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(I wrote this post mostly for the Dominant men in the audience, but it applies equally for the submissive women.)

I overcame the illusion of a conflict between my progressive politics and my primal desires a long time ago, but I see others who are new to the lifestyle struggling. Here are my thoughts on the so-called “contradiction” between progressivism/being on the left and wanting a traditional Male-led relationship.

All inner conflict is an illusion

You vote for the left because you believe in a more just and equitable world, yet you also want to own your woman as your property.

“How can this be? Am I a hypocrite?”

No, but you’ve allowed yourself to think that because you’re trapped in the mind. Tap into your body, which will tell you the truth.

Desires are embodied, and we’re so deeply ashamed of our bodies that we’ve become estranged from our desires. Our mind tries to paper over the differences. “I can’t desire this one thing and also this other thing because of _______.” That’s just our programming trying to keep us safe from the scorn of those around us.

The truth is that sometimes you want one thing and sometimes you want another. Voting progressive and wanting to own a woman as your property are related however we want to relate them. The question is why is your mind relating them in a negative way?

Each person must answer this for themselves after great introspection and contemplative discussion with others.

Our parts pull us toward love

I used to talk about my contradiction as alter egos. Let’s call them Ralph and Jack.

Ralph is kind, full of light, and believes in progress and Justice. In a relationship, he stands for softness, equality, and magnanimity. He always listens with a kind empathetic ear and asks himself what he could do better. He has a keen sense of injustice and the moral arc of history. He votes for Bernie in the primary and Biden in the general because he thinks it’s the responsible, good thing to do.

Jack wants control. He’s dark inside and lives in the swamp. He wants his woman to stay at home serving him hand and foot as his property. He wants the whole world to be run by men and to make the world safe for female submission and the open expression of female inferiority. Politics doesn’t interest him because he knows that for all the feminist bitching around him, the world will always be run by men—and that deep down, most women like it that way—so he has nothing to prove.

It took a long journey to see that both Ralph and Jack were pulling in the same direction: love.

In my fullest expression of myself:

• Voting to be good stewards of the earth is love toward the planet and future generations.
• Embracing that I get rock hard when I think about owning a woman as my property is love toward my body.
• Listening to women who have been abused and empowering them to speak and be heard is love of healing my fellow humans, who all want to be seen and heard.
• Observing and accepting that for all the feminist angst out there, that the great majority of my liberal friends follow the same traditionalist arc to some degree is love of my future children, whom I will not burden with the same false ideals that made me hate my own desires for so long.
• Directing, guiding, and leading my woman is love for my person, who has desired surrender to a worthy man for as long as I have desired surrender from a worthy woman.
• Voting to protect women’s rights is love of humility, which enjoins the powerful (in this case, men) to exercise restraint since we aren’t all-knowing and even if we feel we’re in the right, we make mistakes.
• Voting against a man who makes public statements about women that may reflect our private sentiments is a love of my fellow citizen, because I understand the difference in my power as a private citizen in the private, nuanced conversations versus a public figure with the full power of the state behind him.
• Sharing my fantasies of a patriarchal world on Reddit is a love of my body, since it gets me hard; a love of my woman, since it gets her wet; a love of my fellow strangers, since they want to feel seen; and an expression of my idealism, since deep down, I do believe that if we were all perfectly healed that such a patriarchy could exist and that it would rule justly and with an open, understanding hand, and that barring the world reaching mass enlightenment, that I can emulate such rule in my own home.

The fullest expression of my love demands active participation from Ralph and Jack. Mending the rift between them and helping them see that they’re allies and brothers, not estranged and polarized enemies, is a mark of maturity. It’s the adult in us directing and guiding in a responsible way—our true inner Dominant. It’s the divine masculine healing the world by healing ourselves and our families, taking responsibility for the world around us from a position of radically embracing who we are.

I want to emphasize that last point.

Humility is always core to being a Dom, and for those of us who bear shame for our dominant nature, it starts with humbly accepting that we can’t be anyone other than the dominant men that we are. Then you expand your humility to encompass placing your woman’s needs above your own. Then your family’s. Eventually, you see your meaning in serving the world—not yourself—through your leadership.

This is not to say that conservative Doms have it wrong.

A conservative fundamentally emphasizes the preservation of what’s good. A progressive fundamentally emphasizes changing what’s bad.

Both are right. Both are necessary.

Our gift as progressive Doms (and subs) is to understand the healing nature of the traditionalist mindset. I’m not interested in literally going back to the 1950s where people like myself and my woman probably wouldn’t be seated at certain restaurants and abused women suffered in silence. I’m interested in a more whole, more just, fairer, happier world, and I genuinely believe that traditional gender roles have an important part to play.

I reject the idea that progress must always be rational. As a progressive traditionalist, I also believe that it can be primal. I believe that we can harness our minds, our hearts and our cocks and cunts to move things forward.

I don’t have time for a feminism that shames women for wanting to be SAHMs when most secretly fantasize about being bred and dependent on a strong, capable, loving man. I also don’t have time for a politics that’s obsessed with proving what I know from my lived experience and forcibly imposing it by law on every human being regardless of theirs. There is no contradiction.

If you feel conflicted, just know that I’m rooting for you. Ultimately, this journey is an inner spiritual one about finding ourselves and our place in the world.

We all have gifts to help one another heal. Find yours, and bring it forth.