The Choice Series: Melissa Nordvold

Melissa Nordvold should have been removed from the beginning. She expressed discontent toward strippers from the beginning. She expressed that her father’s business has independent contractors and that he was sued for misclassification. Melissa Nordvold should've been removed for these reasons, but my lawyer informed me that his main concern was to not get another mistrial, not actually winning. Judge Klein inspired a sense of hopelessness.


Melissa Nordvold is the last juror to be blogged about. There has been a delay in my writing about the jurors, because thinking of Melissa Nordvold fills me with rage and sadness. I have felt lethargic this past month thinking about her and people similar to her, of which there are many.

Melissa Norvold is a very large, Nordic looking stay at home mom with four kids, from an affluent suburb of Minneapolis. She is a registered republican. During the jury selection process, one of the questions that my lawyer asked the potential jurors was something about knowing strippers or other such adult entertainers. Melissa Nordvold stated that she used to have a coworker who was a stripper and everyone knew about it. My lawyer asked something about her former coworker telling people that she was a stripper. Melissa said no, the woman didn't tell other people, but they knew anyway. She said this in a very negatively judgmental, accusatory tone. Melissa spend most of her time during the jury selection process glaring at me, intentionally looking me in the eye and nodding her head with a defiant, pugilistic facial expression. I strongly suggested to my attorney that she be removed from the pool, that we make sure she didn't make it through.


Strippers who have encountered an angry wife or girlfriend in the club, accompanying their partner, will understand how Melissa Nordvold behaved in court. Many women with insecurities and internalized misogyny express a lot of discontent toward strippers. I can go into detail, but it depresses me to do so. My lawyer seemed to be completely oblivious to all of this.

Melissa nodded her head with sympathy for Choice throughout the trial, and glared at me in the hallway during break times. It was not surprising to learn that she was the point person when the jury announced their decision. Pardon the brevity of this post, but thinking of this horrid cunt of a human being makes me want to cry.

I would be so happy if I turned on the news and saw that Melissa Nordvold and her husband were murdered by a rabid gang of SJWs.


The Choice Series: Syed Razzaqi and Che-non Lee

You'll notice I've included two jurors in one entry this time. That is emphasize their similarities and togetherness that was exhibited throughout the trial. They weren't gay guys-- this was a bromance. It was both noteworthy and upsetting to notice their bond, because I knew it would not be in my favor.

Both of these guys were bachelors in their late 20's/30's, with no children or families. It didn't surprise me that neither of them had mates in their lives, because they were both so physically unattractive. The only way I would guess either of them could get a wife is through an arranged marriage enforced through their respective cultures. Apparently that hadn't happened yet for either of them. Both Syed and Che-non were around 5'6”, plump manlet dumplings, with nothing to offer the opposite sex in terms of looks and personality. While I haven't devoted significant time to finding photos of them, a quick google and facebook search didn't turn anything up. I know at least one of them is some type of IT professional.

Syed and Che-non both displayed behaviors and gestures that strongly suggested they were somewhat regular strip club patrons. For example, there was a part of the trial when we were discussing how I was not allowed to sell dances for more than $20. For those unaware, lap dances have been $20 since at least the late 80's. With inflation, prices should have risen for lap dances a long time ago, but because clubs want to attract more customers, they often do not allow dancers to charge more than $20, as was my situation at Choice. While I was called an independent contractor and should have been allowed to set my own prices, I was misclassified. I was actually an employee who was not allowed to set my own prices. During the time this subject was being discussed in court, Syed and Che-non were nodding their heads and chuckling with regards to dances being $20, as though that was a given right of theirs to purchase dances at that price. There were lots of other little missives like this throughout the trial. They looked like any two random fatasses I may have spoken with in the club on a Thursday night, wearing sweatpants and misogynistically attempting to get more bang for their buck. I know a strip club patron when I see one. It was obvious to me that they had no sympathy for dancers or women's causes whatsoever. So, fuck these dudes.

In the jury selection process, it was my SJW lawyers idea to get rid of the white guys first. I am not opposed to profiling and understand reality, so I wasn't offended by the suggestion. That being said, dancers should also know that short fat ugly guys with lineages from shithole countries are likely to be very misogynistic and side with the club. I didn't think these guys would favor me, but I just didn't say anything to my lawyer about it because I was being politically correct.

