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Art by Trudy Good

I am almost always in control.

Of another, of course, but particularly of myself.

But tonight with the summer solstice girdling the evening with magic, and with a wild, apocalyptic moon building herself in the heavens, I am partially undone.

I pace the humid, velvet, fantasy-rich night with light, hungry, tireless footsteps.

Prowling. Circling. Rattling this invisible chain that tethers me.

I am taut, stretched, urgent. I am savage, romantic, decadent. I am poetic, dangerous, sensual.

I close my eyes and allow the rush of her body to sweep over me, exciting my imagination. Her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts. The sweet hollow of her throat. The sacred mound of her sex.

The delicate silk of her hair trailing against my skin. The feel of her gorgeous curves beneath my fingers, against my lips, beneath my tongue.

Her scent filling my mouth.

The certainty of leather restraints upon her elegant ankles and wrists. The circle of a collar about her neck.

I am almost always in control.

But tonight I could roar with this aching, yearning, delicious desire.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Trudy Good

I am fond of this old post of mine and like to resurrect it for the summer solstice. Apologies to regular readers who are no doubt bored with it. And yes, sometimes the solstice finds me this way.


Posted by on June 21, 2022 in Uncategorized


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International Women’s Day and sexual D/s

Some might have been surprised by my tweet on Twitter earlier.

Perhaps for a number of readers it might seem an unusual, even an unlikely thing, for a man who is ‘hard wired’ to sexually dominate, control and ‘own’ women to write like this. I shall explain in a moment.

But first of all, why do I find women so incredible?

Basically, because no matter how badly, unfairly, carelessly, cruelly, immorally, and disrespectfully we men have treated women down the centuries, women have not bowed to brutality, persecution, discrimination, patronization, and thoughtlessness. Even when today – even in the ridiculously called ‘first’ world – the situation is still oppressive.

  • The major religions all denigrate, marginalize, and subjugate women to a lesser or greater extent.
  • Pay levels across the globe have been kept universally lower for women. (Even in ‘enlightened’ Hollywood male actors still earn more)
  • Men still occupy the majority of key and middle positions in government and business. There is no real equality of opportunity.
  • Sexual crimes, harassment, intimidation, and sexually inappropriate behavior are still institutional almost everywhere. The previous President of the United States (Trump) is a clear example of it. There is still a belief among many men (and sadly some women) that rape can be justified or excused. It can never be under any circumstances. See here.
  • Men are often allowed to walk away from the physical (and often financial) responsibility of fatherhood, expecting women to rear children. And regardless of whether the man is there or not, the woman is still often expected to take on the majority of childcare, running the house, and go to work.
  • Even in the USA in around half the states there is no legal limitation on the minimum age of the bride.

I could go on. Forever. Some things maybe are better now than they were once. But it is truly miserable. And the pace of change is glacial.

But despite everything women have bravely battled and fought, and are still doing so. And they are proving, at last that, if there is a more resourceful, adaptable, intelligent and braver sex – then women are it. Because to succeed in living fulfilling and happy lives in such a misogynist and hostile environment takes far more than most men will ever give credit, or even attempt to understand.

And where does D/s – as it relates to me – sit in all of this?

It has very little to do with it.

Sexual D/s is a consensual act or agreement between two people where one gives up their sexual free will to the other. The reason they do this is because it arouses, excites and completes them. It is the way they both are. Of course a Dominant or a submissive can be a man or a woman and vice versa.

But if there is one thing about D/s that does relate to all I have said in this post, then it is this. If any male Dominant thinks he is somehow above, more important or better than his female submissive then he really needs to take a long hard look at himself.

Because he has clearly lost the plot.

And proved my point.

Women are more than equal to men.



I wrote this, and the tweet, five years ago. I re-post both today. Things are happening, and perhaps, very slowly, the tide is turning. But it is a massive ocean that needs to change.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art from UN International Women’s Day promotional material 2017


Posted by on March 8, 2022 in Uncategorized


Perfect moments

Never believe

there is a perfect


that will be

your moment

to use.


Something else

somewhere else

someone else

will come along.


And the moment

your moment

the moment

you waited for

will have gone




© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer


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Curse on the Butcher


I curse you Vladimir Putin.

The curse of a disease.

Malign, incurable, terminal.

A disease bringing you extreme and endless pain that cannot be eased.

A disease that has you incontinent, pus-ridden and stripped of dignity.

A disease that has your flesh rotting from your bones.

A disease that lingers long, yet every day attacks you more viciously, more brutally, more cruelly.

A disease that slowly destroys your body and mind.

Yet still allows you to know the world, including your own people, relish, delight and take comfort in every single second of your suffering.

This is my curse on you, Vladimir Putin.

Yet it is still not punishment enough.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Image taken from internet. If yours please let me know and I will credit or remove.


Posted by on February 25, 2022 in politics, Still Life, Uncategorized


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Me – the ‘small print’

I wrote this four years ago. Since then I have gained new followers, and some may have missed it. I would hate readers to be under any illusions about the man and writer behind Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic.


Some followers on WordPress and Twitter are surprised and disappointed when I express political or general opinions, outside of what they ‘expect’ from me. A number unfollowed me today after my recent tweet mocking the ludicrous idea that more guns make for a safer society.

Rather than you all unfollow me in an untidy fashion as you realise that I am not quite what you expected, I have decided to post this ‘small print’ about me, so all those who wish to take offence at my beliefs can disappear at once. I am certain there is something in here to upset most people but I do feel obliged to come clean about the man behind the writer.

