Mouse's Ear Memoirs: Elyssa Cabral

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial, everybody!

This post will be the last dancer doxx on Mouse's Ear Memoirs. At the beginning of this series, I thought about dedicating the whole of Mouse's Ear Memoirs to Elyssa Cabral, in all of it's glory, hilarity, vulgarity and disgustingness. But, I also thought it would be fun to leave her hanging until the very end. Now we have reached the end of the dancer posts, fans. Elyssa Cabral was one of my least favorite coworkers, and simultaneously a pivotal person in making my NLRB claim meritorious. She might be surprised about getting doxxed. I told her that I wouldn't doxx her. Maybe since I am keeping my word about not doxxing Brandy, Elyssa thought she would have the same treatment. Elyssa is a special kind of vile, though, and this is a special post. The NLRB strongly advised me not to berate or bitch out Elyssa during the process, so I was mum. The NLRB knew about my secret, seething hatred for Elyssa Cabral. Loathsome though she is, Elyssa is not without admirable qualities. Elyssa's description will come in two posts-- this bio, followed by a second post detailing my last night at Mouse's Ear. With no further adieu, I bring you Elyssa Cabral, stage name Roxy. Roxy has been mentioned in a number of posts already. On facebook, she has gone by Elyss St. Morior, Asmo St. Morior, and Jack St. Morior. Her DJ name is BeeblebroxBaby. Her pronouns are They/Them, ladies and gents.

As a Midwesterner, I've too often made judgment errors by positively admiring West Coast people. This was especially true when I was an adolescent and obsessively romanticized the state of California. Sometimes, I just can't shake away those default sentiments. False assumptions about the goodness of Californians are a toxic trait of mine.

I think Elyssa started working at Mouse's Ear some time around mid-August of 2019. She stated it was her first strip club to work in. I had already been stressed out and extensively shunned at work by that point. Most of the weird false rumors about me were rampant, the workplace satanic panic was in full swing, and I was depressed. When Elyssa arrived, I was relieved. I automatically assumed we could be friends because she came from San Francisco. She was sitting by herself on the show floor when I first met her, swaying to the music. I instantly thought she looked like a giant gothic penguin, but looks don't matter in true friendships. She seemed smart, sensible, like someone who I could talk to about my workplace issues. I described some of my workplace issues to her during one of our first conversations, and she described herself as “a total SJW” who can relate to my workplace struggles. She stated that she was a survivor of trafficking. She met her partner Michael and they moved to Tennessee. They planned on getting married. Roxy gives off a very Libs of TikTok, McCarthyist Leftist vibe. She is very obviously mentally ill. We didn't stay on friendly terms for very long at all.

Before discussing Roxy's issues with me, I will describe Roxy's work ethic, time management, attitude, and hustling at Mouse's Ear. It directly relates to her extremely low stripper income. This description will be broken up into several paragraphs. There is a lot to cover.

One of Roxy's favorite songs to dance to was called “Zydrate Anatomy” from Repo! The Genetic Opera. It is not an attractive or sexy song. It freaked out most people whenever it came on, because of it's panicked and nervous chorus with disturbing lyrics. Most customers did not want to see a giant gothic penguin dance to a weird song about grave robbing. Roxy didn't consider her audience, so she shouldn't have expected to get paid by them. Roxy preferred to spend the majority of her working hours upstairs in the dressing room, intensely socializing with the other dancers. While upstairs, she frequently and obsessively changed her outfits. She expected her outfit changes to improve her lowly downstairs income. Some nights, she had a difficult time making her stage fee. Despite her low Mouse's Ear income, she was in constant supply of expensive makeup and outfits that she ordered from the internet. She treated the locker room as a place to waste time and play dress up, rather than a space to prep for work downstairs. I often wondered how she was able to afford all of those items with her below-poverty earnings. During this time frame, she used to post things on her Facebook, begging for food. She offered nude photos of herself to whoever would buy her food. At Mouse's Ear, she stated that some of her internet friends tried to persuade her to try another club, because she could not survive at our location. One of her facebook stripper friends suggested that she try working in Chicago, and suggested that her “type” of customer just wasn't in Knoxville. As someone who has danced in Chicago, I always thought that if she couldn't make money in Knoxville, then she was unlikely to find any success in Chicago, but I kept that to myself. While at Mouse's Ear, Roxy stated that “they hate me here,” in reference to the customers. I considered her as more of a strip club tourist and a dressing room pervert than a coworker. While in the dressing room, she often vocalized a desire to kill herself, and told everybody that she tried to kill herself three different times. When Isabella ranted about her suicidal desires, Roxy chimed in to relish in suicidal thoughts, as well as to discourage Isabella from killing herself.