The Choice Series: Jessica Hanson

A cop. Autism. Dementia… Tourette Syndrome. Are all juries like this?

Jessica Hanson exhibited Tourette-like tics through the entirety of the case. She didn’t have vocalizations, just twitches of the face, particularly in the eyebrows and forehead. Tourette Syndrome is a neurological disorder one is born with. It was difficult for me to concentrate on testifying at times while I was on the witness stand. Looking at the jury is important for pleading one’s case, so I tried not to look away.

I have googled Jessica and didn’t find anything specific to her. She has a very a common name in Scandinavian dense Minnesota. This Jessica was middle aged, and I appreciated her long grey hair in lieu of a dye job. She didn’t say anything during the selection process that would provoke me to want to remove her, and while I’m sure Tom Hoskamer would have wanted to remove all women from the jury, he didn’t get to her. I don’t know much about Jessica or why she determined that Thomas Hoskamer should prevail. Maybe it was because Judge Klein didn’t properly explain to the jury that every factor on the Economic Realities test has significance, and because he crafted his instructions in a way that misled the jury about the intricacies of determination. Or, maybe Jessica Hanson was just a fuckin bitch who hates sex workers. I can only speculate.

The Choice Series: Nancy Martinetto

Nancy Martinetto answered questions during the jury selection process that made me think she would favor worker rights, so I was happy when she made it through instead of being removed by Tom Hoskamer and his lawyer. An older lady, Mrs. Martinetto struck me as a classic Minnesota liberal. Unfortunately, she began experiencing some kind of cranky bout of dementia the next day or so. She was shrieking and shouting that she didn’t want to be there, both from the jury room and in the hallway while we were all breaking. I like a good spectacle, so it was entertaining to watch her shriek right next to Kyle Waterstreet’s ear. Judge Klein dismissed her from jury duty, and she happily frolicked out of the court room like a happy school girl. Instead of having seven jurors determine the outcome of my case, there were six after Mrs. Martinetto left.

It is extremely important that intelligent and caring people go to their jury duty, because their influence matters a lot. Many times, logical people figure out ways to avoid jury duty because they have never relied on a jury to determine their fate. I have written about this a couple of times already on this site that you can read about by typing “jury duty” into the search section. If Mrs. Martinetto didn’t want to go to jury duty, she should have just stayed home from the beginning and given a better person a chance to be part of my case as the seventh juror.

I googled Nancy, but the person I found online does not look like the one I saw in court. I don’t know much about her.

The Choice Series: Andrew Boursier

Andrew Boursier has autism. He spent his time in the jury box stimming. He appeared to be very tired and frustrated to be sitting in the jury box for so long. Surely he could have used his condition to get out of jury duty if he didn’t want to be there.


During the jury selection process, each side weeds out individuals who express obvious opinions that may be opposite to their goal. Andrew didn’t express any opinion one way or another, so he made it through.

It grosses me out that I had to discuss matters of my naked body and have Andrew be responsible for considering them. It literally makes my skin shiver with disgust as I write about it.

In the end, Andrew decided that while the owner admitted to misclassification and I was suing him for misclassification, I should lose the lawsuit. To Autistic Andrew Boursier, this matter meant nothing but an uncomfortable couple of days rocking back and forth in a jury box. To me, it broke my heart to have over ten thousand dollars stolen from me by horrible people who called me a prostitute, stole my time and violated my labor rights. Thanks, Andrew. Thanks, justice system.

The Choice Series: Officer Kyle Waterstreet

“That cop isn’t the worst of them, let’s keep him,” the anarchist stripper said to the SJW lawyer, who nodded his head in agreement.

Folks, you know you’re fucked with the jury pool when that exchange takes place. We were probably doomed from the start, knowing that Officer Kyle Waterstreet wasn’t the worst of them. In the selection process, there were several old white men who were very obviously opposed to worker’s rights, and specifically matters of adult entertainment. We really needed to get rid of those guys first, and used up all of our strikes before getting to remove Officer Waterstreet. Thomas Hoskamer and his lawyer used their strikes to remove all of the black women from the pool. Kyle made it through by default.


