Stripper Labor Rights Hates Joe Biden

I’ve hated Joe Biden since the Obama presidency when I learned about his record on abortion politics. He’s not a good guy. It is an instinctual knowledge that I have had about this man for a long time. Recently women have come forward because of his creepy caresses and cuddling. He has joked about it since then and not really apologized. Joe Biden contributes to rape culture and the shitlibs who support him are going to give Trump a gift if they make Joe Biden the front runner. He will not win, because women and marginalized people will not vote for him. Trump will remain president for another four years.

Banning Recording Devices in The Workplace

This happened during Shakers Studies, so please pardon all the catching up I have to do on current events.

This is often referred to as “the new post-Boeing guidance.” It is now easier for exploitative, abusive employers to put a rule in their employee handbook, stating that workers cannot secretly record them. This includes states where it would otherwise be legal to do so. You can read more about it here.

VCG- Oral Argument

The oral argument that Mari made for VCG is available on youtube: VCG

I'm Back!

I had to temporarily put the site on private. I really hate doing that, but it was necessary this past week. Several people were wondering where I went. I was not harassed offline or legally made to hide my posts. Don’t worry, fans! I may have to go back on private in the future, for a temporary amount of time. I am not going to share why I have to do this. If you would like a password before then, please email me.

Christiance Couple

An anonymous tipster has informed me that Melanie Christiance and Roger “Hunter” Christiance are divorcing. If anybody has more information about that, or anything else about the Seville staff, please contact me.

Kanye West Resolves $10m Lloyd's of London Lawsuit

In entertainment news,

“Kanye West and insurers Lloyd's of London have "amicably resolved" his $10m (£7.1m) lawsuit over cancelled tour dates.”

Mettler's

The case that I filed against Mettler’s in Mankato has resolved.

I have not yet determined if I’d like to do a series on Mettler’s.

Class Action Updates

I am a part of two class actions right now. One is against VCG, from when I danced at Penthouse in Denver. The other is against Greg Flaig clubs and related Greg Flaig issues, from when I danced at Centerfold in Columbus. Both of these class actions are pending. Generally, class actions take a lot longer than individual suits. I am not heading either of these, nor have I ever headed a class action. If anybody would like information on how to join either class action, feel free to contact me.

SWERFS in The Trades

One can find all kinds of violent misogynist males in the trades who don’t deserve to breathe. Unfortunately for former sex workers, not only are men often horrible to us, but women as well. Oregon Women in Trades workers demolished a former strip club and made headlines several years ago because of it. One article called this “poetic justice.” I have trolled Oregon Tradeswomen over the years on social media, asking for clarification and a statement regarding how they view the validity of sex workers experiences. They don’t really respond. Usually former strippers hide their pasts when joining the trades, because there isn’t a lot of support. Oddly, there are many former sex workers who do join the trades. For athletic women with thick skins, joining the trades is a great career path to pursue if you are trying to get out of dancing. Many tradeswomen organizations foolishly think that they are going to make the trades 20% women by 2020, and use that as their motto. These same groups do nothing to support feminine women. I don’t know why they don’t just call their group Butches in The Trades, because that is who they cater to. It is really funny that anti-femme and anti-sex worker women’s trades groups think that they are going to increase the numbers of women in trades.

Stripper Rights in Washington State

The only fools today are misogynist sacks of shit who don’t like stripper labor rights!

Recently a bill passed in the state of Washington, which is meant to protect strippers. This stripper safety and security bill is different than other stripper bills, because it was created and promoted by strippers, rather than patronizing politicians, public officials, crazy Christians or ugly non-feminists against sex work. Here is a link to a page about the cool new bill in Washington: Click.

Stormy Daniels Protests Illinois Pole Tax

Illinois thinks taxing strip club patrons is a good idea. Stormy Daniels came to town last week to protest that.

California Stripper Strike!

Last month there was a lot of reporting about a stripper strike in California. Here’s one report:

California Stripper Strike

Shakers Studies: Final Thoughts

Looking over all of my Shakers Studies posts that I have made since last Summer, I realize how much I hate that place. Dan Robinson is terrible and the whole club sucks. Any positive comment or thought that I had about it was overshadowed by how awful it is in other ways. It was just a relief not to have to wear stripper shoes, shave my bush or have my hustle regulated by silly laws and rules.

Shakers is a place where violent hookers rule and disgusting farmers are allowed to sexually assault vulnerable young women who didn't know they could say no. I don't even like that dancer London who I posted about before. While doing this series, I learned that she does porn with that ugly rapist James Deen-- the guy who raped Stoya.

There were occasionally sane and/or attractive women working at Shakers, but they never stayed long. The Shakers staff and Charlene Hoeppner make sure it stays icky in there.

Dan Robinson is too dumb and evil to understand how gross Shakers is for women who aren't hookers, but he gets sympathy and hangs out with Charlene Hoeppner, so he thinks it's all justified. He's just a slimeball hypocrite who loves violating labor laws and harassing women into submission, or using his friends to make death threats until the dancers he wants gone leave. The club is known for being slow and having a bunch of ugly people working there. It's like binge watching the TLC network with midgets and retarded people all over the place. The VIP rooms have bottles of lube and boxes of tissue available on the coffee tables.

Rapists and sexual predators don't like it when women ask for money up front, because they can't assault someone that way and hold her money hostage. Rapists and sexual predators don't like it when women say no. Women like that are not welcome at Shakers. If someone would have murdered me at Shakers, Dan Robinson and his friends would have been fine with that. I hope an F-5 tornado forms over Shakers this Spring and kills everyone inside who I have posted about on this series.

Bravo to Elizabeth Mays and Kathleen Neary for winning their lawsuit, but this place is hopeless. I have audio recordings of almost all of my Shakers shifts if anybody wants them to sue the club in the future. My experience there was abnormal, and it is likely that anyone else suing the club would win. I'd be happy to help in any way that I can.

Modern Love in Omaha has some of the best vegan food in the USA.

Nebraska has a stunning Midwestern gothic mystique. There is poetry among the dusty great plains, quiet and haunting in it’s hopelessness. I can understand why Bruce Springsteen was suicidal when he wrote his lovely Nebraska album. It’s just that kind of a state.

Shakers Studies: Charlene Hoeppner

TUSCL.com is a website that stands for The Ultimate Strip Club List. It has some repulsive comments and reviews from customers that most dancers don't like to read, but the site is also a great resource for traveling dancers who need to find a club. I used it throughout most of my career, in conjunction with StripperWeb.com. TUSCL.com has a review of Shakers that describes the dancers as “Corn fed girls!!!!” and goes on to describe them in other unflattering ways.