After Roxy had been working at Mouse's Ear for a couple of weeks, initially assuming that she'd coast by making lots of money, only to discover that she sucks at hustling, she started telling dancers in the dressing room that she was the valedictorian of her high school's graduating class. In the dressing room, she proclaimed that the customers just didn't like her because she is smart-- valedictorian-level smart. She bragged about finishing a semester of college in high school, and stated that her advanced intellect must be the source of her low Mouse's Ear income. I was both entertained and insulted to hear that kind of classist garbage being spewed from a fart-sniffing California ShitLib who was salty about customers not wanting her. I never replied to her stupid bitch statements though. My way of coping with Roxy was to ignore her most of the time. Being intelligent has usually worked in my favor for making money. Hustling is an art and skill which requires intelligence to be executed successfully and repeatedly within a closed time frame. By Elyssa Cabral making those salty cope statements, she was implying that she was more intelligent than the top earners at Mouse's Ear, which she isn't. Like I said, she is just a fart sniffing California shitlib who couldn't figure out how to hustle. While playing dress up, Roxy was upset that she put on elaborate costumes and makeup, but didn't make more money because of it. Heterosexual Tennessee men do not care about pansy makeup tutorials or flamboyant costumes though, and they have a right to their preferences. They should not be shamed for their masculinity, nor should adult human females be shamed for pubic hair. But, shaming the Mouse's Ear customers for their masculinity and shaming me for my pubic hair was Roxy's cope. She also described me as “not having a body” when she didn't think I was around to hear her, and expressed confusion about my sales numbers because of it. Big Fat Fart Sniffing San Francisco Narcissists are like that. It also was around this time that Roxy made a facebook post that I saved. It said:

“I'm ready for the fall of society I'm ready to desperately forage for food and break into an abandoned home to eat spaghettios with my hands A bitch is ready to go F E R A L I'm sick of caring about gas prices and fucking taxes I want to maybe die every day and live in a tree.”

The post seemed like a reaction to her Mouse's Ear income disappointment. I also highly doubt Elyssa Cabral would survive living as a feral person. She is a fat video gamer with indoor cats, a husband, a cozy apartment, and a deeply rooted social media addiction. She regularly cries about banal things in daily life, and I'm not sure she has much will power to teach herself any real survival skills. She used to call herself a vegetarian at work, but regularly ate chicken wings and cheese pizza with meaty toppings. She also posted facebook pictures of meaty meals that her husband cooked her after work. While I am forgiving to the vegan or vegetarian who has an occasional indiscretion-- I am not perfect myself-- Roxy posting photos of it on social media and publicly chowing down on chicken wings is just disgusting.

One of my favorite Mouse's Ear nights were Wednesdays, because they were a themed night called “Wayback Wednesdays.” Old music was played from the 90s and back. It pulled in a lot of higher-spending gen-x people, and many Wednesday nights were financially better for me than the weekends. Roxy, who struggled every night of the week, frequently stated that she hated Wayback Wednesdays and wanted to abolish them. She didn't like that they pulled in “old people.” I thought it odd that she continued to work most Wednesdays when she didn't like them. If I don't make much money at a strip club, I simply stop working there and go some place else. But, with Roxy living off of her fiance/husband and her social media fans sending her money, I can only circle back to the reality that Mouse's Ear was more of a hobby for her. It was a place for her to be a creepy pervert in the locker room, playing dress up, wallowing in suicidal thoughts, and examine naked women in our private changing spaces.

