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Because I write

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

Smiles cloak sadness

sorrow hides joy

calm contains a storm

fire disguises ice.

My words are not always

a true barometer

of  my mood

nor an honest camera

to faithfully capture

the moment.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Ruven Afanador



Posted by on November 29, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life


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I have become narrow

Sculpture by Alberto Giacometti

Five years.

It is apparently how long ago I first registered with WordPress. The automatically generated notice from WP came as a surprise. And made me think about my early on-line writing days before ‘The Notebook’ and Love Affair Diary’.
Before coming here.

In those far off times I certainly wrote of romance and desire, sex and adoration, dominance and submission. I definitely spoke of my admiration for beautiful, intelligent, creative, wonderful women. In poetry and in prose.

Yet interspersed among the sensual and the erotic was music, art, poetry, and literature. Science and nature. Even politics.

Back then I posted of a richer, broader, fuller, more varied life. One that was beyond, and yet contained, sexual and emotional desire.

And I realise I have become confined, constrained, constricted. I have shortened my telescoped my horizons, lowered my sights, reduced my scope.

I have become skinny, thin, two-dimensional, without depth.

I have become narrow.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Sculpture by Alberto Giacometti




Posted by on November 10, 2015 in Still Life


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In your sunlight


I stumbled on your words.

I wasn’t looking. But somewhere an age ago on my own back pages you had made a comment and left behind the inevitable avatar footprint. Relationships leave so many tracks these digital days.

Without really thinking I found myself at your blog.

It is completely you. I mean, it reflects you. How I remember you anyway. Elegant, feminine, uncluttered, intelligent and creative. A sense of style. Sending a statement of who you are. I felt impressed, but then I always was.

I wasn’t going to read anything.

I don’t want to know about your life now. Your successes, your lovers, your writing, your photographs, your music, all your dreams coming true. But I couldn’t help myself. I scrolled down through the entries. I have always liked the way you write.

There are posts which I was temporarily certain were about me. Yet I rationalised, looking at the dates, too much time had passed for it to possibly be so. I felt an inevitable stab of jealousy that someone else could have stirred you to write words that I would have cherished. Words that I would have been so proud to inspire.

And a small part of me clings to the hope, ridiculous I know, that I am in your mind every now and again as you tap at your keyboard

I didn’t stay for long. Although it is a public site it still seemed like prying. And I had this strange feeling you would somehow discover me there. A dark and now unwelcome stranger, lurking amongst your pages.

A shadow in your sunlight.

I will not return.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from iNeedChemicalX





Posted by on May 19, 2014 in Lovers Past, Still Life


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Stepping outside


I seldom step outside of Romantic Dominant.

He is me, but then he is not. He is part of me, but I am not part of him.

The last post was my 300th in the Notebook. There were a couple of hundred more in Love Affair Diary. And there were still more in the blogs before that. I have known a few of you for all that time. There are some of you who know me well. A rare few I have been fortunate enough to meet. And I have learned much about one or two of you. Sometimes beyond words. I am grateful for what was shared.

It is not over by any means. There is surely a finale. To steal and modify from Leonard Cohen – Like any Dominant he is watching for the card that is so high and wild he’ll never need to deal another.
I hope it is someone heavenly as sin.

So far it has been a glorious experience. To be read by friends and strangers is far more than my story, or at least the fragments of my story, deserve.

So I’m stepping outside of Romantic Dominant for just a moment.

To say – and I am sorry it is such a cliché – thank you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

PS Some readers have taken this post as a farewell. It is not by any means. It is just a thank you.


Posted by on September 12, 2013 in Still Life


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