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Three weeks

 

It is three weeks exactly to dress rehearsal.

It is not London. Or even a provincial theatre. It is a tiny venue in the heart of leafy England.

And it is not a great play. In fact it is far from a particularly good play.

But none of that makes it any less challenging or demanding. Or compelling. Or exciting.

Especially as I am never offstage throughout its ninety minutes, and my character has much to say.

The set is still under construction. It is going up around us – each rehearsal we arrive to the smell of fresh paint, and discover there has been further construction of our temporary reality. New props arrive, replacing what was makeshift. Whisky bottles and glasses, a desk, a leather sofa, a gun. We try on costumes. We see the newly printed programmes and know it is real.

I am becoming used to using an American accent that would never convince a native.

The reserve that members of the cast felt when we first assembled has melted away. Playing our parts, we touch, we flirt, we argue, we laugh. We fight, physically and verbally. We shout angrily. We look into eyes with passion and longing. We kiss. We have become the people in the script.

And as we practice and perfect, we encourage, we support, we help, and sometimes, we disagree.

We depend on each other, and we believe in each other. We have become close, as always happens.

It is three weeks exactly to dress rehearsal.

In another life, this would have been my life.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on June 5, 2019 in Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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Understandably

 

There are some

who do not like

my Dominant sexuality.

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There are some

who are not fond

of my prose and poetry.

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There are some

(understandably)

who do not care for me

at all.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A year old, but usually true.

Art by Nicolas Avon

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Summer dress

 

I see you

in a summer dress.

Thin straps on elegant shoulders. Your breasts captured sweetly. The curve of your hips caressed. Your arms and legs beautifully bare.

The hem high on your thighs.

Your hair is caught and stroked by the soft, warm breeze. Your skin is kissed by the friendly sun.

Your gorgeous eyes are shining.

Your smile is heavenly.

Yet you are shy

as the dress falls

like a cotton sea

at your feet.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vladimir Volegov

Written four years ago – but it is a time for dresses – and removing them

 

 
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Posted by on May 20, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Your light

 

There is

no golden sunlight

no silver moonlight

no glittering starlight

no following spotlight

no revealing headlight

no flickering strobe light

no intense searchlight

no romantic candlelight

more illuminating

more compelling

more beautiful

than your light.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is the third outing for this post. Sometimes such a light shines.

Photograph by Jeremy Shane

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about four years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Dinner party conversation

 

I do not eat meat and have not done so for thirty years.

I am not evangelical about it. Other people’s diets are their own affair. And whilst the damage to the planet through meat consumption is deeply disturbing, my own consumption of fish and sea food generally does not provide me with any moral high ground on that score.

But one recurring dinner party conversation I have had over the years with those who like to eat meat has always puzzled me. It goes like this:

Other : (upon deducing that I don’t eat meat) So you don’t eat meat?

Self : No.

Other : That just means red meat, or white meat too?

Self : I eat no meat at all.

Other : But you eat fish?

Self : I love to eat fish. All sea food in fact. Except sea-living mammals.

Other : Some might consider fish to be meat. But anyway, you used to meat once upon a time?

Self : Yes. Lots of it. Anything with a pulse. 

Other : So why did you stop?

At this point I explain that it was for a number of reasons, all and none of which are the primary reason – heath and family history, ethics, environment, animal welfare, etc.

Other : OK (nodding, and then a pause). But you still eat fish.

Self : Yes

Other : You have to admit that is pretty arbitrary

Self : What is?

Other : Well, eating fish and not eating meat. How do you make that distinction?

Self : Between warm blooded and cold blooded, I suppose.

Other : Ha! That is really arbitrary.

Self : (smiling) No more than your eating choices when it comes to living creatures.

Other : What do you mean?

Self : You eat cow, and pig, and sheep and chicken I suppose.

Other : Indeed

Self : Duck, rabbit …

Other : Not so keen on rabbit, but its fine.

Self : Horse?

Other : (Looks askance) No

Self : Donkey?

Other : People don’t eat those

Self : I am sure they do somewhere. What about dog, or cat, or squirrel, or rat, or elephant, or giraffe or lion or kangaroo or ostrich, whale or dophin or …. monkey or ….

Other : Now you are being stupid.

Self : (Shrugs). You rather aggressively suggested my line on what living creatures I eat and do not eat is arbitrary, and I would be the first to concede it has failings from numerous points of view. Vegetarians and vegans would certainly raise questions. The bottom line is I that I don’t eat mammals. The truth is I personally don’t care what you eat, or why.
But when it comes to drawing arbitrary lines. I think you draw them a lot more untidily than I do.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Luke Martineau

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on May 8, 2019 in Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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‘Oh’

 

If I told you

how much

I want you

desire you

ache for you

yearn for you

long for you

need you

to belong to me

body and soul

then your eloquent lips

would form

a perfect circle

as you say

‘Oh’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not one of my new ones, but I rather like it. Perhaps you will too.

Art by Mihail Korubin Miho

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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