Making my life into sci-fi

Kay Ebeling

Amazing how long one can dangle by a thread, often I feel like an abandoned space traveler waiting for a ship to return. Meanwhile I'm tethered to a space station with heat and electricity, venturing out now and then, when the atmosphere is conducive, to examine the planet and bring home samples, spending long hours indoors at my digital connection staying in touch with others from other places in space. One bonus: love shopping for space suits here and online with the extra cash I have from my digital job.

Every night I download the files that are my assignment and keep me in this space station. I work on them, then have remaining hours for R&R, as long as I don't stray too far from the station and keep checking in with Dianne in L.A. Not sure where in L.A. she is or even if she really is there, in fact, have never met Dianne or even heard her voice. But almost every day she sends me email with work that results in a monthly influx of money in my account, so I have to open that email every night and do the work or I'll end up out in the atmosphere. 

If I can't keep up payments on the space station, I'll have to wear the tattered clothes of a ground dweller and breathe the CO2 from passing gas-burning vehicles twenty four hours a day, which could kill me.
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(Getting in arguments with atheists in the ether again)

Kay Ebeling

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Religion vs Science? I used to hang with astronauts, guys who've seen space from outside this planet's pull, and pretty sure Every One of them believes now in Some kind of a higher power. Not necessarily the silly stuff humans do to try to get stuff out of god or have power over other people etc, but some master plan. There is too much physics, too much math, too much perfection, several of them told me, for there not to be some intelligence that creates it all.
'nuff said.
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I still would never walk into a Christian church except to buy it and make it into housing...

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Last time I was out on the ground, I overheard this line:
"We believe in nepotism in our church.  And you're darn right we make money using Jesus as much as we can, because this is America."
I wrote that one down.
(more to come)

Getting weirder as Anti-Science forces dominate YouTube, what next

Kay Ebeling

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I think something weird is going on that we aren't seeing: the way my Craigslist ad looking for climate refugees got taken down, the way real climate science videos on YouTube are becoming harder to find. While ThorNews says YouTube is making it harder to do his reporting and speaks of having to get new laptops and phones, the Anti-Science videos are ubiquitous online and apparently well financed. Also retweets and comments on Twitter look like the same Anti-American Troll Farms we saw all through 2016 election, on almost every topic. 

This is weird. 

I still have my passport...

Flat Earthers are actually real

I was called a "NASHOLE" today, a term repeated by "Flat Earth" advocates, who have power. They got this notice I put on Craigslist taken down: 
"Climate Refugees of Tahoe: Have you moved to Tahoe recently to ride out what is coming with the climate? If so, let's meet. -former writer for NASA now living in South Lake"
I ran that ad for weeks, finally got one Nasty Response from someone calling me a "NASHOLE," then a few hours later, the post was flagged and removed. It was first time I heard the word, so researched and found that a NASHOLE is anyone who believes anything NASA says or said, an outgrowth of Moon Landing Hoax people but this is worse. I'm curious how they were able to get my tiny innocuous post taken down, why Craigslist went along with them. 
Adamant that the Earth is flat, these anti-scientists come armed with obscure math formulas and well produced videos to prove Earth is not revolving in space after all "Have you ever felt the Earth actually turning under your feet?" (Yes I have.) 
Problem is this is not a loony fringe, it's a growing movement, people so angry at everything they are denying physics and history. Bigly.

John Brown Christianity has been denying denying physics and history for millenia

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Kay Ebeling Yes, some of Flat Earth online stuff claims they get attacked for believing in God not NASA.

(Above, a friend in Australia responded when I posted this on Facebook.) 

On reflection, calling science thinkers "Nasholes" and repeating Flat Earth bytes Could Be more information warfare against USA, a weapon being used to make Americans even more stupid. 

A Lap Dance ain't 69, just one more way USA is declining

The sexual icon of my generation is probably 69.  In fact, there was so much giggling when someone said the number 69 in my age group, that now as I approach age seventy, I only say I'm approaching age seventy, I don't want to say sixty nine because I'm afraid someone will start that giggling again.

My generation thought we were carrying out a sexual revolution, I think it was even reported as that in the media  We tossed “unneeded structures” such as marriage out the window thinking we were doing a good thing.  We saw someone we wanted to fuck, we fucked them, thinking that was a good thing. 

Sometimes I'm proud to have been part of that radical generation, sometimes I look around at broken family life in America today and wonder if we weren’t what started it all. 

But at least that icon of 69 and the sex act itself represented a beautiful equality between a man and a woman as they made love to each other.  It was two people pleasing each other together at the same time, bringing each other to climax, usually at the same time, which could really often even be spiritual in a pagan kinda way. 

My generation really thought we were changing the world, we would just meditate and "make love not war." Well, we all know how well that went. Still somehow that act of a man and a woman doing oral sex on each other in a position that looked like the number 69 represented the blast-through changes we thought we were bringing to humanity.

Fast forward fifty years and what is the iconic sexual image of today’s twenty somethings?

Lap dances. 

Don’t ask me why, but I found myself watching lapdances on YouTube recently, well it was because I’d never seen one and was wondering, what is a lap dance anyway. In my mind I fantasized it as a reciprocal thing and I can see where a woman doing a lap dance could have as much pleasure as a man.  I can see there could be that “spiritual” climax at the same time thing we did with 69 that often takes it to another level.  In today’s diseased world, a lap dance seems cleaner than a condom. 