The last time I deep googled Kyle Waterstreet, he was a registered republican, living in an affluent suburb of Minneapolis. He is married with offspring.

When Thomas Hoskamer explicitly admitted to misclassification on the witness stand, which is the thing I was suing him for, Kyle Watersteet looked up from his notepad, and jumped a bit in his chair. This gave me a false hope that Kyle Waterstreet’s brain would be capable of comprehending that the defendant was just admitting to what I was suing him for, and that Kyle Waterstreet would be rooting for me. Yes, cops are evil, yes, cops have a maximum IQ limit, but maybe Kyle Waterstreet was a grand exception. I was trying to remain optimistic in court.

When Denise DuPey was on the witness stand, lying about me leaving work early, accusing me of prostitution, Kyle Waterstreet nodded his head in agreement with her, sighed with emotion and wrote something in his notepad.

As I have mentioned, the jury only deliberated for about an hour before announcing their decision. If Kyle Waterstreet had any inkling that I should have won, he certainly didn’t do much about it.

The Choice Series: Verdict

Thomas, Edward and Denise were the only people from Choice to testify. I didn't have any witnesses other than myself and my audio recordings.

When Ohnstad was cross-examining me, he asked the same questions two days in a row, because he forgot what he had asked me the first day. He printed off quotes from one of my blog followers, because his reading comprehension level did not allow him to understand that I did not write them myself. In his closing speech, he took issue with my use the term “baby strippers,” and used it as a way to sway the jury against me. Prior to suing Choice, I reported the club to the labor commission, who told me they didn't have enough resources to investigate. While this fact doesn't mean one thing or another, besides that the labor commission doesn't care about strippers, Ohnstad used this labor commission decision against me as well.

My lawyer delivered a riveting closing speech. From the way the trial went, even though it wasn't perfect, I thought I would win.

Judge Klein did not explain to the jury all of the distinctions in the Economic Realities test, or explain to them that the “Independent Contractor” contract is only one equal factor in a long list of other factors. Lawyers are not allowed to explain the law to the jury.

I was asked if I wanted to receive the verdict in the court room, or to have it emailed to me out of court. I chose to have it emailed to me. While the jury was instructed not to look me up on the internet prior to their decision, my website was visited from a Minneapolis IP address the evening after trial, with the key term “Choice” put into my search bar.

The jury only deliberated for about an hour before making the announcement of their decision. When a jury takes that short of a time period to deliberate, it means there was nobody arguing or fighting on behalf of the losing side.

I decided not to appeal the verdict, because while I had a contingency agreement until that point, that contingency ended after district court. It was unlikely I would have found a lawyer to do a contingency for state court, and I might not have gotten a better result anyway. Even if I did take it to state court to get a result in my favor, the likelihood of Tom paying my legal costs was slim.

I was allowed to have the first and last names of all the jurors. The next few posts will examine these individuals.

The Choice Series: Denise DuPey

Denise DuPey worked as a manager and cashier at Choice Gentlemen’s club. She was one of the most abominable women I have ever met in the industry. Denise emotionally battered most dancers at Choice, fired women for stepping outside to retrieve some fresh air, exercised control over them so badly that they regularly cried, and defended a sexual predator named Thomas Hoskamer— the owner of Choice and her boss. Edward Lane and Denise DuPey exhibited an extreme example of a good cop/bad cop dichotomy in the workplace.

Throughout history, women such as Elizabeth Bathory, Margaret Thatcher, Myra Hindley, predatory abusive nuns, countless hundreds of mothers promoting female genital mutilation in tribal Africa, and legions of nameless others, have devoted their lives to heinous acts. Feminism is flawed, because feminists are often unwilling to recognize the culpability and authority that a certain sector of women use to enforce harmful acts upon people less powerful than they are. Denise DuPey is absolutely one of those heinous personages.

A single mother from Wisconsin, Denise drove over two hours most nights of her life to manage Choice. I haven’t been able to find a photograph of her anywhere on the internet. She is a senior citizen, with short choppy bleached hair. She has beady eyes that are blue or green, papery peach wrinkled skin, and the vile, rigid, soulless face of a woman who enjoys making strippers cry. When a customer stole her phone, all of the dancers at Choice laughed with vengeful joy. The only dancer who I can recall Denise being kind to was a young woman named Jenna Heilman.