Charlene Hoeppner is one corn fed woman who has worked at Shakers for a very long time. She uses Charlie as her stage name, and speaks in a vernacular dialect found in urban settings. She used to roll around on stage and allow customers to peer into her anus hole while her head was between her knees, pointed toward the floor. In the dressing room, she has stated that she usually gives customers her personal contact information if she likes them. She has a lesbian life partner named Jozette Cotton, but Charlie is also fairly sympathetic to male desires at work. She doesn't seem to understand women who have boundaries. Charlie's photograph is used on a large advertising vehicle that Shakers purchased prior to getting sued. Her photograph is also used in the front entrance of Shakers that customers see upon entering. She is good friends with the Shakers staff and is allowed to bully whoever she wants, whenever she wants, while she is at Shakers.

There are Shakers dancers who I have posted about, but have clarified that I don't actually hate. Charlie is not one of them. I fucking despise her and would shout with joy if I read a news report tomorrow that she died in some horrible roadside accident, if her brains were splattered all over the pavement and she left Earth forever. I'd sigh with relief that she no longer walked the planet. The world would be a much better place without her in it.

Charlene Hoeppner was horrible to me long before anything about my stripper labor rights activity came to light. During my early days at Shakers, should would go out of her way to approach customers who I had in my clutches, while I was already walking them to the lap dance rooms. She would strike up conversations with them if she had ever met them before, during times when they were handing me money or within steps of a lap dance booth. This is a low, scummy thing to do to another stripper, but that is the type of disgusting and repugnant territorial beast that Charlene Hoeppner is. Sometimes she loudly talked about me with customers while she was giving lap dances, and I was giving dances in nearby booths. She would inform customers that she did not like me and that she was happy I usually left before midnight. She would be a listening ear to men who complained that they could not put their hands on me or sexually violate my boundaries. People like Charlene Hoeppner are the reason why many strippers prefer not to work around escorts. Often times, escorts promote rape culture and sympathize with men who want sexual services.

To understand Charlene Hoeppner, one must understand what a typical Midwestern tundra pig is like-- territorial, chubby, spitting their venom at women who make them feel threatened, defending men who sexually assault women, with the temperament and attitude of Miss Piggy. Charlene Hoeppner has family origins in Florida, but she has been a Nebraskan for years. She's the type of gross Midwestern tundra pig that is mean to women who are quirky, attractive, intelligent, don’t go to tanning salons and are eclectic-- women like me. I avoided Charlene Hoeppner like the bubonic plague while I was at Shakers, as most travelers or interesting people would want to avoid a territorial, snortling charging beast like her. Most strip clubs have one. Many fast food places have them, as well as a large range of other places, such as the DMV or TSA. Charlene Hoeppners of the world are petty, confrontational, and they're not too afraid of assault and battery charges. They're usually friends with management or authority figures, who will protect their asses if things go wrong.

Charlene Hoeppner once came to Chicago to try to dance here, but she did not succeed financially. She cannot succeed anywhere outside of Shakers, where she can terrorize whomever she wants with the approval of Dan Robinson. She is not attractive of socially skilled enough to succeed elsewhere. She left Chicago angry and disoriented.

Except for my first couple of weeks, I didn't see Charlene Hoeppner much while I was at Shakers. Fortunately, she was off doing other things. Prior to my coming to Shakers, she ventured into co-owning a Nebraska tanning salon called Caribbean Tan. She is dumb though, so she lost about $15,000 with her shitty business plan. She also tried to be a business partner for a company called Westgate Travel. She's a crappy business person, so she still has to dance to make ends meet.

Charlie returned more frequently during my last week or two at Shakers, after Bergen&Seamans started going crazy. She pleasantly approached me on my second to last night of work. That was out of the ordinary. She asked me why I wasn't going on stage any more. I said that I didn't want to talk about it. She didn't bother me for the rest of that shift. Then, on my last night at Shakers, she went back to being horrible.

On my last night working at Shakers, I was sexually assaulted by a customer who touched my breast. It happened on the floor, before I even took him to the VIP room. Because Seamans&Bergen had already slandered me to all of the other customers, I had to talk to a disgusting guy who assaulted me. I took his money to the front podium and notified the staff that I was doing a VIP. Dillon had me go in room #7, because that was the only room with a camera in it. Dillon wasn't trying to protect me from sexual assault. I never saw Dillon protect any woman from sexual assault. The club was just trying to get footage of me engaging in prostitution so they could get rid of me. I am not a prostitute though, so they didn't get any footage. None of the other VIP rooms had cameras in them, because lots of hookers and rapists are at Shakers. Dan Robinson doesn't want to have footage of that and get in trouble for trafficking.

The customer who I took to room #7 left the session early, because I wouldn't fuck him or let him touch me. The customer spent the remainder of his time sitting at the bar, trash talking me with Seamans&Bergen. Seamans&Bergen spent a lot of time being complicit with sexual predators and rapists. They are sexually predatory themselves, so it didn't surprise me that they were hanging out with this guy.

After that customer left, I found another guy who didn't assault me, and took him to the ATM. While he was at the ATM, Charlene Hoeppner approached us. She was drunk and slurring her words, while swaying aggressively. She stepped her body in front of the customer and I and the ATM, and repeatedly urged him not to spend money on me. Steve Loe noticed what she was doing and chuckled, then walked away, because he is a low functioning coward who is friends with her.

Charlene Hoeppner and many other rapey people at Shakers make assumptions about the specific things I said to customers while I hustled there. Because I talked dirty and discussed sexually explicit subject matter, because of my intense eye contact, and because customers are often dumb, they often assumed that I was offering sexual services to them. Not once did I ever offer to have sex with a customer. Not once did I ever offer services to a customer that he did not receive. That didn't matter though, because customers would often leave disappointed, because I didn't do sexual things that all of the Shakers prostitutes did for them. That was never my fault. I never offered, but customers would make assumptions, then lie and complain about the specifics of what I said to them. Charlene Hoeppner and other predators at Shakers did think that this was my fault. Misogynists take a man's word and don't believe women, so there was a lot of that going on at Shakers. It's a symptom of rape culture, and Shakers financially benefits from rape culture.

On my last night at Shakers, Charlene Hoeppner followed me around. Unlike Lil' Sash who, in all her creepiness, kept a bit of distance while I was with customers-- Charelene Hoeppner put her body in between customers and I. I was tempted to punch her in the face, but I was so very outnumbered. It would not have ended well. Hoeppner would tell customers that I am a liar and urge them not to get dances. She would tell them that I lied to other customers and intentionally got them kicked out of the club. I never did that. I talked dirty, offered nothing, and said I wanted to do dances for them.