Roxy creeping around the dressing room always made me think of her as a young female Harvey Weinstein, because she is big and clunky like Weinstein, and kind of looks like him in the face. Like Harvey Weinstein, she is liberal, entitled, rude as fuck, and lived in California. In the dressing room, Roxy frequently brought up her sex life, or lack thereof, by telling everybody that she and her fiance/husband, Michael St. Morior, are Asexuals. Like a Libs of TikTok “queer,” she obsessively ranted and rambled about her orientation and gender by using made up words.

Roxy was very interested in Creepy Fur Hag Ivywood, and made a facebook post about her during this time frame. I always thought it was interesting that Ivywood didn't shave off her body hair like me, but Roxy specifically seemed to hate my body hair. Below is her Ivywood post:

“There's a girl I work with, and she is undoubtedly some sort of ethereal fae creature taken flesh. She flits softly from place to place, sits on furs, and is so graceful I swear she floats Not to mention an intense sensual aura that just thickens the air around her like a cloud of honey For those of you that claim my work is some kind of portal to the other, I'm starting to believe you.”

Roxy managed to make some besties in the dressing room. Sunshine was one of them. They socialized outside of work. Roxy was frequently a listening ear for Sunshine's CPS and relationship problems. One time, Roxy suggested that Sunshine murder her mother for calling CPS on her. Roxy became great friends with Madison Rae Gladstone, who she expressed a kind of infatuation with. She was also besties with a dancer who went by Gwen, real name Allyssa Vance. Roxy repeatedly tried to befriend Brazil. Roxy stated that she is predominantly of Portuguese descent, and I believe she was interested in friendship with Brazil due to their shared Portuguese heritage. Brazil wasn't always so receptive to Roxy, because Brazil didn't like dealing with Roxy's creepy crying weirdness. Roxy was dismayed by this, and occasionally became angry with Brazil for doing simple things like sitting down in a chair that Roxy had previously sat in before getting up. Roxy strongly disliked DJ Robbie, for suggesting to her that her income would improve if she grew out her shaved butch haircut. DJ Robbie suggested to Roxy that she stop following Gwen around on the show floor and instead attempt to hustle independently, and Roxy didn't like that as well.

Roxy jumped on the Bunny-hating bandwagon like all of her ugly/addict hag friends. Roxy stated that Bunny “walks all over” her, because Bunny borrowed articles of clothing from Roxy and did not return them in a timely manner. One weird and creepy thing Roxy did all the time was hang out in the dressing room staring at dancers prepare for work. Roxy would have all of her different articles of clothing out, and offer to loan them to people. So, Bunny borrowed from her occasionally. I don't think Bunny is the type to “walk all over” anybody. I believe Bunny borrowed what was offered to her by a lunatic, then that lunatic wanted to both assert dominance and join in a pile-on against an easy target, and that is why she made slanderous statements about Bunny.

Now that I have described Roxy's workplace behavior related to her income, I will describe more of Roxy's reaction to me after our first few conversations.