Going to trial against Choice, I wasn’t concerned about the club convincing any dancers to come in and testify on their behalf, because Denise was so hated. Other clubs that are more socially savvy have succeeded in convincing dancers to lie for them on the witness stand, but in the Choice matter, this was not a threat. Prior to working for Choice, Denise worked for a law firm. She bragged about her legal knowledge while she worked at Choice, in relation to it helping her do her current job. An avid reader, Denise spent her down time at Choice devouring novels and inhaling her vape pen. She had no qualms about violating the labor rights of Choice dancers, who were predominantly women of color.

If I had to compare Denise to any literary character in history, it would be a dementor from Harry Potter.


It sickens me to think of and describe Denise, which is why it has taken me weeks to post another article. Thinking of Denise is emotionally exhausting, even though it has been over three years since I have worked at Choice. I have to keep my description of her brief, because if I go on any longer, I will continue to be depressed and lethargic remembering her.

At my trial, Denise spent most of her testimony lying about me and my behavior while I worked at Choice. She successfully convinced the jury to believe her false statements. She stated that I spent the majority of my time at Choice sleeping on the couch, and that I frequently left work early to be with customers. She implied that I am a prostitute. The jury believed her. I even think my SJW lawyer who has never been to a strip club believed her.

The reality of my time working at Choice was much different. Choice had a night shift and a day shift. The day shift manager allowed dancers to enter and exit as they wished. When Denise came in during the nights, she would threaten to fire dancers who wanted to leave early. Often times, I would come to work in the middle of a day shift, around 3 PM. Sometimes, I needed to stay past the end of the day shift, into the night shift, in order to earn enough money for my bills. If I was truly an independent contractor, the concept of a “shift” wouldn’t matter, because I would be able to come and go as I pleased. Denise knew this, but did not care. She would threaten to fire me if I asked to leave the night shift early, even if I had been working for ten hours. Therefore, she would sometimes make me work thirteen or fourteen hour shifts. She would hold hostage my hundreds of dollars from VIP rooms, which the club kept until cashing dancers out at the end of the night. When I asked to leave early and was sometimes granted permission from her, it was only because I was tired and needed sleep. Sometimes if I was forced to work a long shift and no customers were in, I would close my eyes while lounging on one of the many couches.

I had a couple of audio recordings of Denise forbidding me from leaving work early. With the recordings, Denise knew that she could not get away with denying them on the witness stand. Therefore, she made up the lie about me being a prostitute who frequently left work early to meet up with customers outside of the club, and that was why she didn’t want me to leave early. Tim Phillips did not object to her implication that I am prostitute. The jury, ignorant to the Economic Realities Test, but misogynistic in nature with a seething hatred for strippers, nodded their heads as Denise testified. They soaked her in with exuberance. She told a number of other lies, but the aforementioned was the most damning.

Denise was no longer working at Choice during my trial. She moved on to working in a hair salon, after Jenna Heilman was murdered in a ghetto Minneapolis nightclub shooting.

Denise DuPey is a sad, despicable, lowly human being who has destroyed the happiness of many workers, in order to protect the business of Thomas Hoskamer.

Here is her bullshit deposition.

The Choice Series: Edward Lane

Eddie Lane was a DJ and a manager while I worked at Choice.

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I began dancing in 2006. Until I began working with Eddie in 2015, I had never heard a strip club DJ refer to dancers as “women” over the microphone. Every previous DJ referred to us as “girls.” I consider it an act of feminism to specify the difference, and I appreciated his discretion in nomenclature.

Eddie Lane has a few ancestors on the Dawes rolls and identifies as a Cherokee. He enjoys hunting, fishing, eating fry bread, and spending quality time with his family in Minnesota. He is a mild mannered and polite coworker to have, with a few exceptions.

After Tom Hoskamer banned the club from hiring more black women, Eddie turned one away who came in to audition, then groaned heavily and put his head in his hands. Eddie used to enjoy going into the dressing room and playfully untying the bikini top of a young woman named Suki.

When Eddie discovered that I was setting my own prices for dances, he discouraged me from doing that.

