On the night that I took pictures of Lizzie's hex graffiti, I also took pictures of some of the offensive nazi shit in the dressing room. I wanted to make sure I had evidence of it, in the unlikely event that any of my coworkers who were effected by it wanted to report Mouse's Ear to the EEOC or sue for emotional damages. That's an open offer; I'm still willing to testify for anyone who needs a witness, even if I dislike you.

This graffiti was there before I became a Mouse's Ear employee, and not directed toward me like Lizzie's hexes were. I did not find out who did it until after Lizzie was fired. The Brownings knew it was there, and they knew who put it there. Her name is Leah Ewing. I'm not sure if she's associated with the teachings of Louis Farrakhan at all, but that wouldn't surprise me.

On my first shift at Mouse's Ear, I was very polite to Leah Ewing, as I am to most of my coworkers when I first meet them. She went out of her way to ignore me, and to throw my belongings on the floor when they were sitting in a chair she wanted. She had been working at Mouse's Ear for about five years, and socially speaking, was of a certain dressing room rank due to her longevity and work friends. Her stage name was Selexa.

Leah Ewing had a full time day job and no children, so financially speaking, she didn't desperately need Mouse's Ear. Her desk job was at the Jewelry Television headquarters, or JTV. She often talked about working at JTV and brought in jewelry for her friends. She didn't make a lot of money at Mouse's Ear. Sometimes she talked about wanting to throw Molotov cocktails at customers who rejected her. Sometimes she sadly stated, “nobody wants me,” when she was rejected. One time, she stated that she works at Mouse's Ear as her vacation, that she goes there to look at naked women, because she can't afford to go to the beach. While she was a creepy workplace sexual predator, I do think she was at Mouse's Ear to earn some extra cash, but she was always frustrated because she couldn't easily do that, and as a cope, she just pretended like she was there for fun.

One day, Conner told me it was ok to sit down and talk to a customer who Selexa had been sitting with, but was not currently sitting with. I sat down next to the customer, and within a few minutes, he agreed to get up to buy a dance from me. Selexa returned and was infuriated about it. She had been sitting, drinking with him for a good hour and hadn't been able to close the deal. I was able to close the deal within a few minutes, and unlike most newer dancers who were fearful of Selexa's territorial aggression, I didn't fear the consequences of approaching him. It gave me internal lulz. I also just really needed to make money, because I didn't have a full time JTV job, affordable rent, or a kitchen to cook affordable groceries in. It was just business. Mouse's Ear was Selexa's emotional home and family though, so it wasn't just business to her.

In a subsequent shift, Selexa sneakily took a naked photo of me while I was changing at my locker, without my consent. I pretended not to notice, and I didn't tell the Brownings about it because I know there was only so much they were willing to do for me. Besides, she could've saved it or sent it somewhere by the time they got to it. I also didn't want to give her the satisfaction of emitting an emotional reaction to her bullshit. On another occasion, Selexa was speaking with a dancer in the dressing room, loudly, about her desire to shove me into a locker. On another occasion, she approached a customer I had been sitting with and said,

“Don't get a dance from her, she has herpes!”

I do not have herpes, but even if I did, it's not like I make physical contact during dances in a way that would transfer the virus. About 50% of the population does have herpes, and I don't judge anybody for it. The customer who she said that to made sure to buy a bunch of dances from me and tip me on stage, in front of Selexa, to make sure she could see that I was unaffected. Another dancer named Aspen informed me that Selexa said the herpes thing to customers about her before, and it was just something Selexa does to newer dancers who she is jealous of. Aspen had been working at Mouse's Ear for over a year at that point, and had befriended Selexa so she'd stop bothering her. I went and told the Brownings about Selexa's herpes trolling, but unfortunately Ralph just laughed about that one and said he'd talk to her.

Selexa turned her harassment of me up a notch, by following me around when I spoke to various customers, sitting down while I was with them, and attempting to interrupt our conversations. That particular strip club behavior is an abnormal, uncommon, but sometimes a thing that dancers do to each other in order to harass one another during times of extreme tension. Some of the dancers at Mouse's Ear thought that because I sat with customers who they had previously sat with, but who they were no longer sitting with, it was the same thing as approaching my customers while I was still talking to them to interrupt our conversations. It's two different things, but many Appalachians are dumb and territorial, so to them it was hard to tell the difference. Selexa was never able to succeed in convincing a customer to spend money on her instead of me when she did this, so she eventually stopped doing it. She couldn't compete. Sometimes at the beginning of shifts, if just Selexa and I were downstairs, I'd get called to stage and she'd creepily stare at me from across the room. The bratty DJs would play “Jolene” by Dolly Parton, as a little Song War to taunt her while she watched me dancing.

