Memoir The weird circularity of my life means abrupt memories of being sex trafficked at age 19 in 1967 can just pop into my head.

me few years back

I have had such a strange life, I really should be writing about it. Maybe I will start now at Heating Planet blog in short, memoir-like posts, in between the sad science. For example in the previous post I mentioned I left NASA Houston and got a job at a PR firm in Beverly hills.

When I read back those words, into my mind popped a memory of working in that office on the corner of Bedford and Wilshire where Rogers & Cowan took up one floor in 1984. The weird circularity of my life is that in the office across the hall from me was the son of a famous actor, whose name I'm not going to put here. In the late 1960s when I was a wide eyed blonde in my late teens floating around Hollywood, at one point I met this woman from Australia who kept putting me in situations where I ended up having sex with some man who I barely knew, but because of my classy friend, I was left alone with him in a place I couldn't get out of. I often used to call myself Annie Fannie With Brains when I was writing about that time at City of Angels blog in 2007 2012, because the way being molested by a Catholic priest at age 5-6 screwed me up, my life is a series of strange encounters, I was almost like a Forrest Gump of sexuality from the time I hit puberty to the time I realized, that wasn't really what I wanted to do, I was doing it because of the compulsion placed in me by that pervert Catholic priest. 

I remember the situation w the movie star so well,

The elegant Aussie took me to the actor's home without telling me who he was; I ended up alone with this actor, whose movies keep showing up in black and white on YouTube and other networks, and I often think wow and have a warm memory. He never admitted he was that actor though. I kept saying you look like that actor and he'd get shy and say no I'm not him But He Was. I looked him up on Wikipedia recently and it was during the period that he had just divorced his wife that he was set up with me, and I ended up staying in his Crescent Heights luxurious home for several days, so naive that I thought we were having a relationship. Looking back now I can see the Aussie woman was trafficking me; at age 19 in 1967 I was on my own in LA getting in all kinds of trouble… I survived.

Anyway there I was in 1984 plumper and wiser hired by Rogers & Cowan PR probably because of my experience in the PAO at NASA, with an office right across the hall from the guy whose father I spent a few nights with in one of the most beautiful homes I've ever been in, and I could not say anything to him about it. 

These days I live in a very private place, I have neighbors who I visit with but I don't tell them much about my life. I have a head full of secrets and at age 77 it's sometimes out of my control: Words just come babbling out of my mouth and all of a sudden I've said something that shocked my new friend, who i don’t hear from again. So it's best for me to do most of my communication over the Internet through my blog and gosh I wish someone would start calling me as I am very isolated. Enough for now PS I love Google docs voice typing.

Kay Abilene