Roxy's weird obsessive remarks about me harmed my overall working experience and longevity. One time, I was walking one of my customers from the back of the room to the couch area to do a dance. Narcissistic Roxy was on stage and became excited as she saw us walking her way, because she assumed I was bringing a customer to the stage to tip her. When she saw us turn to go do a dance, she became pissed off and ranted about it later in the dressing room when she didn't think I could hear her. I'm not sure why she would think I'd rather sit at a stage tipping her than make a bunch of money for myself selling dances. When Roxy had only worked at Mouse's Ear for a month or so, she expressed a belief that a customer who had been coming to the club for many years was her personal regular. She expressed anger that I spoke with him and sold him songs from time to time. She told everybody that I was “stealing” her customer. Roxy occasionally consulted with Aspen about why I don't socialize with her more. Roxy had many discussions with Taylor Miller regarding my avoidance. She stated that she was “the nicest person in the world!” and that she didn't know why I disliked her. I never told Roxy that I dislike her, but I did avoid her, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Miller was advising Roxy to make her fear me, and Roxy stated that she was going to try to make me “feel afraid!” of her. Roxy was always very angry that I went about my work shift not talking to her and steadily hustling, and repeatedly described me as “mean” for doing so. One time, she overheard me telling a customer to look me in the eyes when speaking with me, so she went upstairs to talk shit about me for saying that to a customer. Roxy spread many false rumors that I was telling customers not to tip her. I never once did that. It was just her own paranoia and lack of stage attractiveness that prevented customers from tipping her. Fart-sniffing Roxy identifies as a “guy” sometimes online. I always thought it was interesting that her online presence is a “queer” Tumblr type of a gender-informed SJW, but in the workplace, she often made fun of my svelte body when she didn't think I could hear her. Roxy has freakishly enormous tits, so she assumed she would automatically be a high earner as a stripper. When she didn't think I could hear her, she sometimes expressed confusion regarding my body type and high income. I am much more feminine and attractive than Roxy, but she couldn't wrap her mind around the discrepancies of our income in relative the discrepancies of our chest sizes and body hair. It's always interesting to me when California SJW Tumblr ShitLibs are such hate filled bigots in real life, and Roxy was a great reminder of that reality. When she didn't think I was around to hear her, she'd discuss my age in a disparaging manner, along with Taylor Miller and other low-income dressing room hags. I am more forgiving to Taylor Miller about the age comments, because Taylor doesn't present herself as some kind of morally sound SJW. I hate Roxy all the more because of it. She regularly posts “body positive” stuff on social media, but most of that is specifically for fat bitches like Lizzo who look like they have diabetes.

Imagine you're me in that situation for a moment with all of this, but in any profession. Imagine you've been in your profession for over a decade, and you're great at it. Imagine your workplace in being flooded by batshit insane bitches all the time who feel totally entitled to your work space, and who are angry at you for making way more money than them, so they slander you on a constant basis while you continue to try to perform your job.

When Roxy didn't think I was around to hear her, she discussed a desire to put the soundtrack from the movie Chicago on her playlist, because she believed it would bother me to hear it since she thought I am from Chicago. When Taylor Miller brought up her desire for me to “go back to Chicago,” Roxy also joined in on those conversations when she didn't think I could hear her. Roxy thought I should leave Tennessee and “go back to Chicago,” where I came from. Roxy, an obese Californian of Portuguese descent, making those statements about me, a blood child of Tennessee Pioneers deeply in my DNA and soul, was fucking absurd. When one encounters a fart-sniffing ShitLib like Cabral, one must make a comedy out of it, exhale, and move on to sell some more dances.

Roxy got drunk at Mouse's Ear from time to time. One time, she was aggressively drunk and went up to my stage to remove some “Asian” customers who she thought belonged to her. She and LaNae often expressed a sentiment that “Asian” customers belonged to them, and attempted to corral them in a miserly fashion. I think it had something to do with their interest in anime, and not any of the customer's expressed preferences. After Roxy removed that customer from my stage, I approached her stage to ask a customer if he wanted to get up and buy a dance from me. It's not something I would normally do to her, and I exclusively did it for vengeance. She became angry and confused when it happened. Roxy was usually too cowardly to ever confront me about most issues though. I only listened to them later.

