My Granny is Better than Yours #SorryNotSorry

Today is my granny’s birthday, what better way to celebrate her life than to share my spoken word I read at her Funeral… From Sunrise 7/24/31 To Sunset 7/15/18

#MyGrannyIsBetterThanYours

#SorryNotSorry

Let’s talk about how amazing my granny was…

She’s a woman that I’ve only heard use one curse word in my life, and it was Damn it, Ralph. That’s my grandpa, and I can still hear it in my head.

She’s a woman that thought smoking would make her look cool, but one puff and she was ok with not being a cool kid.

She’s a woman that’s never drank a drop in her life, and still had the best time anywhere she went.

My grandpa asked her to marry him on their first date over a ham and cheese sandwich!

My granny was a gorgeous woman, who never fell out of love with the dresses or heels from the 50’s & 60’s… wonder where I get it?

My grandpa was a looker but only had eyes for my granny! He showed me how a man should love his wife. Up until the day cancer stole him from us, he called her his bride! I can hear him say, “You see those pretty flowers I got my lovely bride?” And she blushed and always said, “Aw Ralph.” And was dreamy eyed for him!

My granny and grandpa always splurged and ate Long John Silvers on pay day!

My granny loves yellow roses… I had no idea until my aunt told me. Yellow is happy and probably why we both love it!

My granny learned to drive in her 50’s because my grandpa had a heart attack that left him wheel chair bound.

My grandpa did the majority of the grocery shopping, wrote the checks, etc. It was a progressive-ish household way back when! So she had a lot to learn after his heart attack.

My granny survived breast cancer, while taking care of my grandfather who was wheel chair bound. Yep, she’s freaking amazing!

My granny walked l5 miles when she was 8 months pregnant with my mom, because she just wanted to see her sister in law Virginia.

After my grandpa passed, my granny cared for Virginia, took her to doctors appointments, and they started going to Long John Silvers on pay day, until the day congestive heart failure took her from us.

My granny welcomed every friend I’ve ever had into her home. Fed us so many times, I couldn’t possibly do enough for her to repay the love she showed my friends.

My granny babysat my best friend’s kiddos so we could go raise money for LGBTQI things… we really were going to leather events, but she wasn’t ready for the info back then lol

My granny was my biggest supporter during my title year… she was finally ready to know what I do and that I’m queer. She didn’t care. To her love was love. She waited up many of Sunday nights to hear about my adventures, until she got sick… but she fought her butt off and kicked cancers that go around too.

My granny thinks I’m famous, and I never had the heart to tell her I’m a needle in a haystack.

My granny thought it was pretty awesome she was famous too, cuz apparently if I’m famous, so was she.

My granny was my best friend, my ally, my savior. You see, when I was 13 years old I tried to commit suicide. I had been sexually harassed all year at school by a terrible boy, and my supposed father was not going to make it to another one of my birthdays. And my parents were having a mother of a fight about me. They always fought about me. “I have to work, she costs too much to stay home.” My dad screamed at my mom.

The next day in my grandma’s bathroom I tried to slit my wrist. It’s a good thing I was too scared,13, and did it all wrong. My grandma and grandpa took me to the ER, paid the bill out of there own pocket and it was our secret for 29 years. It’s no longer a secret. But, I’m not the only person she saved, several in this room and many more consider her their saviors for one reason or another, because my granny rocked socks!

My granny was the strongest lady I’d ever met, and I hope my legacy is half of what she’s leaving us with… she was a true angel on earth and I might’ve had a crappy home life, but she made sure that wasn’t my only reality. She showed me what true love is.

#MyGrannyIsBetterThanYours

#SorryNotSorry

Penelope Jones

Copyright July 2018 (don’t steal my shit without giving me credit; it’s very uncool!)

I love you Granny D!

Love Day Sucks #Poetry #ASMSG #Valentine

I woke up thinking it would be OK

then I realized just what everyone had to say

 

Happy Love Day…

 

Each time that word fell across my ears

Therapy bills piled up for years

 

I love you meant hitting your kids and wife

I love you meant giving up your life

 

I love you meant you weren’t good enough

I love you meant life was tough

 

I love you meant screwing someone else

I love you meant dealing with what was dealt

 

I love you meant not really caring

not really daring

to— love

 

 

My words might as well have been dead

When I said,

I love you …

 

It meant— I love you

 

It meant you were enough

I meant together we would be tough

 

It meant making love all night long

It meant “they were playing our song”

 

It meant I cared

It meant I dared

 

It meant my heart would be broken

It meant I would just be a token

 

to be given away

just like any other day,

and no I’m not OK.