Seamans&Bergen didn't know quite how to fuck up my hustle once I was actually with a customer, because they weren't as aggressive and ruthless as Charlene Hoeppner. Molly Ruterbories assaulted me once, but that was about it. I was still able to make money if it was just Seamans&Bergen who I was up against, but not Hoeppner. At one point during my last shift, after Charlene Hoeppner took hundreds of dollars in sales away from me, she walked past me, winked, and said,

“Thaz how yew do it, Boo.”

Bergen looked astounded and awe-struck with her. Then, the two fat lesbian hookers walked away and took my stolen customer to the VIP room together. I left early while Dan Robinson smiled and cheered that I was never coming back.

Rape and sexual assault happen at places like Shakers. If you are a dancer who is attractive, makes eye contact, or says sexually explicit things, that doesn't mean you are going to have sex with a customer or do anything you don't want to do. So often at Shakers, I witnessed sexual assault. So often at Shakers, men expected sexual services that I was unwilling to provide and never offered. So often at Shakers, men complained that I did not give them sexual services. So often at Shakers, staff and dancers believed what the men said. So often in society, people do not believe women. Shakers is a terrible place for new dancers to work at, because they don't know any better. Management doesn't do anything to stop it from happening. Shakers is a toxic place, partly because of people like Charlene Hoeppner.

Shakers Studies: Sash Seamans

Lil’ Sash Seamans is a homegrown Nebraskan. Her dad went to prison when she was a child because he was a meth manufacturer. Mr. Seamans passed his entrepreneurial aspirations down to Sash. After Mr. Seamans went to prison, Sash's mom had a series of boyfriends that Sash had to grow up dealing with. Sash has an assortment of younger siblings. Despite home problems, she was an honor student and succeeded in marching band.

When Sash came of age, she converted to Mormonism. Nobody in her family was a Mormon, but for a time it was what gave her comfort and meaning. She kept a twitter account when she was a Mormon, where she talks about god and slut shames sex workers. Eventually she stopped being a Mormon and became a sex worker. Sash uses her inherited entrepreneurial aspirations to pursue an amateur career in adult entertainment.

Sash has suffered from a wrist cutting problem and anorexia. While I worked at Shakers, she was obsessed with body building. I would describe her as a female version of a man with Napoleon syndrome, because she is very short and spends hours at the gym, attaining an excessive amount of muscles, to compensate for a lack of height, attractiveness and self-worth. She likes to post photos of her pole bruises and muscles on social media, and has described her desire to be a “tough girl.”

I noticed Sash on my first night working at Shakers. She had the distinctive demeanor of someone with an ingrained sense of being Chosen. I recognized it instantly. I was sitting on a bar stool waiting for customers, when a homely little Gonzo-looking stripper in a baby costume came frolicking up the stage steps with sass. It was sickening to see her baby accessories and outfit. I wanted to poke my eyes out.

Sash's stage name was announced. I'm not going to share her stage name on this website, because it is disrespectful to Native Americans. Her stage name is the appropriated name of a Native American tribe. As covered several times on this website already, many strippers love to culturally appropriate their stage names, for personal and financial gain. Sash gave her stage name a last name too, and uses it as her wannabe porn star name. In an act of deluded narcissism, she wrote her fake first and last name on a decorated piece of paper and stuck it to the mirror in the dressing room where she kept her things, as though she was some kind of celebrity or legitimate star in need of a name tag.

During Halloween, Sash dressed in a generic Native American princess costume. She said it was OK, because she thought she might be “Native.” I have since done research and have found this to be untrue. Sash Seamans is not Native American.

Though an unattractive human, Sash spent her youth wanting to be a model. Sometimes when people fail at becoming fashion magazine models, they settle for careers in porn, to satiate their longing for approval, love, and to be seen by an audience.

Most grown heterosexual men with a healthy desire for adult human females would not find Sash attractive. She is extremely stumpy and haggard. Her face is not what most people would describe as pretty. It is unlikely that Sash would make a lot of money or have financial success in adult entertainment if she marketed herself as is. Therefore, Sash takes a different approach to marketing. A lot of kink/fetish/niche performers have to do this. In Sash's case, she caters to adult men who enjoy looking at little bodies in baby clothes. Many people would describe this as pedophilia, but Sash believes there is a difference and describes it as “age play.” She calls her fondness for wearing diapers “ABDL,” which stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover. Sash kept diapers in the dressing room on the counter, below her self-made porno name tag.

It was traumatizing to work with Sash when she wore those things. I did not consent to seeing that shit and was offended that I had to witness it in the workplace. I considered leaving Shakers during my first week, because of her. All of my stripper associates who I spoke with outside of work told me to run like hell from a place that allows people like Sash to work there. Maybe I should have left then. However, Dan losing the lawsuit and the ways in which he handled the Economic Realities factors were interesting to see. I was making money there, Shakers had other redeeming qualities, and I love Lincoln. So, I stayed at Shakers and tried to ignore Sash as much as possible.

I have mentioned a customer named Gary in a previous post. He was the disgusting old man who tipped one dollar per nude dancer, in order to get attention from them. He didn’t like me because I avoided him and didn’t get nude in front of him. Sash was Gary's favorite. She would sit on his lap in her baby clothes, while he massaged and caressed her. Gary was gassy, as were a lot of Sash's gross old man customers. I don't ever remember Sash getting up from the fart clouds. Often times I would walk past her while she was with one of these freaks, and she would just be in the middle of this noxious odour like a nucleus, while old men cuddled with her. She'd be smiling, like she was happy as hell. She didn't spend a whole lot of time hustling and making money. It seemed as though her main objective at Shakers was to get attention. It is a scab thing to do, because women who are there to make a lot of money are shamed in contrast to the scabs who do things for free.

Sash often preferred to listen to old fart music while she was on stage. Dan Robinson and the rest of the Shakers staff were really into her. They used pictures of her for the Shakers Facebook. This fed her starvation for attention. While I worked at Shakers, she was a sweetheart of the club staff.

Sash does not normally shave her bush or wear stripper shoes. These are two things that I have been bullied for a lot at other clubs over a period of many years. I greatly appreciated working in an environment where those two things were completely socially acceptable. When I came to Shakers, I shaved and wore stripper shoes, because I thought that was the only way to get hired. I was happy that I didn't have to keep that up while I was there.

