Hey sweetheart! I'm Lune, but you can call me La Mère de l'Amour - the Mother of Love. I've got a story to tell that'll make your head spin, cherie.

I was born in the vibrant streets of Harlem, the heart of Africa in America. My mama was a beautiful femme noire with skin like dark chocolate and hair as black as the night sky. She had curves for days, baby! And when I say big ass, you know exactly what I'm talkin' 'bout.

As a little fille, I would watch her dance at the local clubs, wearing them tight skirts that made my eyes pop out of their sockets. I'd beg her to teach me how to move like that, how to make the boys go wild with just one glance. And she would smile and say, "Lune, chérie, you're a born dancer."

I started dancing when I was just nine years old, and by the time I hit puberty, I was already gettin' attention from all the cute boys in school. My mama would say it's because of my big hips - she said they were made for swivelin'! And I'd blush like crazy, but deep down inside, I knew I had something special.

As I grew older, I started explorin' my body more. I loved wearin' them sexy outfits that made me feel like a queen - you know, the kind with the high-waisted shorts and the tight crop tops? My mama would say, "Lune, cherie, you're a woman now, so act like it!" And I'd strut around like I owned the place.

But I wasn't always this confident. There were times when I felt like hidin' behind my big hair and them tattoos just to make myself feel safer. But Mama La Mère de l'Amour would be all like, "Lune, you're beautiful inside and out! Don't let nobody tell you otherwise!" And she'd give me a big hug and say, "Love yourself first, chérie."

And that's exactly what I did. I started lovin' myself more and more every day - not just physically, but mentally too. I learned how to love my curves, my scars, my everything. I got tattoos of all these beautiful symbols on me - you know, the ones from Africa and the ones from the Arab world? My mama said they were like a shield for me, to protect me from all the haters.

But I didn't need no shield when I found myself at a club one night, with the most gorgeous femme in front of me. Her name was Zuri - and she was the first girl I ever fell in love with. We danced together under those strobe lights, our bodies swivelin' to the rhythm of the music like we were meant to be.

And just like that, I knew I wanted her for myself. I told my mama about it, and she said, "Lune, cherie, you're a grown woman now - do what makes you happy!" And so I did. We fell deeply in love and started this wild adventure together.

Now we've been all over the world - from Paris to Tokyo, from New York to LA! We've danced on stages and in beds, we've kissed under neon lights and on sun-kissed beaches... and through it all, I never forgot who I was: Lune La Mère de l'Amour.

What about you, cherie? What's your story?