In Eddie’s deposition, he mostly told the truth. In his testimony, he mostly told the truth. When encountering each other in the hallway at the hearing, he and I were pleasant. Expecting a win for me, I intended to send him a thank you letter about his testimony. I had wondered during the trial if he was hoping on a win for me.

Here is his deposition.

The Choice Series: Thomas Hoskamer

Tom Hoskamer is the bumbling, drug addicted owner of Choice Gentlemen’s Club. Googling his name will return a comedic amount of mugshots and arrest reports that he has acquired over the years. Tom is not a smart or tactful man, and barely functions in life. The club would probably not exist without help from his elderly mother and trusted staff.

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Tom was called to the witness stand at the early 2018 trial, with a new jury who was unaware of his sexually harassing behavior in relation to giving certain dancers special privileges. Judge Klein forbade us from talking about that. Judge Klein forbade me from talking about the time Tom Hoskamer caressed my thigh and told me to wear shorter dresses to work. Judge Klein forbade me from talking about the dancers whose buttocks Tom squeezes when they hug him. Judge Klein also forbade me from talking about how Tom instructed his managers not to hire any more black women, and when one black employee confronted him about it, he replied, “Who the fuck are you, Malcolm X?”

Tom admitted to misclassifying, while on the witness stand being cross-examined. I did not see his testimony as a threat to my case whatsoever, and was floored that he won. In his deposition, he admitted to a host of behaviors that were compliant with the definition of misclassification. Tom’s is the type of win that is only possible with the help of bigoted jurors who hate sex workers, who do not understand labor law, and who wish to punish women who dance. To this day, I am still amazed by it all.

The only redeeming fact in this whole debacle is that he spent $65,000 defending himself, in a case where I was suing him for less than $15,000. I would have settled for less if it meant not going to court, especially after the mistrial. But, Tom didn’t want to do that. His lawyer charged him $65,000, while my lawyer gave me a contingency agreement. Tom was expecting me to pay back some of that $65,000, but the judge ruled against that. For any other strippers out there who want to sue their clubs— it is highly unlikely that plaintiffs have to pay for a defendant’s legal fees. Kooky Tom Hoskamer was operating under the assumption that I would have to pay his legal bills if he won.

Here is his deposition and here is the breakdown of costs that his lawyer charged him. Tom’s Attorney, Mark Ohnstad, came out on top of everyone in this matter, fiscally speaking.


The Choice Series: Mistrial

By late 2017, I was staying in Lincoln, Nebraska. I had to haul ass up to cold Minneapolis, for the district court appeal of Choice Gentlemen’s Club.

It took over a year to get that trial date, from 2016 when I represented myself in conciliation court and lost. In that time, I went through a couple of lawyers. First I hired a weasel named Ashwin Madia. Ashwin used unethical pressure when getting me to sign retainer documents, by standing over me and talking firmly while I was sitting down holding the pen that he gave me. That is what shitty men do when they can’t make a sale on merit alone. I really hate Ashwin Madia and regretted hiring him, so I decided to stop working with him early on in the appeal process.

I called a few more lawyers around Minneapolis, none of whom were interested in strip club litigation at that point in time, including lawyers who had past experiences suing strip clubs and did press about it. That is, until I got into contact with Tim Phillips. Tim is an SJW who has generously given his time and energy to people such as environmental activists, Bay Area Starbucks thieves, and Black Lives Matter protesters. A veteran to social justice causes and willing to help those in need, Tim represented me in the Choice matter. Even though we lost the Choice case, I do not blame him whatsoever and would recommend him to others in need, without hesitation.

The jury selection process in late 2017 was interesting and enjoyable. I had never participated in one of those before, and was glad to have experienced the minutiae of picking them. I liked the jury members and was feeling hopeful about trial.

When it was my time to testify, I was asked questions about Choice owner Tom Hoskamer’s treatment of me. I mentioned that while I had to follow certain rules that would legally classify me as an employee, Tom Hoskamer hired other dancers who did not have to follow those same rules, because they cuddled and flirted with him. I used the term “sexual harassment” to describe the situation at Choice. After that, Choice’s lawyer called for a mistrial. The judge granted the mistrial, giving the reason that “that bell cannot be unrung.” The judge expressed that my describing the sexual harassment at Choice would give the jury a bias that they could not escape from when determining the outcome. The case was strictly misclassification, and while Tom Hoskamer gave special privileges to dancers who gave in to his advances, I was not supposed to discuss any of that on the witness stand.

