In addition to waving the Loser Flag and supporting The Outlaws, Mr. and Mrs. Eldridge are also proud Odinists. They wear Heathen jewelry in some of their facebook photos, such as their Thor's Hammer necklaces. Ashley is very proud of her Viking heritage, which historically pre-dates the Loser Flag heritage. I have some Viking heritage too. Ashley and I have a lot in common, genetically speaking. One day, she came to work sporting some type of hairdo that was supposed to be traditional Viking braids, but it looked more like cornrows. I showed an ex of mine a photo of her, and he succinctly put it;
“That girl looks like the worst of the British Isles, rolled up into 53 other European countries, shat out through the lens of poverty.”
I was always entertained by what kinds of customers Brandon Eldridge's wife had to resort to dancing for, after the decent ones were taken. The more experienced, skilled, and physically attractive hustlers at Mouse's Ear sifted through to the higher spending, easier-to-handle customers. This often left Brandon Eldridge's wife with whatever leftovers were around, after everyone else profiled and picked through. This often meant Brandon Eldridge's wife danced for demographics of men who were on the lower end of the income bracket, demographics who came from adverse backgrounds, demographics who were more difficult to manage and shake down for money. I won't get into demographic specifics, but I will say that I enjoyed watching Brandon Eldridge's wife get stuck with all the demographics that I wanted nothing to do with. I know that the Eldridge family was struggling financially in 2019, and it's fun for me to think about all of the exotic demographics of men who peered into Brandon's wife's genitalia up close. Brandon presents himself as a proud, masculine Viking male with his family, home, hearth, blood, and soil. Sometimes, I sit around thinking about Brandon's fondness for The Loser Flag and Outlaw support, and I giggle when considering the customers who his wife had to dance for to make ends meet, when Brandon was unable to support his family by himself.
At some point, Taylor Renae Miller took Ashley under her wing. I can see why she would do that. Ashley posed no threat to Taylor's income. It would benefit Taylor Renae Miller to encourage a pitifully ugly and demure dancer to stay. It benefits Taylor's bank account and ego to do things like that. When Taylor didn't think I was around to hear her speaking with Trinity, she frequently brought up my age in a negative way, as though I shouldn't have been there because I was thirty-three years old and better at sales. Trinity was in her late twenties when she started working at Mouse's Ear, so the age gap between us wasn't significant. Regardless of the meager few years, Taylor Renae Miller used it against me. I don't feel bad about being a stripper in my thirties whatsoever. I have very limited wrinkles and grey hairs, and even if I did, I'd still be pretty. Most dancers in their thirties make more money than they did in their twenties, because they have refined their hustle, cut the bullshit, and use their time wisely. In the misogynist entertainment industry, women are considered curdled by their late twenties. My customers never had a problem with my age, but my age is often weaponized by losers in the industry, be them scabs who want me gone, or owners and managers who think bringing up my age will make me feel sad. I've definitely age shamed homely old scab ladies on this blog too-- people like Melanie Christiance, Seraphina Richman, and Diamond of Teazers. I should've clarified that their weird fake orange tans, old lady fried hair, and overall grossness is what is specifically troublesome and ugly. Stumpy Dumpy Taylor's age shaming toward me was a completely different situation. After Taylor began mentoring Trinity, Trinity started to interrupt my hustling from time to time, in attempts to steal customers from me. Her attempts never worked, because her face is so hideous that no man would ever be tempted to prefer her.
As noted in a previous entry, Taylor operated under the delusion that I was “scared to death” of her. At some point, she came up with a theory that if she stayed by Trinity's side at all times, I'd have a difficult time selling dances to customers in their vicinity. Taylor confidently vocalized this theory.
While at Mouse's Ear, I never had any qualms about speaking with customers who were sitting at my stage when I was the one dancing on stage. That is the norm at almost every strip club across America. Trinity always creeped me out when she sat up there with the customers while I was on stage. I tried to block it out as much as possible, but I had to make money, and sometimes she was sitting at the stage with a customer whose money I wanted. One time, Taylor Miller sat next to Trinity while she was with a customer at my stage. Taylor said to her,
“I'll stay with you here, because she won't come back over here if I'm here.”
