{"id":20106,"date":"2014-11-24T13:31:07","date_gmt":"2014-11-24T18:31:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20106"},"modified":"2015-02-01T09:15:09","modified_gmt":"2015-02-01T14:15:09","slug":"saying-goodbye-to-a-lover-is-never-easy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20106","title":{"rendered":"Saying Goodbye to a Lover is Never Easy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I dreamed last night about Sty and I woke this morning with a groggy clarity that was colored in orange and red hues of sadness. Sty so sweet &#8211; so sexy &#8211; so present and giving &#8211; and yet I cannot give <em>him<\/em> what he wants from me. Not now maybe not ever. And so he has answered the siren&#8217;s call to head out to another gig, in another town, and I am moving on. How sweet these past weeks have been in the large, strong arms of desire. <\/p>\n<p>But what my friends have seen from all of this is how much I have grown. Me. So now I will take my victory lap. Who doesn&#8217;t want to be desired by someone they desire? Who doesn&#8217;t want lips so sweet to kiss yours? Who doesn&#8217;t want love to lift you off your feet? <\/p>\n<p>My intuition has been strong. My knowledge in what I am prepared to give has been a knowing deep in my bones. My hesitation has proven prudent. My love of self has come to the forefront. I battled me. <\/p>\n<p>We all must meet in a space where we feel protected. I have stood sentry over my temple (with a little help from my friends). <\/p>\n<p>I am sad and yet my clarity is like a beacon of light into my now and tomorrow. <\/p>\n<p>Tonight, I will light a candle for my struggles &#8211; I battled the old me, and the new me won. I will call out to my ancestors again for giving me wisdom and a heart that is fearless. I will thank God for my friends and their support. <\/p>\n<p>I will say to my sexy friend, thank you for you, you helped me be me without fear. <\/p>\n<p>And I will tell the world in a hush, <em>bring me another lover<\/em>, with a sweet smile on my lips. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"20107\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=20107\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?fit=640%2C640\" data-orig-size=\"640,640\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-title=\"her name\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?fit=640%2C640\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?resize=640%2C640\" alt=\"her name\" width=\"640\" height=\"640\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-20107\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?w=640 640w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?resize=150%2C150 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/her-name.jpg?resize=300%2C300 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I dreamed last night about Sty and I woke this morning with a groggy clarity that was colored in orange and red hues of sadness. Sty so sweet &#8211; so sexy &#8211; so present and giving &#8211; and yet I cannot give him what he wants from me. Not now maybe not ever. And so he has answered the siren&#8217;s call to head out to another gig, in another town, and I am moving on.&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-5ei","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20106"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20362,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20106\/revisions\/20362"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}