Bergen was the initial social link between Sash and I interacting. In the beginning, I did not realize how close Bergen and Sash are. They didn't talk a whole lot at work when I started, and Bergen expressed discontent with Sash's diaper wearing fetish. It wasn't until Bergen tried to recruit me for the porn website and began describing her relationship with Sash to me, that I realized how close they are. Sash identifies as bisexual. Both in her personal and porn life, Sash's two main types of sexual partners appear to be pedophile men and creepy lesbians.

Desperate for relevance and fame, Sash had a famous lesbian rapist porn star named Lily Cade come to Nebraska to shoot a three-way video with her and Bergen. Rapist Lily Cade has been shunned from the professional porn world. Despite Lily Cade's rapist past, Sash continues to include footage of Lily Cade on her website. Sash hasn't had much luck in recruiting strippers to do porn on the site, but she has found fat guys from the strip club patron pool, to do spanking and domination scenes with her.

While I avoided Sash at work because I was so disgusted by her, one day in the dressing room she struck up a conversation with me about taxes. Somehow she knew that I had been dancing for a while, and asked me if I do my taxes. She informed me that she did not do her taxes and hasn't met any other dancers who do theirs. I explained to her the long-term advantages of doing one's taxes as a dancer, and why it might be advantageous if she did hers. Other than that conversation and sparse hellos with Bergen, I don't know that I ever spoke with her. Sash had a certain self-obsessed, neurotic, overbearing, nit-picky way about her, almost a caricature, that is common in other regions of the country, such as New York City and Chicago's North Shore. It was weird encountering that type of individual in rural Nebraska, but there she fuckin was, exhibiting all of those distinctive behavioral traits.

I think I accidentally walked past her house one day after I adopted my dog. During that week, I was staying around the cross streets of 27th and O, in Lincoln. My dog was very hyper active and needed me to walk her for hours in a large radius every day, just to burn off energy. We'd go dozens of blocks all over the city. One day while she was running ahead of me on the extending leash, I looked in the distance and saw a little hobbit looking person on the cement steps of a big house. I could have sworn it was Sash, so I turned around right away and started running in the opposite direction with the leash. I didn't want Sash to think that I was trying to find out where she lived, which I wasn't. It was an accident. I wasn't sure if I should have said something to her at work about it, or mentioned that I was staying nearby and just needed to walk my energetic dog. Since I was grossed out by Sash and am reserved around people who disgust me, I just didn't say anything about it and hoped she hadn't recognized me.

One thing I was oblivious to during most of my time at Shakers was the fact that Sash was a reader of StripperLaborRights.com. I knew that the staff was aware of it, but I did not realize how far it went with the dancers until it was too late. Apparently Sash did know about my blog for a while and was reading it. As time went on into late 2017, she developed an obsessive interest in bothering and harassing me. Sash Seamans has been a lot more passionate and had a lot more emotional investment in getting my attention than the other way around.

One night in December, Sash and DJ Steve Loe were talking loudly about a desire to “fuck up” my “whole world.” Steve was explaining to her the things that he likes to do to harass dancers, and Sash was giggling, stating that it would “feel like the walls are closing in!” Sash began doing things like walking past me and saying, “FUCK YOU!” I partially blame DJ Steve Loe for this behavior. He is twice her age, much more powerful and controlling. She's just a little narcissistic dingaling waking up to the world. Steve Loe is a pathetic person, but a person with a lot of influence over the behavior of dancers and how they treat one another. That being said, Sash is an adult and the way she was acting was very inappropriate. She is thin skinned, and like Steve Loe, she has a tendency to get way too wrapped up in small things that don't matter. I don't know why Sash tried so hard to get my attention.

On the night that I told Steve I wasn't going on stage any more, Sash freaked out and got misty eyed. She nervously stared up at Steve from the main floor, as though some catastrophic event just took place. While Steve was freaking out, talking to Dillon privately and temporarily not doing shit on the microphone any more, Sash was busily slandering me to customers and coworkers. To this day I do not understand why she would get so emotional and upset about what I am doing, but I do understand that she is mentally ill and that Shakers is a tiny pink barn without a lot of square footage. Her emotional attachment to Shakers and the staff wasn't very healthy, and the violence that she later displayed toward me was not deserved. Sash Seamans would benefit from seeing a physician. It is easier for me to look at it from a clinical perspective.

Sash's maniacal state increased exponentially in my last weeks at Shakers. I totally ignored her, said nothing and did nothing to her in response. I hustled like a viper and sold the most expensive penthouse VIP rooms out of spite. I would simply make eye contact with a guy, penetrate his soul, and he would go to the ATM machine. Whenever that happened, Sash would start freaking out, run over to the DJ or to Bergen and kvetch about me. My advice to dancers experiencing this kind of resistance when hustling, is that you really have to just become a zen master and clear all of the Sash Seamans types from your mind, focus on the hustle and how to convince someone that your time is worthy of his money.

Sash didn't get it. She would follow me around and approach customers who I just finished with. She would present her unsightly face to them, get rejected, and start stomping and whining. She wasn't that great of a hustler before, but especially during my final weeks, there were many nights that she didn't sell any dances at all. Her energy and attention were mostly devoted to me, while I completely ignored her. It was really weird. I didn't know if I should have said something to her or notified her that I wasn't the enemy. I didn't know what to do, all the while Steve Loe was fueling her fanaticism and making it worse.

Sash didn't understand how I was able to sell dances if I didn't always do anything on stage. For example, there were nights during December 2017 when she and I would be the only dancers working. Sash would be busy gossiping in the DJ booth area with Steve Loe. I would go on stage, lay down in front of a customer, not dance, and just have a short conversation with him before getting him to buy a room. She would start stomping around, angrily yelling that I didn't even dance. I've ran into this a lot over the years from androgynous, body builder type pole dancers like Sash. They mistakenly think that customers care about a dancer's elaborate pole tricks and bulging muscles. What dancers like Sash don't understand is that heterosexual men mostly come to strip clubs to have an exchange with beautiful women, not to see a Cirque du Soleil show. Sometimes customers care about pole tricks, but most of the money is made off stage. Sash was very mean to customers who rejected her during this time, and victimized herself because she thought that being around me and my sales were oppressing her. Sash has an instinct to victimize herself while simultaneously trying to destroy the innocent. It's in her nature. Shakers was fine with her behaving that way, because they wanted me gone. DJ Steve Loe was coaching her to follow me around and copy things I do. Sometimes she would be on stage and kick her legs into the air, inches away from my head, if I was walking with a customer to a room. I probably could have filed a police report on her for a lot of this stuff, but I avoid cops, as I avoided her and everyone else at Shakers who was harassing me.