Judge Klein is a republican-leaning man who has a history of bias in favor of businesses.

I drove back to Nebraska after wasting my time, energy and money. A new trial date was eventually set for early 2018.

The Choice Series: An Introduction

I made this post almost three years ago. It’s amazing how time has flown. I have avoided doing The Choice Series for a while, because it was so emotionally devastating. I am now far enough removed from the situation to post about it.


The Choice case was appealed in district court and lost with a jury trial. I mostly lost my faith in humanity and the legal system after that. The Choice staff who testified, including the owner, said things on the witness stand that could have easily led to my victory, had the jury been logical. The Choice staff admitted to violating labor laws and misclassification. There were no backstabbing dancers from Choice who were willing to testify against me, so it’s not like I had to deal with any of that nonsense in this case, as I have had to deal with in others. One would think that these factors would give me an easy win. However, juries can decide whatever they want, regardless of logic.

The Choice Series will analyze the jurors, depositions and judge who participated in this travesty of a decision.

My advice to those getting into stripper labor rights activities is that you win some and you lose some, for no other reason than misogynist bigots on juries and ugly men who can’t get fucked, deciding your fate. Don’t hold out false hopes that you will always succeed, just because it is logically true that the law is on your side. A part of resilience is continuing on your path, despite horrific people standing in your way.

The next couple of months on will be dedicated to dissecting the Choice decision. Stay tuned, and in the mean time, this article about Minneapolis club reform is a nice read.

Cutting Ties with Hima B.

It has been almost two years now that I decided to cut off contact with Hima B. I haven't made a public blog post about it. For the sake of transparency, I have decided to do that now.

As a bit of background, Hima B. sued a bunch of strip clubs in California, did some labor activism and started to make a documentary film about it. She did some press for the documentary, which lead me to contacting her back in 2014. I was interested in my stripper labor rights and wanted insight from someone who had more experience in that subject. We spoke every so often for a couple of years. She gave me some invaluable advice and tips that helped me very much. I donated thousands of dollars to what I thought was the production of the film, License to Pimp. Hima then decided to come out to Minnesota for a few days in the Summer of 2017, to film me for the documentary.

While I was living in Minnesota, I slept in places such as weekly suites, camping grounds and my vehicle. When Hima and I were planning her trip, she asked me if we could share a motel room together. That creeped me out, so I said we would be camping during her trip. She then asked if she could share a tent with me. That is also very creepy and disgusting. I purchased a tent for her and put it on the other end of our camping site. Hima seemed offended at not being able to share a tent with me. In hindsight, I should have just cut off communication with her prior to the trip.

Hima grilled me on my sleeping situation while in Minnesota. Since we were staying at a KOA that I didn't normally stay at for consecutive days, and since I was unfamiliar with the daily events there, she expressed that she did not believe I had ever stayed there at all. She was visibly angry about sleeping in her own tent, which I placed on the opposite side of the site from where my tent was. She didn't have a lot of camping experience, thought a bear might approach us at KOA, and didn't understand why she could not sleep in my tent or closer to me. Prior to her trip, I offered to pick her up at a motel each morning before shooting, but she didn't want to do that, because she wanted to stay with me. That was very disturbing to experience and I regret not just ending the filming because of that.

Hima accused me of lying in several other instances. For example, because I needed to use GPS to navigate around downtown Minneapolis to get to the federal building where the NLRB office is headquartered, she thought perhaps I didn't actually have open NLRB cases like I said I did.

Simple things, such as the relatively young age my progenitors were when I was born, seemed to confuse Hima. I was not comfortable sharing personal information with her, because it was met with disbelief or criticism.

Since my phone friendship with Hima prior to her visit was one of casual friends, I sometimes divulged things to her about my cases. She wrote these things down without my permission or consent. When I requested that she not do that, she did it anyway. She was very pushy in a number of other ways.