Taylor acted like she was being a guardian angel for Trinity, sitting with her at my stage while I was dancing. So, I made an extra effort to stay right there, and talk to the customer who these two bitches were trying to guard. I made very intense eye contact with him, in a way that caused him to dismiss both Trinity and Taylor. I liked going in for the kill. He enthusiastically said,
“Your eyes are HYPNOTIZING.”
I asked him if he wanted a couch dance after my stage set was over. He agreed, and I got off stage for a sale. I continued to talk to him during the dance and convinced him to get five more songs, which was hilarious and lucrative. Male approval shouldn't matter, but I just liked the sport of it, and making sure that Ugly Trinity and Dumpy Taylor knew their place after trying to fuck with my money. Trinity and Taylor were sitting there staring at us, expecting him to return to them after the first song he bought from me ended. He emptied his entire wallet for me after the sixth song, then left. Taylor and Trinity were still sitting at the empty stage as they watched him exit the building. He didn't even say goodbye to them. Later on in the dressing room when Trinity didn't think I could hear her, she was ranting to the other hags about me. She stated that I “would not let” the customer get up from the couch during those six songs. She stated that he got up and left because of me. All of those statements were shockingly untrue and absurd. That customer liked talking to me the entire time he was there. He was a professional bug exterminator who has been on the second floor of Elvis's house in Graceland, to deal with an insect infestation. Infiltrating the second floor of Graceland is an interest of mine, so I was fascinated to hear about it. He enjoyed giving me all of the money in his wallet, even though I made no physical contact with his disgusting body, all because I have beautiful eyes, I am fun to talk to, and I am not a dumpy tattooed chain smoking single mom, nor am I a Loser Flag waving homely hick from Maynardville. He left the building because he completely ran out of money, not because he was bothered by me or forced to do anything.
In subsequent shifts, after the incident with the bug exterminator, Trinity began ranting about “karma” within earshot of me. She has an inaccurate, hodge-podge understanding of Eastern philosophy and the concept of karma. Taylor never educated her on Respecting The Hustle. Trinity was sick of being poor. Her home's air conditioner was broken for part of the Summer in 2019, and she was working many days per week to support her family. I'm not sure what was going on with Brandon Eldridge that caused his homely wife to need to spend all of those nights in the strip club like that. Trinity began posting memes about karma on her facebook during this time frame. I guess when you're a pathetic loser with nothing going for you, waving the Stars and Bars, the only light in the darkness is the hope that your enemies will suffer some time in the distant future because of things they did that you didn't like.
One day, Ashley was swearing profusely about a customer who she had spent significant time with, who gave her no money. She screeched near my ear,
“I'll make 'im pay for SIX couches next time!”
Trinity's leech-like behavior with her dancer friends was interesting to watch. Taylor and the others encouraged Trinity to harvest a tough outer shell, in order to get by socially. By the time Beautiful Bunny started working at Mouse's Ear, Trinity had already developed her workplace bitch behavior at Taylor's instructions. Multiple times, I sat back and watched random customers turn down Trinity after she sat with them for long stretches of time. These same customers would take one look at Bunny and purchase couch dances from her right away, because Bunny is so striking to look at. It gave me great joy to watch all of that. Trinity always looked so confused and betrayed by it, as though she had no idea how unsightly she is or how beautiful Bunny is. One time, Trinity sat with a guy at the stage for over an hour. He gave her no money during that entire time, I later learned. When Bunny got on stage, he tipped her a twenty dollar bill right away. Trinity went upstairs to rant about it in the dressing room with her hag homies. She began bullying Bunny, just like other dancers who bullied high earning newer dancers. It blew my mind to watch the evolution of Trinity from Ugly Demure Scruncie Newcomer, to Ugly Jaded Dressing Room Hag, in only a few short months.