For some reason that I still do not understand, Sash Seamans called the cops on me while I was working at Shakers. If any of my readers know why she called the cops on me, please contact me through the tab at the top of this page. I never had any police approach me for any reason while I was there. The reason I know that Sash reported me to the police, is because Bergen was talking about it in the dressing room one night. She didn't specify why Sash told the police that I exist, just that I am there working at Shakers. Bergen and some of the other dancers knew that I dislike cops. Since Bergen is a really dumb Bergen from a wealthy Bergen background, she wondered aloud of I was a fugitive on the run from the law, and perhaps that was why I am fearful of police. The true answer, which Bergens don't understand, is that police are murderers with low IQs, who make situations worse rather than better. They almost always harm sex workers and other marginalized groups, and often murder innocent people.

When I started doing my lap dances out on the floor instead of in the Shakers designated rooms, Sash would do this thing where she'd get really close to my customer and I, turn around, bend over with her naked ass cheeks spread apart, and twerk her anus/genitals at us. It was an act of sexual abuse and a disgusting thing to do. It was particularly upsetting to see Sash Seamans do it, because her genitals are so unbelievably weird looking. Her labia are enormous, wrinkled, grey, and dangle between her legs. Her vagina is cavernous. Her genitals reminded me of Arby's roast beef, inside a catcher's mitt. I want my readers to imagine that for a moment-- imagine taking a leather catcher's mitt that's been through multiple games, and then pile a bunch of meaty Arby's roasted beef inside the mitt. That is what Sash Seamans' genitals looked like while she was flapping them at my customers and I during my lap dances, sexually abusing me. One may call me a misogynist for describing her genitals like that, but I challenge anyone to try doing a lap dance and make money while Sash Seamans is exposing her private parts to you against your consent.

When Bergen was available, she would join Sash Seamans in harassing me during my floor dances or when I was talking with customers. This dynamic duo would follow me everywhere I went with my customers, to do lesbian sex acts several inches away from wherever I was, or to violently swing toward me in near-misses. It was definitely sexual harassment and abuse. I didn't deserve it. I didn't do anything to them or respond to them in any way. In all their rat-like characteristics, sympathizing with misogynists and exploitative employers just like Scabby the Rat, I avoided them as best I could. A part of me wanted to leave, but I couldn't help thinking to myself, “How long could I stay on this bucking bronco?”

There were times when I could have easily done things to make Sash feel worse in the club. For example, while I was giving a lap dance in one of the booths, a customer began complimenting me on my long legs. Sash was in the booth next to us, eavesdropping. Sash has insecurities about her stumpy legs, and had a creepy interest in my body type. I could have used that customer's comment as a way to bother her, instead of changing the subject when he mentioned it. I did not care to bother Sash though, because she is relatively insignificant.

There was a time when I expressed to Dillon that I was fearful of what Seamans and Bergen might do to me. Shakers' response was to laugh at me. It gave Sash Seamans great joy and a self-esteem boost that I expressed fear to Dillon. While I am not afraid of Seamans in a one-on-one scenario, Bergen was bragging about their guns. They are mentally ill people. My concern was that Bergen&Seamans would do something to me akin to what happened at the end in Easy Rider. Their frenzied state was that level of crazy, whilst all of the Shakers staff sat back and did nothing but laughed like the disgusting hypocrites that they are.

In January of 2018, after I left Nebraska, Sash made a facebook post about me. She wanted to notify all of the Midwest that I work in clubs and blog about my experiences. Sash expressed anger that I am “entitled,” because I talk to customers and expect them to pay me for my time. She was not happy about my “Reading in The Club” post either, wherein I advised dancers to not get pushed around by people like Steve Loe. Her facebook post exaggerated, by stating that “all” of the dancers came after me on my last night. It was actually only a few, led by Seamans&Bergen. In the comments of Sash's post, she allowed a misogynist named Elliot Henning to post this about me:

“... if that CUNT is there point her out so I know to ignore her ass, I only talk to and be a gentleman to good girls who deserve respect such as yourself and you have always been sweet to me and appreciate how I treat you right. I may not have a lot of money right now but I enjoy talking to you, joining you for a cigarette, giving you a leg or foot rub when you are hurt'n after awhile and just being a real gentleman to you and you are very sweet to me in return...”

His comment would be funny to many strippers, because many strippers do not waste time or energy on men who come in without spending money. Sash Seamans gave out lots of free time and energy to misogynist losers like this, because she is a crappy hustler and a strike breaking scab desperate for love. She has decided to embrace the patriarchy as a source of power and then rebrand it as feminism and empowerment. It's tiresome and depressing and unproductive to have to work around people like Sash Seamans.

Sash has tweeted about a variety of subjects since I left Shakers. She supports the rapist Aziz Ansari, she thinks the $15 minimum wage fight is too “entitled,” she doesn't understand the first amendment, she is a gun nut, and she doesn't like it when people don't use the Oxford comma or use run-on sentences. She is a copy cat who tried being a vegan for a while and who imitates me in numerous ways that she then tweets about. It's a really weird thing to do after a year and a half of my being gone. Sash also takes legal advice from this website and exercises some of her stripper labor rights in her workplaces. She is an avid reader of StripperLaborRights.com.

In February of 2018, Sash Seamans announced over social media that she would no longer be working at Shakers. She removed all of her photos from their Facebook and everything she ever posted about working there. She did not announce what happened at Shakers to make her leave, only that it was “toxic.” Then, on February 19th of 2018, she posted a video on her Facebook. She described an unnamed “shitty guy” who asked for something from her but was “rejected.” She then stated that she told all of her friends about it. She was very upset in the video. The video was removed from her facebook after a short period of time. If any of my readers know what toxic situation happened at Shakers with Lil’ Sash or why she was so upset, please contact me.

Lately, Sash has been contacting a site I write for, called Whores of Yore, trying to get my comrade Kate to take down my posts. That's not going to happen. Sash seems to think that the whole world is like that little pink barn. She's in her mid-twenties now and still in Nebraska, still not understanding the world. She continues to dance at local Nebraska clubs and make indie webcam porn for pedophile men.

Sash probably wouldn't survive as a stripper outside of rural America, because she's not very attractive or interesting. I have wondered if she was doing all that stuff to me so she could get advertising. Any kind of controversy in the media generates advertising, and if I put her porn star name on my blog, it would generate clicks for her.