But what I saw on YouTube was so… disappointing.  Nothing about the lap dances on these videos is reciprocal, where the woman is getting pleasure along with the man. These are more like slave girl lap dances where the woman does all the work and not one iota of consideration is going into her pleasure.  She just sticks her bone hard buns up on the guy while he watches her from behind arms dangling on his side, his facial expression looking like he's comparing and grading her more than making love.

Today's lap dances represent a lot, show how much the backlash against women's equality pushed them back lower than women were before.

I’d watch one lap dance after another and think, Girl, why are you doing that.  It's all about the man, it's him sitting there lazy with a blunt in his mouth not giving a damn about you except to get angry if you don’t jiggle just right. 

To me, lap dances could be done by a woman who’s had her labia clipped by Muslim fundamentalists. The American sexual icon has gone in fifty years from a mutual 69 to a female sex slave act. 

So disappointing
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By Kay Ebeling
I know going out on a limb but... I live out here dangling
(UPDATE)
Kay Ebeling posted this at blog to see if it would make my click numbers go up, as in click bait. It didn't. sigh
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The Day MLK got shot I got arrested for giving weed to a narc at a love-in at Griffith Park. My oh My how times have changed

By Kay Ebeling

Women came out of a TV room saying, "Martin Luther King has been shot," and a wailing and moaning sound echoed through the jail. 
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The day MLK was killed, I was arrested the one time in my life, for giving weed to a narc at a love in at Griffith Park. I was in the brand spanking new Sybil Brand women's jail downtown LA when I heard the announcement that MLK had been shot. Then I got bailed out, got a misdemeanor and probation and my record expunged bk I was under 21. I went on from there to volunteer and then become paid staff for the Peace and Freedom Party.
(going to edit this 1st draft)
At this time I lived in Echo Park in a studio with a full kitchen and bath for which I paid $20 a month to the county of Los Angeles, because there were so many vacant houses in central L.A. they were practically giving them away to people. 
Sigh. 
There were two entrances to the house. From the back you could drive or walk up from Sunset and park, then walk down into the duplex. 
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You could come up about ninety steps from Echo Park Boulevard right across from the little lake, and enter the little apartment’s front door. 
It was shabby and dark, kind of dreary and shadowy and it had been vacant for months after after the old woman who lived there died and weeks later her body had been found. After that nobody in the Hispanic neighborhood wanted to rent the apartment, until I heard about it on my job as a waitress in a coffee shop, graveyard shift. 
I went downtown to a county office and signed a lease, I think I even got several months of rent free, then I only paid $20 a month for the apartment. As a result I did not have to work much to ocme up with rent, I could act in showcase play productions, work on my guitar playing and songwriting. It was a wonderful life, I have to admit. 
During this time my sister and I went halves on a pound of Acapulco Gold marijuana from Mexico. At the time of the Love-In at Griffith Park, I was down to about an ounce of the wonderful golden weed left, had been smoking it for months, along with these strange bennie type speed pills** that I popped all the time. I was real thin and danced a lot. 
I don't know who I went to the love-in with or what the occasion was, it may have been spontaneous, it may have been a movie shoot. I did not need to dress up in costumes as I was the real thing, and as music played and people connected I was twirling around and found myself face-to-face with these two guys in suits. 
I have always had a weakness for men in suits, uniforms, guys with a sense of power, I'm sure it has to do with being molested by a Catholic priest at age five, the way I respond to men… 
Anyone should have known they were narcs, no one was talking to these two guys. 
I wanted to Turn them On, get them to loosen up, take off their jacket and ties and turn on tune in and have fun. 
Honest, I was that naïve. 
I took them back to my little studio on Echo Park Boulevard and pulled out what was left of my Acapulco Gold and they took me to Sybil Brand where I had no idea what was going on, but thought it was funny that you had to eat peas with a spoon at dinner. 
I met thieves and hookers and dancers and street women who had actually gotten arrested on purpose because Sybil Brand was this beautiful clean sparkling “women’s institute” where you could get medical care and check into rehab. Honest, I met women there my one night who told me they got arrested on purpose to see a doctor. In 1968. 
If you google Sybil Brand Institute you will see how it degenerated over the years, but the jail had that grand mission at the start. LBJ's America. 
But I digress. 
As I was falling asleep, women streamed out of a TV room saying, "Martin Luther King has been shot," and a wailing and moaning sound went through the jail, echoing on the smooth steel walls and concrete. The words, "Martin Luther King has been shot," echoed and echoed as woman after woman repeated them and many more cried. I sat up listening. 
Without my knowledge, my sister called my parents and I ended up getting bailed out that night, when I really wanted to stay and have the experience of being in jail. 
A few weeks later I was a regular at the Peace and Freedom Party headquarters on Western Avenue, volunteering so enthusiastically that they hired me. Ten years later I had a journalism degree from The University of Texas at Austin, and a lot more happened in between. 
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Kay Ebeling 

‏ @cityofangelsfem 28m28 minutes ago

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** I got the pills from a doctor on Sunset just down the hill that people came to from all over the city to get "diet pills." They were legal.

More to come.