Before we begin, I'd like to say that I will not be doxxing Daisy Mae, even though I totally intended to up until around last Autumn, when she emailed me asking for help on how to sue Teazers, as well as offering me her help with my claims she thought I still had. I emailed her back and told her what had happened to me when I attempted to hold Teazers accountable-- that I collected plenty of evidence of Teazers misclassifying dancers, Diamond's abuse, my illegal termination-- but that a club with such a low yearly gross income is not in the NLRB's jurisdiction, that most lawyers aren't going to invest in suing this place, and that Teazers is just too poor to file claims against. Sometimes small businesses can get away with horrible things like Teazers does. While some clubs commit tax evasion by lying about how much they make per year, I do believe Teazers is legitimately destitute enough to not matter.

Over the six or so years that I've been suing clubs, I've occasionally received communications from people who I least expected to contact me-- managers who have fired me, owner's adult offspring offering me moral support-- or dancers who intended to testify against me but had a change of heart, want my help and offer their help to me.

I met Daisy on the first day of my 2019 return, while I was sitting down in the back office with Diamond, filling out paperwork. Normally strip clubs just have the dancer select her own stage name, but Diamond stated that dancer Daisy was going to “name” me, and proceeded to yell for Daisy to come in. The thought of being “named” disgusted me, especially by another dancer who the manager seemed to be sharing some kind of power alliance with. I was expecting a plastic surgery type of a stripper to come in, but Daisy Mae appeared to be “all natural” in that way, rather pear shaped and country with bleached hair. I quickly said,

“How about Wendy!” I pretended like I had just thought of the name, when in fact I've used it off and on for years. I'm pretty sure it's what I used in 2012 at Teazers. Daisy seemed apathetic to what name I should have, thankfully, and aside from running into the office, she did not appease Diamond's attempts to triangulate or establish a controlling power dynamic by “naming” me. Daisy agreed that I could be Wendy, so Diamond did as well.

Daisy was about as tall as me, if not taller. Her voice is raspy from prolonged smoke inhalation and hard living, with an almost Mississippi cadence to her drawl. The town she is from is about an hour south of Camden, closer to the Mississippi border. She speaks with confidence, projecting from deep within her bowels. We're about the same age. Whatever happened in Daisy's life that culminated to the way she was in late 2019, made her a true Alpha.

Daisy took a liking to me almost immediately, expressed that she respected me and my confidence, and attempted to befriend me. Sometimes confident alphas react that way toward me. However, I witnessed the ways in which Daisy bullied other dancers, behaving like a volatile control freak who instilled fear into them. I feared that with time, she would grow irritated with my reserved nature and superior hustling skills, then turn on me. That is, in fact, exactly what happened in the few short weeks that I was at Teazers in late 2019. During my last night at Teazers, she messed up my money significantly by harassing me with customers, and repeatedly threatened to beat me up. I'll try to describe her behaviors as best as I can emotionally handle, how she triangulated much of the other dancer interactions, and the centralized power that she and Diamond harvested within the petty walls of this workplace.

Often times at strip clubs, length of time one has worked at one place is a good indicator of social power. Daisy stated that she started working at Teazers in the Summer of 2012, shortly after my first time there. A dancer named Blue, who I met in 2012, was also working there in 2019, and confirmed Daisy's longevity.

In addition to Blue dancing there, the other dancers included Phoenix, Ebony, Red, Ginger, Molly, Black Cherry, and Kelania. Most of these dancers were named by Diamond and Daisy.

With the exception of my friend Phoenix, none of these Teazers dancers were kind or welcoming to me, and most of them were unattractive on the inside as well as outward appearances.

Phoenix started working at Teazers shortly after I returned in 2019, and stopped working there around the time that I was fired. She hadn't danced before. Her previous job was a union painter, and together we discussed all of the disgusting, sexually harassing, disrespectful, horrible males who work in the trades, both union and non-union.

Beastly Daisy recognized that Phoenix wasn't as troubled as everyone else who worked there, so she regularly harassed and bullied her. Daisy noticed that I raised in the social ranks quickly at Teazers, so while at first she referred to me as “Miss Wendy,” eventually she began spreading false rumors that I was engaged in prostitution. Daisy and Diamond also began harassing me about a made up smell they said I had, and badgered me to put on perfume and clean myself more often. I had no offensive smell, but it was just their way of harassing me. Diamond and Daisy would regularly hang out in the bathroom to gossip and talk. While food and edible items weren't generally allowed in the dressing room, and Diamond harassed people who she found out brought food in there, Daisy could do all of those things. She also had a NyQuil addiction, and regularly gulped shots of it from the bottle she kept at her spot by the mirror. She'd joke and state that Diamond was her mother. Generally Daisy and Diamond only kept around dancers who fell in line and did as they told them to, whose appearances did not threaten them, and who were too economically desperate to challenge labor violations and workplace abuse. All of these dancers were unkind to Phoenix and I, but plebs are gonna pleb.

Daisy stated that her child's father tried to murder her, by throwing a plugged in toaster into the bathtub while she was taking a bath. She didn't press charges to put him in prison, she said, because she wanted her son to grow up with a father. Daisy's newest boyfriend at the time was a fellow named Tanner who lived on Birdsong Road in Camden, where some of my ancestors were born, lived, and are buried.

I was happy to receive an email from Daisy stating she wanted to help me after all, and I hope she evolves to recognize her own abusive behaviors.