Despite everything in this post, I do not hate her and never really thought of her as my enemy, competition or anywhere near my level. There is a sweet, sad, ignorant innocence about her, and I wish her the best in navigating the turbulent, exploitative, violent, misogynist waters of this world. I hope some day she will stop hanging out with weirdos, stop dressing in baby clothes, and get out of the industry. I hope she saves her money, retires young and gets the psychological help that she desperately needs.

My advice to anyone dealing with Sash's inappropriate gremlin behavior, is to find comfort in the fact that your life is probably much bigger than her life, and to just let her roll away like a tumble weed on a lonely Nebraska highway in your rear view mirror.

Shakers Studies: Dakota Rae Bergen

St. Patrick's day weekend is almost here! It's that time of year when thousands of non-Irish Americans culturally appropriate and make a racist mockery of Irish people through the use of stupid accessories and drunken parties. In honor of that, StripperLaborRights.com brings you our next dancer on Shakers Studies... Dakota Rae Bergen! Dakota Rae Bergen is not Irish, but picked the stage name Riley. Her appropriated stage name is only the tip of the ice Bergen.

Dakota Rae Bergen is not Native American, but her Bergen progenitors thought it would be hip and cool to appropriate the name of an indigenous North American tribe for their Bergen baby. I'll just refer to her as Bergen for the rest of this post.

Bergen is not Swedish, but has a tattoo of a Dala horse on her thigh. She didn't know what it was and had to google it on her phone one day when I asked.

Bergen started dancing a little bit before I started working at Shakers. She was in her mid-to-late-twenties when starting her stripping career, which is a bit late compared to many other dancers. Around the same time that she became a stripper, she also became a webcam “model.” Her wealthy Bergen parents live in Colorado, and as far as I know, were still supporting her financially during her time at Shakers. If any of my readers have the dollar amount of how much money she was getting from the Bergen estate, please message me. I ask because her hustling skills were horrible at Shakers and I wondered about her daily survival expenses.

Bergen was very friendly with me when I first started working at Shakers. At first I was appreciative of her kindness. However, I became less appreciative as time went on and her creepy factor increased.

In addition to attempting webcam porn, Bergen and her lesbian sex playmate Sash Seamans were trying to profit from an indie upstart porno website. What I noticed Bergen doing in the strip club was talking to dancers and attempting to recruit them to be on the site. She suggested I come over to her place and make some porn together. I definitely didn't want to make porn with her. No amount of money would ever get me to do that. However, I went to the website a few times while I worked at Shakers, just to see what it had on it and to see which dancers participated. As far as I know, fur hag Gabrielle Es was the only one to do it. The site contains some of the grossest and most aesthetically displeasing porn I have ever seen in my life. I was disturbed by the way that Bergen used her time at Shakers to access dancers in private areas, trying to recruit. I have done adult modeling, and sometimes I look at erotica, so it's not that I am anti-porn. It was just the way she went about it and the content on the site that was appalling.

Bergen identifies as a lesbian and would often giggle to me about her orientation that she kept a secret from customers. Since she was a new dancer and ignorant to the inner workings of strip clubs, Bergen was under the impression that most dancers are heterosexual women who enjoy dancing naked for hoards of disgusting loser men. Of course, that is not true at all. Most dancers are not heterosexual, and most dancers only talk to customers for the money. Even for dancers who are attracted to some men, such as myself, the men who go to strip clubs are not the types of people who I would want. Bergen didn't get it though. She was a rich kid on a fun empowering adventure into the world of sex work, giggly about being a lesbian dancing for men and thinking she was unique. I really disliked all of those assumptions. I disliked having to deal with a Colorado trust fund tourist nympho, masquerading as a sex worker.

Bergen had bad boundaries with me at work. Multiple times, I would come into the dressing room at the beginning of a shift and she would touch my dresses, compliment them, touch my feet, rub them, and do other creepy things without ever asking consent to put her hands on me. Sometimes when lesbian and bisexual women start working in strip clubs, they feel it is appropriate to behave that way, like they have an automatic intimacy with dancers because we are in these close spaces naked and vulnerable. That is not true at all though-- nobody has any right or entitlement to touch another person, no matter where or who they are.

Bergen had a German Shepherd puppy who she was training at the same time that I was training my adult German Shepherd. She repeatedly asked me to hang out with her and have a doggy play date, but I blew her off multiple times. She felt slighted by this. I didn't tell her why, but I will write it on my blog now-- it is because she bought her dog from a breeder on Craigslist rather than going to a shelter. Her wealthy family members are dog breeders, and she grew up in an atmosphere where she found nothing wrong with exploiting the reproductive systems of dogs for profit, bringing puppies into the world, allowing humans to kidnap them and giving no regard to shelter animals. Her lack of respect for animal boundaries was consistent with her lack of respect for stripper boundaries.

Bergen would sit with customers for over an hour, stoned, talking to them or sometimes just staring into space while they watched the stage. This was bad for my income, because there were times when I knew I could easily get a guy to buy a dance if she wasn't sitting there. If it was slow, this was especially agonizing. I would have to sit and wait until she got up, which took forever. She was usually high and had the facial expression of someone with down's syndrome. I do not know how she afforded so much weed, other than income from other Bergens. She could not pole dance or do anything sexy on stage, and like a shit stain, a sopping wet fart, bumbling and fumbling with a big bow on top of her head like Betty Rubble, Bergen made her moves, and I would just think to myself, “What the actual fuck?”

Sometimes on nights when football was on, Dan Robinson would set up a table and put out crock pots, cheese, crackers and assorted grotesqueries for customers to graze. Bergen almost always came in on these nights, just to eat that food and break even with her house fee and gas money.

Bergen did not understand why I was at Shakers. I was at Shakers to get in, make as much money as possible, and leave before midnight so that I could enjoy my life. I was not there to flirt with my lesbian and bisexual coworkers. I was not there to hang out with the Robinsons. I was not there to sit stoned like a deer in a meadow. There were slow times when she and I would be sitting at a table together, a customer would come in, I would get up to talk to him and she would be offended that I cut her off from talking to me. Her entitlement to my time was the mark of a privileged narcissistic Bergen, unaware of the financial needs of people like me. It was amazingly offensive and hilarious.

Many heterosexual men who go to strip clubs have similar entitlement issues to women's time and energy. Therefore, talking to Bergen was a great way for them to vent. DJ Steve Loe was Bergen's friend and cannabis buddy. He was very happy with how warm and friendly Bergen was compared to me, who he thought was “cold.” DJ Steve Loe would taunt me for the sense of urgency that I had with hustling. He too did not understand my reason for being at Shakers.