One tactic of psychological warfare that enemies use on me is imitation. Many of my readers are well aware of this tactic. People will copy or imitate me in an attempt to drive me crazy. There came a point late into my employment at Mouse's Ear that Ashley began styling her hair in ways that my hair was styled. She'd apply a bunch of mousse to make it look wavy like mine, then sit next to me when she normally wouldn't, to ensure that I saw her hair. If my hair was up, she would put it up right away. If I took mine down, she would take hers down right away. However, Ugly Ashley's imitation never worked for her financially.
One time I was feeling generous and tried to get in Ashley's good graces. I did this by encouraging my customer to tip her on stage while I was with him. Instead of thanking me for my extended olive branch, Ashley decided to be a cunt about that, by snobbishly walking up to my customer, saying “THAAAANK YOU,” and sneering at me as though she thought she had one over me, when in fact I was the one who instructed my customer to give her that money.
After the temporary time that LaNae quit, a new dancer started working there. Trinity was feeling sassy in terms of longevity. She began speaking like a jaded stripper who has stacked decades of work, and stated,
“I'm gone for a day, LaNae quits, and a new girl starts!”
Trinity is a bisexual. She used to brag about her sexual orientation in the workplace all the time, as though she thought it made her unique or special in some way. She'd sit blankly with customers, staring at other dancers give table dances, and then break into monologues about how she enjoyed looking at female genitalia. She acted as though it was a selling point that would encourage customers to want her. Brandon Eldridge allows her to court lesbians and have extramarital sexual relations with them while he watches. I'm not sure if he engages in three-ways with them. Ashley's extramarital affairs with other ugly hillbilly females was always a bragging point for her. A morbidly obese swinger couple used to come into Mouse's Ear and not spend money. They'd just sit there and talk about being swingers for several hours, once or twice per month for date night. Ashley befriended them, and they were her go-to table whenever she was feeling down about having a particularly shitty night. I'm not sure what this couple did for money during the work week, but they were offended that I spent my work time hustling, rather than sitting with them for free like Ashley did. They were oblivious to the economic and political dynamics of Mouse's Ear. It seemed as though all they understood was Trinity No Make Money, Wendy Bad, Wendy Make Money.
One time I had a conversation with Lilith and Trinity about my Tennessee heritage. Despite Lilith and Trinity's fixation with being Vikings and an overreaching pride in being Southern, they told me that I was not Southern, firmly expressed that I am an outsider, and do not recognize me as one of their own. Southerners like Ashley and Lilith are very insecure and snobby like that, while also being poor and disgusting. Lilith, Trinity and I discussed the use of the term “yunz” and “yunzinz” versus “y'all” in their geographic area, and other such cultural particulars. That was an interesting conversation.
The most intriguing thing about Trinity is that she was still working at Mouse's Ear the last time I checked a few months ago. Her longevity is impressive, and another shining example of how a dancer usually survives in a workplace by being submissive, letting the staff extort her, and gathering with other dumb ugly bitches of similar low-calibur. It's why a lot of more attractive dancers frequently travel to work, even if they aren't litigious like me-- because the townie pleb locals will eventually try to destroy the gems for standing out, succeeding, or being different in an interesting way. Only the demure and ugly ones survive long term in any one place, generally speaking.
Anyway, that's just a bit about Trinity. She and Brandon are separated now, according to their facebook statuses. I was sad to see that, even as it's fun to make fun of them on here. Hopefully they work things out and remain a relic of old world rural Tennessee, square and stubborn and ridiculous and precious. I long for a permanent home, roots, Southern social acceptance, and job security. Ashley is rich in ways I am not.
TL;DR: Loser Flag waving ugly scab hillbilly bitch who can't hustle and doesn't care about labor rights maintains her job for years by coasting by on peer sympathy and the likes of Taylor Renae Miller, tips Stupid Bitch Alex Cave in complicit acts of her own exploitation, shames me for standing up for my labor rights and hustling in a businesslike manner, considers me a total yankee despite our shared ancient history spanning from Dixieland to the Viking age.