As a friend, I discussed with her how I sometimes enjoy exploring abandoned buildings. While she was filming me, she insisted that she get footage of me trespassing in abandoned buildings. I refused to do this. It bothered me that I had to say no to her more than once about it.

While filming in downtown Minneapolis, we were going to get footage inside the federal building at the NLRB office. I told the security guard the reason for our visit when he asked. He didn't let us in, because filming was not allowed. Hima began yelling at and scolding me after we left, because she thought I should have lied to him so we could be let in. I had an open case with the Minneapolis NLRB. The interests of my relationship with the NLRB and the federal crime of lying to a cop did not seem to concern Hima.

Hima's lack of concern for my cases manifested itself in several other ways. For example, I repeatedly told her that she wasn't allowed to film conversations with my attorney. While she was visiting and I had a phone conversation scheduled with my attorney, Hima asked if she could record the conversation. I said no. She asked if she could film just me talking to him. I said no. She forgot a few minutes later and asked again, to which I replied no.

During my Minnesota cases, there was a possibility that Hima was going to get subpoenaed, because of her contact with me and other dancers. She insisted that I lie to judges about knowing her, so she wouldn't have to make the trip out to Minnesota, in the event that she was subpoenaed. I had no intention to ever do that, because I wasn't willing to jeopardize my cases in that way. It was very obvious and documented that we did know each other. Fortunately, she was never subpoenaed.

During Hima's visit to Minnesota, I began to understand that she isn't much of an actual filmmaker. She exhibited very little knowledge about how to operate her camera and sound equipment, which wasted lots of time and energy during her visit. I spent money on gas for my vehicle, and camping space. She purchased discount batteries that would not work, requiring us to sit around for several hours each day, charging things. She spent several hours at three different thrift stores in Minnesota, treating her trip as a vacation just as much as an opportunity to get footage. This was a waste of my time, energy and money.

Hima spoke disrespectfully about past subjects in her documentary, such as Daisy Anarchy. Hima vaguely told me that she lost contact with Daisy, and informed me that she believed Daisy had lied about experiencing sexual assault. I thought it was rather disgusting of Hima to share that with me, and I made a mental note to never discuss with her any personal matters of assault, since she seemed to have a difficult time believing survivors.

Hima seemed to be very stressed out being in Minnesota, which caused her to express daily criticisms of the residents who lived there, picking apart things such as their demographic backgrounds, lifestyles and interests. It wasn't exactly the type of open investigative journalist sentiment I'd think one should have when exploring new places.

After Hima left Minnesota, I felt salty and ill, like I had been repeatedly violated and disrespected. I let this person into my life temporarily, and she did not respect my boundaries. I blocked her on facebook and social media. I would not pick up my phone when she called. Over the next couple of months, she continued to call me. I would not answer the phone, so she began calling me on a restricted number. When I realized it was her after I answered, I told her I would call her back in a few minutes. She sternly commanded me to call her back, before I hung up and did not call her back. To my relief, eventually she stopped contacting me.

There aren't too many people who have sued as many strip clubs that I have, and who can discuss the experiences with me in an empathetic way. Stripper labor rights activism is one of the most traumatizing things I have experienced in life. For a time, Hima was a great confidant to have. However, her bizarre behaviors and total disrespect for my boundaries caused me to cut off contact. The film will probably never finish, and it's unfortunate to have been a donor to the film. She’s no documentarian. I appreciate the work she has done suing California strip clubs and educating the public, but I hope she never contacts me again.

We Won!

The opinion was released in the Colorado Supreme Court against VCG. We won! VCG cannot enforce arbitration agreements because they didn’t sign the contracts. This means we get to proceed in federal court against VCG, and possibly have a class action. It will take some time for the case to get back on track in federal court.

Strip Club Music Regulation

Strip clubs often regulate the amount of certain musical genres that can be played in the club. They do this because often times, playing too much of certain musical genres attracts patrons who behave in certain ways. These behaviors may include not tipping, pimping, shooting up the club, fighting, and telling strippers that they need to surgically enhance their rear-ends. While these behaviors are not exclusively limited to certain musical genres, these behaviors are significantly more likely in certain musical genre dense clubs. These customer behaviors are bad for business. In a place where money is the bottom line, allowing a DJ to play an unlimited amount of certain kinds of music causes an economic disadvantage for all who work there. Additionally, the violence that it ignites is a public health hazard.