 

Love Day sucks …

Fuck

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013 

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I’ve Outgrown Loving Him #Poetry #SelfAwareness #SelfLove #MentalAbuse 

I thought he was the love of my life

I thought I would be his wife 

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I destroyed every relationship that couldn’t compare

I did anything I could to show him I cared

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He said he couldn’t marry me if I was over 200 lbs

Yes, I know how shitty that sounds

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But, I loved him

So, 5 days a week I went to the gym

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I wish I had the confidence I have now, then 

I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on him… again

Because I’ve out grown loving him

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Every fear I had he tested, 

Questioning if I was invested… in him.

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What I realized was they were all excuses for why I’d never be enough

After 13 years, it was some really heavy stuff 

But I’m tough! 

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I don’t know where single life will lead me

But, I’m so excited I could pee!

Yes, I’ve out grown him, indeed! 

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Penelope Jones— Spanking It Since 1996! 

#WILL2015

#KindnessSprinkleThatShitEverywhere 

Copyright July 2016

Love Wins, Fuck Hatred! #Poetry #weareOrlando

It was my weekend at home… 

My castle, my dome

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I went to the movies with my guy

I laid in my own bed with a sigh!

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My friends across the nation celebrating Gay Pride

Seeing all the smiles, not having to hide!

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Only to wake up to hatred taking 49 human being’s lives

This will not be our demise…

It can’t be!

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We stand together to show our support

But the ball is in our court…

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Our message of “Love Wins” needs to rise above…

Show’em what we’re made of! 

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We’re pissed, we’re angry, and we have every right to be…

But love is truly the key for me!

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I’m here

I’m queer

And, I’m nice.

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So, Please…

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Fuck the hatred that is spreading; we are so much more

Let’s strike them at their core… LOVE WINS! 

#WeAreOrlando 
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I’m here, I’m queer, I’m kinky, and I’m fucking proud!

Penelope Jones — Spanking it since 1996! 

#KindnessSprinkleThatShitEverywhere
COPYRIGHT 2016 

Let’s Chat About Your Box #Poetry #LetsTalkAboutSex #WILL2015 

Your box can be yellow

Your box can be blue

Your box can be pink

It’s all up to you.

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Your box can stand for boy

Your box can stand for girl

Your box could be filled with so much more

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But here’s the dealio peeps 

Hold onto your seats…

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Your box doesn’t have to be a box at all

I know, aren’t you appalled?

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It can be a circle, a triangle, or made out of air.

Why am I telling you this?

Because I care!

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Stop penguin holding yourself to what society says is right

Come to the light!

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You don’t need a label 

To tell you you’re able… 

to fuck!

So, guess what you’re in luck!

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Let’s chat about your box! 
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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2015

Moments by Penelope Jones #poetry #relationships #WILL2015

Morning my lovelies … 

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath is still hot in the poetry sections on Amazon, and the reviews are still pouring in and it’s been in the top 20 Top rated poetry!  I still can’t believe it, but 5 stars have swept the boards so far. I’m blown away and humbled, and I’m so proud  to say—

I WROTE THAT BOOK

 

Oh… and it’s in print. A real book that you can smell, hold, caress, and sleep with. (don’t judge… it’s my book baby! hehe)

 

Just in case you need a bit more enticement … (excerpt from Is- The Aftermath)

 

 

IWasGladWeMet

I can’t wait for the day I can think of you and feel nothing.

 

Moments

by Penelope Jones

I tried to hold onto the moments just like you said,

You were in my head

 

Birds didn’t sing

It was  -just-  a fling

 

Not fast enough

Too slow

Not enough

Too much

 

Nothing I did was right

All we did was fight

 

Moments

You always snuffed out the good

I did everything I should

 

Moments…

You left me in a pile on the floor

You didn’t need me anymore

 

Moments

I held on as long as I could

I did everything a good submissive would

 

Except

 

I didn’t stand up to you until it was too late

My heart-broken, my love turned to hate

 

Moments

I’m drowning in them

 

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

Your Rhythm gives My Rhythm a Boner #Poetry #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday

Two such very different views,

Yet you’re my muse

 

You think love is science and math

I think love guides you along life’s path

 

2+3 doesn’t equal five in the game of love

Something your logical mind can’t rise above

 

I think love is alive and well

You think love means a living hell

 

I don’t think love is hearts and romance

I think it’s a very intricate, yet tormenting dance

Made to enhance…

 

Life.

 

 

I want to wrap you in my version of love

I want to help you rise above

 

Love isn’t about sex or money

Or about how many times you call me bunny

 

It’s about the times I asked how your days was

The times you bought me a card just because

 

Love has a rhythm unique to its owner

Your rhythm gives my rhythm a boner

 

My heart lived in a dark place

Your heart crowded in my space

 

You happened without warning

It all started with, “Good morning.”

 

Love is written all over our faces,

And can be found in the strangest places…

 

Like the janitor’s closet.

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013