DJ Steve Loe and dancer Sash Seamans convinced Bergen that I was plotting against them, during the time when I was asserting my rights and educating people about their rights. Bergen began threatening me, by discussing her martial arts skills and gun shooting skills. Bergen stated on her twitter that I was “bringing out” her “inner psycho” at work. Bergen began following me around, telling customers not to buy dances from me. Despite all of this, I still made money and sold rooms. It confused her. She did not understand my powerful effect on men.

Since a lot of Bergen's behavior overlapped with the behavior of Sash Seamans, the next post about Sash will discuss their teamwork.

Shakers Studies: Corleawn Ross

Corleawn Ross ended up a single mother of three by her mid-twenties. She supports her family by being a stripper, cause love don't pay the bill$, y'all.

One of the reasons why a lot of strippers are resistant to having their employee rights recognized, is that many strippers draw welfare money from the government. They don't like telling the IRS about the all the money they make per year from strip clubs. They'd rather continue getting welfare checks, and skip things like Title VII protection, benefits and a union.

Corleawn Ross went by Serenity at Shakers. I had a recurring problem there, where customers would be mad at me in the back room for not sucking their dicks or pleasing them sexually like several dancers did for them. I avoided customers who had been Serenity's, because this is what they expected out of me after being her customer. Like with Dallas, Serenity had a tendency to coddle misogynist losers who were mad at me for not giving them enough of my time or energy. Serenity contributed to gossip with regards to me being “cold” and “negative.” These are terms that misogynists and their sympathizers use when they feel entitled to a woman's time and attention.

As a word of advice to strip club patrons looking for a little more-- don't go for smoking hot Valkyries who sit by themselves sipping coffee. You'll get more bang for your buck in the back room if you pick a dancer who is desperate to break a hundred.

Serenity did this thing where she would loudly talk about people within ear shot, but not say anything directly to them. For example, one of her customers sexually assaulted me before I turned him down for a dance. He had a hatred for females because of his inability to attract one outside of the strip club. Serenity proceeded to discuss my negative attitude with him, loudly so I could hear. That's what passive-aggressive losers do together. It grossed me out to hear, but one will find a variety of misogynists in any industry who are willing to do the same thing.

Sometimes in strip clubs, I don't necessarily have to socialize or hustle customers for dances. I can just stoically sit by myself sipping coffee with my long porcelain legs draped over the chair, and they just come to me. Serenity noticed this and didn't like it very much. She didn't like it when I worked on nights that she worked.

The first time Serenity saw me, I was sitting by myself at an end bar stool drinking coffee. I keep a poker face and don't show my emotions in the strip club very often. She took one look at me and said loudly to her friends,

“She a NAZI!”

This was not the first time that I have had a dumb person stare at my svelte body type, complexion and stoicism and call me a NAZI. In fact, it has happened multiple times throughout my life in strip clubs. It especially freaks people out when I dance to Rammstein on stage instead of bouncy songs about ass. Being an introverted person only contributes to their delusions about who I am.

Serenity was taking a break from Shakers in the days leading up to my last shift, and on that last shift she learnt that the club had decided to switch over to calling us employees and recognizing those rights. As stated in previous entries, the club manipulated ignorant dancers into believing that this would be a bad thing. Serenity was very upset by it, almost in tears, and said to a customer who had asked her why they were switching,

“Cause girlz iz bein' dumb.”

I wasn't being dumb when distributing Know Your Rights fliers, suing strip clubs for misclassification and doing national press about it. Serenity is just a dumb person herself, with no knowledge of the labor movement. That's all. Shakers being pressured to recognize our rights was an amazing feat that I will forever hold dear, even if it was temporary.

Shakers Studies: Karma

Strip clubs are places where all kinds of cultural appropriation can be found. One way cultural appropriation happens in strip clubs is through dancer stage names. Karma is a popular stage name for strippers to pick. I've known Karmas in Oregon, Karmas in Minnesota, Karmas in Vegas, and most recently-- a Karma in Waverly, Nebraska.

A Sanskrit word, Karma is the Buddhist concept that refers to future consequences from a previous action. The concept of Karma has been appropriated and mutilated in the West in all sorts of ways. It is a victim-blaming term that does not hold abusers accountable, and blames sufferers. I do not believe that karma is real. Google is a great resource to find out more about how stupid it is when people talk about karma.

I drove Westward into Nebraska through I-80 on a warm Summer afternoon in 2017, with all of the clubs in the Lincoln-Omaha area written down in a notebook. I drove to whatever one my GPS said was closest to my Motel 6 room. That club was called Night Before Lounge and located in downtown Lincoln. I auditioned at Night Before Lounge. The owner told me that he makes the schedules and only gives dancers a few nights per week. He had me fill out a large application which had all kinds of questions about who I am. He said he'd call me, but never did. I needed to find work quick, so I kept looking and ended up in Waverly.

On one of my first nights at Shakers, Karma asked me if I was auditioning at Night Before Lounge the other night, and informed me that she knows the owner. She was there hanging out and saw me audition. She went on to tell me about other people who she knows in the Nebraska strip club scene, and informed me of her social connections. I avoid people who brag about their social connections and who stay in one spot like a barnacle for an excessive amount of time. I do this because their bragging annoys me, but also because they tend to ask prying questions about my life or find things out about me while at work that are none of their fucking business.

In subsequent nights, Karma would brag to me about how long she has known Dan Robinson. She would voluntarily strike up conversations with me about what a great guy he is, and how he built the club from the ground up all on his own. She never mentioned his losing the lawsuit. Karma would do things that dancers were made to do prior to Dan losing the lawsuit, like vacuum and clean the club. I have a strong visual memory of her vacuuming the floors while wearing a satin teal leotard and black stripper heels. I felt really sorry for Karma when seeing her vacuum like that. Making dancers clean the club but not paying them, giving them any benefits or employee recognition is a really disgusting thing to do, and then to see Karma doing it even after the rules were removed was pathetic.

Karma is around my age and a recovering addict. One time she was telling a group of dancers about how when she was a younger stripper, she was on a coked out binge and spent $10,000 at Buckle in a one year time span. I've gone to a few Buckle outlets since then, just to have a look around and calculate what they sell that could amount to $10,000. Honestly I can't picture it.

I'm glad I didn't know coke sniffing Karma. If I have to work with people on drugs, I prefer they are on opiates or sedatives. People on stimulants are extra annoying and combative. There were times when I would be sitting next to Karma and she'd nod off or stare into space, so I did wonder what drug she switched to after her coke days were over. It was a lot easier to work with her when she was sedated though, because at least then she wasn't trying to defend Dan Robinson.