With all of the above acknowledged, when a club regulates the kind of music a stripper can dance to, they are exercising control over her that legally classifies her as an employee. It doesn’t matter the club’s reason for regulating the music. It doesn’t matter whether or not it’s good for business to limit certain kinds of music. When strippers are not allowed to dance to certain musical genres, they are being treated like employees. Strippers can sue for this, and the law will be on their side.

If I was going to open a strip club, I would definitely want to limit the amount of certain musical genres my club played. I understand the risks to the club. However, I would also understand that in doing this, I would be treating my workers as employees. Therefore, I would not call them contractors or lease holders.

Doxxing Hyung Raphael


Hyung Raphael is my former landlord and a reader of this website. He uses the pseudonym Lee Raphael when he rents out apartments in the Chicago area. I only learnt his real name and criminal history after I moved out, through a series of google searches. He was dicking me around about giving me my deposit back, so I had to cyber stalk him to get his address. In the process, I stumbled upon his true identity. Let me back up.

Late last December, I was looking for a place to live near Chicago's North side. I was starting a job up there and didn't want a long commute. I found an affordable room on Craigslist. A man calling himself Lee Raphael was renting it out. He told me that he purchased the condo for his son, but that his son did not want it. Another woman, named Dana Shapiro, was renting the second bedroom in the condo.

On the day that I moved in, both Lee and Dana were home. Dana mentioned something to Lee about mail retrieval at the apartment, for his business. He shushed her, then gave me a panicked look. That's when Lee confessed to me that he uses the unit, as a fake address for his construction company that he operates in Chicagoland. The address of the condo is:

830 Mulford Street, Unit #2S, Evanston, IL, 60202.

I put that link there, because he wants to sell the property soon. Child rapists don’t deserve to profit from real estate sales by hiding under alias names.

The name of the construction company that gets mail at the unit is called “Metro Construction.” A name called “A. Kasperowicz” is also on the mailbox. Hyung Raphael is a resident of Rockford, Illinois, which is two hours away. I asked “Lee” if he hires union labor for his construction company. He does not. He also referred to skilled craftsmen as “laborers” when talking to me. He then quickly changed the subject, and wouldn't let me go back to it. One of his companies is called “Mobix Corp.” It is located in Chicago.

When I moved in, I thought it odd that his name is Lee Raphael. He signed the lease as Lee Raphael. I suspiciously asked him if that was his real name. He seemed very offended that I asked. I didn't pry any further at the time, because I thought I was being culturally insensitive.

Whenever Lee would come over to repair things in the apartment, he looked at me as though I terrified him. I knew he didn’t like me, but I wasn’t sure exactly why I scared him so much. I knew I didn’t like him for his labor law violations, and I knew he was a slimy prick, but there was an indescribably eerie oddness about him that I couldn’t pinpoint at the time.

My roommate in the unit, Dana Shapiro, began harassing and bothering me for things such as not hanging out with her or talking to her. I caught her staring at my boobs as well. She began gossiping about me with neighbors because of my lack of interest in socializing. Since she was friends with Lee, she would sometimes loudly talk to him on the phone, to discuss how I avoided her. Dana googled me while I lived there and was secretly reading my site. She would gossip about it with neighbors, because she didn’t like what this website had to say. She also admitted in conversation with someone that “Lee” strongly disliked me. It was very peculiar to eavesdrop on all of this, so I moved out pretty quickly.

Hyung Raphael’s email address is:

If you click the above link, you can see some of the websites linked to his email address, including “modeling” sites and cuddle parties.

Hyung’s East European girlfriend is also a reader of the Stripper Labor Rights, and has texted me since I moved out, to inform me that I am “too ugly” to be a prostitute. I am pretty sure she pleases his microscopic penis because she needs a green card and doesn’t want to return to the former Soviet. There would be no other reason for any woman to ever want this man.

Perhaps Hyung “Lee” Raphael was so afraid of me, because he was a reader of this site and knew what might happen to him if I learnt his true identity.

I don’t mind that large swaths of humanity dislike me and this masterpiece of a website.