males who have to let some part of their body show the beat. Whether it escapes from their fingers and taps against their briefcase, or comes out of their toes hitting the dirty floor with their polished boots. I am much more of a body pulsar myself, head, feet, hands and hips, the music comes out.
What’s in my iPod you ask- well an eclectic mix including Marilyn Manson (Love him! We just saw his bomb-ass concert… pretty much had mad stage sex with him from 20 yards away), KRS-1, Sublime (another fave), Sparklehorse, Tom Waits, System of a Down, Bone Thugs, Eminem, Fiona Apple, Evenessence, Wyclef, Kittie, the new Interpol, Weezer, the Grateful Dead, CCR and more.

Oct. 9th

So that shoot the other day produced beautiful and sexy pictures. It wasn’t the most professional scene, but it was comfortable and I feel satisfied with it.  There is something about having those lights shining on your body that makes you feel so glamorous.
Getting the pictures turned out to be a drag, as I was on my way home from work and thought I would stop in quickly, turned out that they hadn’t even been formatted correctly and I ended up waiting over an hour.  But I realize everyone has to start somewhere, and that my company was no doubt appreciated. I have to imagine for lonely men everywhere, letting beautiful women into their home and taking naked pictures of them is a dream come true.  I think photographers should have to take a 101 class explaining proper etiquette, contracts and model releases. Anyway though, I hope everyone likes them. I think the shower ones are super hot, I have a couple of the prints framed on the wall. I hope to someday soon just have entire walls of my apartment lined with glossy prints and images of lust.

Oct. 11th, 2007

I went and gardened today; I feel so at home with the enormous oaks and walnuts, the catalpa trees offering their hanging pods as gifts for the years to come.  As I step into the grass the early morning dew hits my thin shoes and soaks my mismatched socks. I let the smoke from my cigarette match the mist coming off the nearby water. Its cold, and the air is unforgiving when stagnant, only with movement does the body temperature rise, and within an hour layers come off and sweat dampens the brow.
With the river on one side of the property and a forest preserve on the other, it’s such a relaxing space to enter, a getaway from the noxious city. Even though it is in a suburb, its secluded enough that the sound of car alarms and yelling taxis are far away from thoughts.
We  (this woman N. and I) planted Alium and Tulip bulbs that will come up next spring. It’s incredible how much work it really is, to dig and dig and stick these little bundles of life into the eager loam. I ache for spring already, and although I honor the seasons with every pore of my body, I am so excited to see the rewards of all this work.
With my hands in the dirt and my body in doggy-style position, it’s like making love to the earth. She fills my body with the serenity of her whole being; a baby garter snake hibernating in the dank soil, the icy breeze nipping at my neck like a lovers suckle, a handsome mallard floating along down the river, his green head brilliant against the fall landscape.
Even though the city is the necessary place for me to function, I need the peace and beauty of nature to guide me. To make me remember that we didn’t arise from concrete, that we have the ability to help and heal our most enchanting and magnanimous earth.

Oct. 18th, 2007

Hey all- Check out my Myspace page at http://www.myspace.com/missmorganamoon

Also, check out http://www.Bikinicooks.com and go to their podcast section to see me (Miss Morgan) cooking in my bikini. It’s hot and spicy.

Speaking of websites and all the fun things that the Internet provides, David and I have started reviewing sex toys for this site called http://www.edenfantasys.com. The first thing they sent us was this door sex swing, and although David loved it, it was a little hard for me to work it. When I get in a sex swing, I like to really SWING, with lots of motion and ease. This swing lacked the ability to really fly. Still though, adding any sort of new toy or position is so awesome and exciting. Plus getting these toys in the mail makes me stalk the UPS man even more, and also forces me to walk to the Post Office daily, as I usually miss the man in brown.

Our newest arrival was the movie ‘Urban Friction’, which I still need to review. What’s funny about receiving that particular movie is that it is a Libido Films movie and both David and I have performed on either past or current projects. In fact, I got seriously hammered at a party thrown by the man himself, and wound up breaking a glass and creating quite an embarrassing scene. Ooops!

Oct. 22nd, 2007

The Time Out article didn’t give us as much publicity as we had hoped for although I can’t say I had any expectations, so it’s hard to be too disappointed. The article is still worth checking out, its well written and informative. You know what’s super funny? As I look over to a stack of books on my left, there sits my cat klaomi with a Time Out cover in her mouth, ripping it with her teeth.

I am eating apples, saltines and peanut butter for breakfast, its messier than I thought, unless I want peanut butter all over my keyboard, I have to pause for a bit.

Monday today… I need to shower immediately if not sooner, I was too apathetic yesterday to bother, and all I’ve done for this past weekend is be fucked up and follow everything with dirty sex.  My hair is in this huge sex-headed mess that I can’t even imagine how to untangle. Yesterday after waking up at the crack of noon, we headed down to a local bar/grill where the food was decent enough and they had a bloody Mary special. Mmmmm…. Nothing screams Sunday funday like eggs and booze. The sun was just perfectly hitting our outside table, and we sat, like two cats soaking up the beautiful rays.

Saturday night a coworker had a pre-Halloween party, it was pretty mellow, but fun to dress up and chit-chat with the peeps. I found these white knee length pajama pants of sorts and this white ¾ sleeve top, which I painted Jackson Pollock style. And that was our costume, David went as Pollock and I went as his painting. It was pretty sweet!

Oct. 29th, 2007

I love Halloween! As much as this time of year is a bit depressing here in the midwest with the cold weather coming in and everything going brown, thats one of the reasons Halloween makes since right now. It brings out the dark in everyone, lets the death and destruction wander in the streets amidst candy wrappers and foaming beer.

David and I went out on saturday to our favorite bar, they had a Halloween party ( of course) and it was a rockin' good time. One good thing about being a splatter painting is that spillage doesnt matter! ;-) Not that I ever spill, or fall down, or air guiter.

I do think there should be more opportunities on the calender where it is acceptable for people to voyage out of their norm and express their creativity by paying too much for an in-the-bag costume. I mean we have sweetest day, valentines day and so many other pre-packaged holidays and most of them don't involve dressing like a vampire, or princess. It's too bad really.