When I stopped going on stage and began exercising my rights, Karma did not like that at all. She would comment on how messed up it was and ask management what was going on. She didn't understand it. She would try to physically intimidate me, but I wasn't intimidated at all, because while she has beautiful defined muscles, she is only about five feet tall.

Despite all of the above, I quietly cherished Karma's presence. She had no idea. I preferred to work when she worked, because she danced to metal and didn't behave like Molly Ruterbories. Shakers had a tendency to get a certain vibe in a short period of time, and I was happy to have Karma's stage presence serve as a buffer and cut through all of that. I can get really colloquial with describing the vibes at Shakers, but there are certain things that I don't put on the site. She holds her own really well. Her presence made my time there easier. Karma and I had an overlapping client base, and that didn't bother me at all. Our voices sound a lot of like. It is nice to have other women around with a similar kind of unapologetic femininity.

When I was having a partial seizure in the dressing room one night, she was kind and helpful to me.

Karma was not nice to me when I wore my blue Pict body paint. She asked if it was war paint, and participated in verbal degradation with regards to my labor rights advocacy. When I make myself look like an ancient Pict in the strip club, it is war paint. I don't culturally appropriate when I wear it. I am a modern Pict, proud of who I am and willing to stand up for what is right.

Shakers Studies: Molly Ruterbories

Molly Ruterbories physically assaulted me during one of my last shifts at Shakers. I was approaching a customer who I often spoke to. She stepped in front of me and forcefully rammed her arm into my throat. She instructed the customer not to talk to me any more, and he never did. She did this very shortly after Shakers told all of the dancers that the club was switching over to recognizing their employee rights. The way that Shakers described being employees made it sound very unpleasant, and Molly Ruterbories was upset by that fact. She knew that I had distributed fliers having to do with employee rights, and she heard a lot of gossip with regards to my history in the legal system. We barely ever talked before that incident, and while I thought she was dumb, I didn't mind working with her.

Molly Ruterbories didn't use a stage name. She just went by Molly. She's about six feet tall, very gangly, with strong bones and muscles, but no tits or ass. She was the only Shakers dancer who physically frightened me in a one-on-one scenario. I reported the assault to Dillon Maynard after it happened. He didn't want to be bothered by it, and just told me to call the police. He knew it was unlikely that I was going to get the police involved. I asked him for a copy of the camera footage, and he refused. That was one of the conversations between Dillon and I in which we were both audio recording each other at the same time. Dillon spent a lot of time monitoring me while I was sending text messages, walking up behind me and staring at the screen. However, he was uninterested in preventing people like Molly Rutoerbories from injuring my throat.

Molly Ruterbories comes from a conservative, upper middle class hhhuu-WYTE family in flyover country, USA. That’s her on the left in the padded bra.

In her late teens, Molly began a transformation. It was some straight up Rob Van Winkle shit. Molly was in her early twenties when we danced at Shakers together. She had the DJ play hardcore rap for her while she was on stage. She pronounced her words and sentences with the same vernacular that can be found in hardcore rap music. Right out of Rachel Dolezal's playbook, this young miss enjoys showing off new hair styles.

You'll find a lot of this in strip clubs. I don't understand it. Maybe young women like Molly are trying to prove toughness through cultural appropriation. Whatever the case may be, Molly was impregnated after her transformation, by one of her new friends. Most of her Shakers money went towards supporting the kid and getting through community college.

Peace out and word to ya motha.

Shakers Studies: Dallas

Shakers has a stripper who goes by the name of Dallas. I cannot find a photo of her. She is definitely not used for their facebook. That would deter customers from going into the club. The only celebrity or image from the media that I can think of who she resembles is the Bride of Shrek. I will post this for reference:

Dallas tells people she is from Texas and enhances that aspect of herself when trying to hustle. She fits almost no mainstream beauty standards, and wears hats made out of hair. Dallas spends a lot of time in the dressing room complaining about that fact. She feels very oppressed and persecuted by it. From a business perspective, I can see why most strip clubs would want to attract patrons. Therefore, I can understand why most strip clubs would not want to hire Dallas.

Dallas puts up with a lot of sexual assault from customers. By that, I mean I have watched men walk up to her from behind and place their hands on her intimate body parts, aggressively and playfully. She does not protest, back away or reprimand them in the same way that myself and other dancers do. Dallas does not have the privilege to pick and choose customers in the same way that I do. While I was working at Shakers, I would punch or strike men who sexually assaulted me. I was able to assert my boundaries at Shakers and still make money. That is because many people were willing to buy dances from me. Not so many people are willing to buy dances from Dallas, so she puts up with abuse from the worst kinds of customers. Being a bottom feeder is her only means of survival. That is the only way she is able to sell any dances at all. I do not know why she is a stripper. There are many jobs that would probably give her a lot more money than the income that stripping provides for her.

I was usually the only dancer at Shakers who can speak some Spanish, and there were times when I sold more dances to Spanish speaking people. Some nights, Dallas would approach these customers and make fun of their accents, language and heritage. These customers expressed no interest in buying dances from her, because of her physical appearance and behavior. That being said, it was confusing to me why she was expressing racist sentiments toward them when she is an oppressed, marginalized person herself.

If I was giving a lap dance or in the VIP room and a customer tried to touch me, I would stop them or end the dance. That is because I am not a prostitute or desperate. One thing that Dallas did, in order to make money, was to coddle the men who were upset with me for not letting them touch me. Then, she would discuss how “cold” I am. She would discuss how “cold” I am both on the floor and in the dressing room. She would loudly brag about how great her lap dances are compared to mine. It struck me as really stupid, because I genuinely did not care what she some gross predatory man thought of me not letting him touch me. It is sad to me when women get sexually assaulted and then other women escalate the harm done to them. I never said anything to her about that, and instead chose to completely ignore her.

Dallas knew that I was not going to be let back into work after January 1st. She was discussing it in the dressing room, and was enthusiastic about my departure. Even though she is really unattractive and horrible, she gets along with the Robinsons and non-dancer employees. Sometimes ShitLibs like Dan Robinson feel better about themselves, by spending time with people like Dallas.

When I distributed Know Your Rights fliers in the club, Dallas informed management right away when she saw them on the bathroom counter top. Even though she spends time complaining about her own oppression, she would prefer not to actually do anything to further the cause of stripper labor rights. Being a discontent scab is all she knows.

It is important for potential stripper labor advocates to understand that sometimes, you won’t always find solidarity from other marginalized people. Unfortunately, the media and education system tends to lie and avoid focusing on this phenomenon. However, it is OK for you to notice patterns in these situations and learn from them.