On a random shift in mid-September 2019, Roxy came up to me and stated that she really admired my techniques. She stated that I am the best worker at Mouse's Ear. I was stunned, considering all of the clandestine conversations she was having about me, and the fact that she and I hadn't talked for several weeks. I thought she might have been baiting me, prompted by her new friend, DJ Chris Conner. I casually replied that I had been working in strip clubs for a long time, and that she could acquire skills with experience. She became upset by my reply, got up and walked away without speaking to me again for some time.

Roxy almost always discussed and slandered me when she didn't think I could hear her. There were a few exceptions where she was directly confrontational with me. Her birthday is in mid-October. She came to work on her birthday. That evening, I asked a random customer who was sitting by himself to get a dance. Roxy ran up to the table and said she would “beat his fuckin ass” if he got a dance from me, because it was her birthday and he was only allowed to get dances from her. She stated that it was also her dancer friend Gwen's birthday. That customer left without getting any dances from anybody. Most customers don't respond well to having some big fat bitch scream at them that they're going to get their fucking asses beat if they don't do what the big fat bitch says. Later on in her birthday evening, some customers were laughing at her while she was on stage, because she looks ridiculous aesthetically, she cannot dance well, and also because of her crappy music. She ran off the stage crying, ran upstairs and cried in the dressing room that she was being “LAUGHED OFF STAGE!” She left work early that shift and made a facebook post asking that her internet friends “validate” her in the comments section. One day in mid-October 2019, I came into the dressing room to hear a conversation between Brazil, Trinity, and LaNae. They were discussing how often Roxy harassed their customers to tip her when they didn't want to. Brazil stated that Roxy was mad about not making any money, so she was attempting to make everyone else mad too.

Some time after her birthday, Roxy approached me in the dressing room to inform me that I “look like a 1950's pinup.” It's always a red flag when someone says that to me. I don't know why, but the people who tell me I look like a 1950's pinup are always vile, with an underlying hatred for me and my classical Northwestern European bone structure and features. Their compliments are just the packaging that conceal a seething hatred for classically beautiful CisHetWhites. They are othering me in a backhanded way pretending to be a compliment. Considering the fact that I knew many of the things she was saying about me to other people regarding my body hair, chest size, age, and introvertedness, and the fact that we had not resolved any of our previous issues, it was just creepy as fuck to receive that random compliment from her. I didn't address that though, because I didn't need the argument. I was protecting my peace. I replied to her that I get told I look like a 1950's pinup a lot. She asked me if that was the look I was going for. I replied that it is not, and it is just something that just happens naturally. She was offended by my reply. We got on the topic of head hair length. I informed her that I had most of my head hair shaved off in 2013 and had to wear wigs at work in order to make money, because customers prefer long hair. I suggested that she wear wigs until her hair grows out. She replied that she was planning to move to a town called Portland, Oregon, where she would be more accepted and able to make money as she is. I replied that I had danced in Portland for many years, and long head hair is the desired trait there also. She was surprised and offended by this as well, and stated that she was thinking about working at a club called Dusk Till Dawn in Portland. That is one of the vegan strip clubs owned by predatory abuser John Zukle, who Matilda Bickers sued. I described John Zukle to her. Our conversation ended.

Roxy didn't like it when I fraternized with dancers who she was friendly with, because she is a territorial triangulating narcissist. I was friendly with dancer Brandy around this time, and sometimes Roxy would approach us conversing, interrupt us, and pull Brandy away from speaking with me.

Roxy's closest workplace friend was Allyssa Vance, stage name Gwen. I mentioned her earlier in this post. Gwen and I were workplace friends prior to Roxy being hired. After Roxy was hired and befriended Gwen, she didn't want Gwen to socialize me, so Gwen began to ignore me if Roxy was working. Gwen is a relatively demure, chinless, low-income dancer herself. She made a great beta side-kick with her workplace besties. Below is her photo.

In the next post, I will describe the circumstances before, during, and after my illegal termination at Mouse's Ear. Roxy was someone I associated with during this time. As mentioned, she will be featured in the next post.