I am white, male, English and middle-aged.
I am a socialist.
I am an atheist.
I am not poor (or particularly rich) by UK standards, and certainly not poor by world standards.
I would rather live in a poor, caring, fair society than a rich, uncaring, unfair one.
I believe all lives, whoever, wherever, are equal.
I believe all human beings have a right to food, water, and shelter
I believe we are all responsible for the safety and well-being of the children of the world.
I abhor discrimination by race, country of origin, sex (in the widest possible sense), age, religion (even though I am an atheist) and I abhor discrimination due to (lack of) wealth or education.
I abhor misogyny and the oppression and abuse of women in all societies
I abhor discrimination against those who face mental or physical challenges, or who are simply not like the ‘norm’.
I believe it is totally unacceptable that 1% of the world’s population own 50% of the world’s wealth, and that the gap between rich and poor globally is widening.
I think capitalism without morality has failed the majority
I hate the cult of money, and also the cult of celebrity.
I despise fervent nationalism or tribalism because it seldom leads to good outcomes. Flags should be reserved for sporting events.

There is probably more, but I am as bored with writing this as you probably are with reading it. Those who have decided to leave have probably left. There is more about me here and here if you can be bothered.

Please exit quietly. Hopefully some will remain.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Fabian Perez


Posted by on February 19, 2022 in Poetry, politics, Still Life, Uncategorized


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Picture on her profile

Art by William Oxer

Her picture on her profile.

It began with that.

His long finger was arrested in its lazy, languid, bored downwards scroll by her image.

A slight intake of breath. An appreciative lift of the eyebrows. A smile. An impossible sense of recognition.

He did not know her, but she seemed familiar.

He studied her face. The eyes, the mouth, the nose, the cheekbones.

He stroked the stubble on his chin, and leaned forward slightly in his chair.

With his eyes closed he imagined her.  And he could picture her completely in his head.

He guided the cursor and clicked the ‘follow’ button.

Her picture on her profile.

It began with that.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer


Posted by on February 8, 2022 in Poetry, romance, Still Life, Uncategorized


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There are meetings


and conversations

that seem full of portent

full of promise

full of premonition

unusual and special

from their very first breath.


Yet there are others

that appear innocent

with no significance

or implication

or intuition

until much later

when hindsight shows us

how momentous

those inauspicious

innocuous moments

really were.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Dan Witz


Posted by on January 9, 2022 in Uncategorized


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A holy season


A Holy Season


It is a holy season.

Cruel winds

shrill at the corners

scrub my face raw.

I hear a choir

dying in every gust.


It is a holy season.

Ragged chanting

from the perennial faithful

to celebrate birth.


It is a holy season.

Merciless children

torment the purses

of betrayed mothers,

extracting promises

like teeth.


It is a holy season.

Her head rests


on my shoulder

leaking tears.

Her dead breath

is captured

in my curls.


It is a holy season.

I will undress it,

blue-fingered torture

from collar

to spine.


It is a holy season.

Licking thin lips

fresh with the taste

of salt and blood.


It is a holy season.

The meek

dream of inheritance

while the mighty

steal the shirts

from their backs.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written during a bitter winter long ago when I lost my heart, my words, and the last tattered remnants of faith – in religion, in politics, in big business. In the time since I wrote this the rich have become far richer all over the world. And much more skilled at lying, cheating, bullying and stealing. Hence Trump, Johnson and many others.

It has become a ritual for me to post this every year. An antidote to the commercialism and tacky sentimentality that the season swims in.

photograph borrowed from diginoobsi


Posted by on December 24, 2021 in politics, Still Life, Uncategorized


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Those which touched me

Playing Piano


Those of you who have read me for a while will know I listen to a great deal of music. My tastes are broad, from rock to jazz, hip hop to blues, R&B to classical, opera to indie, and many genres in between. And I enjoy music from all over the world.

I listen to a lot of new albums and these are my fifteen favourites from those released in 2021 that came to my attention. Each one, in its own way, excited, moved, touched, impressed and delighted me.

They are not in any particular order:

Sons of Kemet – Black to the Future

Wolf Alice – Blue Weekend

Little Simz – Sometimes I might be Introvert

Arooj Aftab – Vulture Prince

Lana Del Rey – Chemtrails over the Country Club

Nubya Garcia – Source + We Move

St. Vincent – Daddy’s Home

Swindle – The New World

The Killers – Pressure Machine

Mdou Moctar – Afrique Victime

Lana Del Rey – Blue Banisters

Nick Cave & Warren Ellis – Carnage

Arab Strap – As Days Get Dark

London Grammar – Californian Soil

Self Esteem – Prioritise Pleasure


If you ever get a chance to listen to any of them, I hope you enjoy.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Photograph found on the web, source unknown. If yours, please advise and I will remove or give credit.



Posted by on December 22, 2021 in Music, Still Life, Uncategorized


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As Woman


If I was a grand architect of design.

If I was the master of texture, colour, shape, style and beauty.

If I could mould and fashion and forge personality, intelligence, sensitivity, sensuality, generosity and strength.

If I possessed the perfect, potent power of pure magic

If I was a wild-eyed cosmic genius with a boundless, endless, limitless imagination.

If my creativity dwarfed and humbled every artist, scientist, writer, sculptor and mathematician who had ever graced the planet.

Even if I had dominion over all things

I still could never create a creature

as unique

and as extraordinary

as Woman.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I first wrote and posted this a number of years ago – and as every year passes, I know it more. And adore.


Posted by on September 28, 2021 in romance, Still Life, Uncategorized


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