I pick my son up from school and we immediately get into a verbal confrontation over my refusal to buy him 18 certificate horror films off Amazon.
He retorts in anger. He calls me the f word. I am left feeling wounded and confused.
Yes, my thirteen year old son says that I am a...fascist.
About Me
- Sheridan Jones
- As a child I was always acting and dancing and as an adult I toured the world with my circus hair-hanging act. I was convent-schooled by narrow-minded nuns and went to Saturday morning ballet classes, changing track later and working as a dancer living flea-bitten, sometimes on only bread and water, in a sleazy Parisian boarding house run by a transvestite receptionist. My life has at times been both hard and privileged. I have travelled the world from Hong Kong to California and from Romania to the Middle East. I have sipped champagne in expensive ball-gowns at 21st birthday parties and slept on sofa's in Ceausescu's poverty-stricken and fear-ridden Bucharest. I have watched my sister crumble into terrified long-term insanity and she is now entombed in the state psychiatric system. Life to me has always been both normal and abnormal. I live happily in the Cotswolds, where I seem to be surrounded by eccentrics. I am undergoing Jungian Analysis. And I enjoy life immensely.
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