Sometimes Selexa tried to promote untrue notions about my sales, not speaking directly to me, but loudly verbalizing to her friends. She'd say things like, “All her money goes to the bar, but I get to keep all my money!” in reference to how the club took $10 per song of my dances, while she was claiming to make more money from just hanging out drinking with customers and not giving them dances. She drank heavily at work and then drove home most nights she was working. I never once taunted, bragged, or discussed my income with her or her friends, or tried to provoke her reactions. This was all just stuff she was irritated about in her own head and then loudly expressed without my input. Of course, I was thinking that although some of my money went to the club in the form of illegal fees, I'd eventually get that back with a lawsuit, which I did. I am very quiet and shy, so I usually kept my head down when not hustling. Bullies like Selexa are deeply insecure, so sometimes it is better to befriend them as a survival tactic, as Aspen did with Selexa. Selexa is pushing thirty, so it's pretty gross that she behaves like this at all and people have to navigate around it.

Selexa thought she was a witch with magickal powers, like Lizzie. One time she said she did a flat tire spell on me that didn't work. She was surprised it didn't work. Selexa used to tell people a simplified version of what she thought my hustle was, by mockingly saying, “Do you want to see my vagina?!” My hustle is a fine distillation of over a decade's worth of experience, simplified into a few sentences and facial expressions, so Selexa was wrong in that regard as well. Sometimes if I entered the dressing room, she would start talking about her MMA training and ability to beat people up. She never actually laid a hand on me though. She could've easily overpowered me regardless of MMA training, because she was about as tall as me, but with well defined muscles, and likely a much higher level of testosterone. She's very physically masculine compared to most other women.

One time after a customer sexually assaulted me, Selexa and her friend Michelle started laughing loudly, to make sure I heard them. I threw that customer out, which the Brownings were fine with. That happened my first week there, and although there is no reason to laugh at sexual assault, Selexa and Michelle had no reason to dislike me other then their own deep insecurities. At certain times, I overheard Selexa talk like an SJW feminist regarding rape culture and sexual assault, all the while I remembered her laughter when I was grabbed by a customer, and I thought about what a pathetic hypocrite she is.

Selexa didn't necessarily care about Alex Cave, the Brownings, or the DJs, so she wasn't a part of their efforts against me near the end. Near the end of Selexa's employment at Mouse's Ear, she eventually expressed her desires to befriend me in some way, or attempt to speak with me normally. I think she found me sexually attractive, which really grossed me out. I hold grudges, so unlike forgiving Aspen, I was not interested in making friends with Selexa. I guess I could've forgiven her and forged some kind of alliance, but my hatred for Selexa is so strong that I have no desire to ever do that. I didn't want that bridge, even as it could have helped me. I was glad whenever she told dancers not to tip the DJs, but I'd still never want to be comrades with someone so horrible. In fact, since I started this series, I've been thinking about how much I hate DJ Rob and regret giving him that $5 during my last shift. I should've burned that bridge too.

Selexa moved on from harassing me, to harassing other newer dancers, or ones who had previously worked there and returned after a long absence. Dancers such as Brandy, Natalie, and Roxy were all harassed by Selexa after me. One time I quietly pointed out to Brandy the obvious fact that Selexa only harassed white women, and when that got back to Selexa through the grapevine, it sent her into a fiery rage. Brandy was a beautiful, petite and demure blonde lady who Selexa became obsessed with bothering, to the point she attempted to physically assault her. Brandy told Ralph about it. Ralph subsequently fired Selexa, after five years of Selexa's misclassified employment. I guess the dressing room nazi graffiti, herpes slander, unconsensual nude photos, and god knows how many victims before Brandy wasn't enough, but little Brandy was the straw that broke the camel's back. Ralph told Brandy that they had problems with Selexa harassing her coworkers before, and he finally had enough of it. I don't know why it took five years. Her only redeeming quality was breakdancing.