Mouse's Ear Memoirs: Taylor Renae Miller

Taylor Renae Miller is a dancer who I empathize with in certain ways. However, I must still must doxx her. She spread a bunch of fucked up rumors about me that weren't true. She is Alex Cave's friend who was opposed to my resistance. She is much too scabby and destructive to remain anonymous.

Taylor Renae Miller was off my radar for the longest time. Normally when I see short, dumpy, heavily tattooed strippers smoking heavily, spending significant time socializing in the dressing room, always hustling in groups, I dismiss those individuals without thinking twice about them. I didn't think one way or another about Taylor for the longest time. Taylor and I never had a single conversation that I can recall. I avoided her because of her garden variety appearance, garden variety behavior, and because she associated with all of the worst people who I've already posted about on here. I'm not going to share Taylor's stage name on this website. It's a famous band that is close to my history and heart. I don't want to associate such a beautiful entity with a dumpy turd like Taylor.

After Lizzie was fired for putting a hex on me, after I got accused of bugging my locker when I didn't, and after Brandy informed me that Taylor was covertly spreading rumors that I am a witch, I got to thinking. I'd never willingly admit to felonious activities, as mentioned in previous posts. I am just saying-- I got to thinking about what would happen if I actually did bug my locker like I was falsely accused of doing. Taylor's favorite sitting area was right by my locker. She was up there more often than she was hustling on the show floor.

As a bit of background about Taylor, she has a Model Mayhem profile with many typos. She thinks of herself as a successful model, because a few no-name photographers have taken her picture and posted them on the internet. None of her modeling photos resemble how dumpy and nicotine-covered she looks in person. Her face is so-so. Her best strip club sales asset is her round juicy ass, which she is able to move in wonderful artistic ways on stage. Asset aside, her overall look is unimpressive in an emo, chain smoker, tattoo-addict way. Taylor became a mom when she was a teenager. She had two kids early on in life with an abusive narcissistic male who she got stuck with. She has a lot of stretch marks. She was still platonically co-habitating and co-parenting with her inseminator in 2019. When they were still together romantically, he lied to and cheated on her multiple times. One time, she had her friend flirtatiously text him in a set-up while he was using the shitter. He took the bait while on the shitter, texted back flirtatiously, and Taylor caught him. One must ask though-- why did Taylor even need to go through all of that with the set-up to begin with? It's unfortunate that Taylor wasted her precious time on such a disgusting piece of shit. I hate her ex. Taylor's voice was so congested from smoking that she was unable to pronounce N noises in certain words. For example, when discussing hair toner that she applied to herself, she pronounced it “toader,” because of all the mucus. I am very curious to see a picture of her lungs. Taylor worked at Mouse's Ear for about eight years prior to my arrival. On slow nights, she barely had enough gas money for getting home. She was considering switching to a career in daycare. She once stated that she wanted a “make it rain” sort of stripper life when she became a dancer, and then glumly stated, “Instead I got this.” She spent her 2019 birthday at work. Early on in life, Taylor experienced trauma from a mentally ill, abusive mother. Taylor once said about herself “I have paranoid schizophrenia,” and stated that she usually thinks everybody is mad at her. I'm not sure if that statement was hyperbole, but Taylor certainly had a lot of fucked up misconceptions about me that were troublesome to have to parse through.

When Taylor didn't think I was around to hear her, she used to tell dancers that I was “scared to death” of her, and that was why she and I didn't talk. She'd mentor the new dancers and tell them to stay away from me and my witchcraft. Every previous entry in which I mention dressing room hags without naming them, Taylor is included, and usually central to the conversations. She just disgusts me so much that I didn't want to name her before in previous entries, because I have been avoiding thinking about her. When she didn't think I could hear her, Taylor stated that she hopes I die in a car wreck. Taylor used to spread false rumors that I was giving customers discounts. Taylor had a strange fixation with the fact that I am originally from the Chicagoland suburbs. However, she never clarified that I am from the suburbs, or that most of my dancer life has been away from Chicago in other states. She'd spread rumors that I am from Chicago proper, that most of my dancer life has been spent in Chicago, and that the reason why I am a good hustler is from working in Chicago. She would make statements about her desire for me to “go back to Chicago!” and say things such as, “She works like she's still in Chicago!” Taylor regularly expressed a desire for me to go work at The Ball, which was a gross ghetto fast-paced strip club across town where I had no desire to ever be. She thought that's where I belonged instead of Mouse's Ear, and that I needed to slow down my sales while at Mouse's Ear. She didn't like it very much that I sold so many dances in short amounts of time, so she tried to come up with reasons why it was not ok that I was successful. She regularly brought up the fact that she had kids to feed and was struggling to do that-- as though it was my fault that customers didn't want her. At some point, Taylor became at least somewhat aware of my litigious past, and she discussed how she thought the club was worth less than $500,000, and how she didn't think I would have success with a lawsuit. She was wrong, of course. Taylor was interested in MMA in 2019, and stated that she wanted her hands “to become lethal weapons.” She once shoved me when she walked past me. People do that to me from time to time. The reason why I don't react to lowly dumpy squatty chain smoking broads shoving me isn't because I am afraid of them. I do not react, because I have the capacity for great violence and don't want to lose my job or get arrested for putting someone in a coma.

Earlier on in the series, I mentioned that I purchased some rose quartz in Maggie Valley. It was a manual massage tool that I used on my neck and shoulders while meditating at the start of my shift in the dressing room. Meditation rituals are very important to me. Meditation does not make someone a witch. Meditation does not mean someone cannot be an atheist. Sometimes while meditating, it would just be Taylor and I up there at the start of the shift. We'd sit on opposite sides of the narrow attic with our backs facing each other. Sometimes I caught her staring at me through the mirror while I was massaging myself with the rose quartz. I thought it would be funny to ham it up a bit with the meditations after I found out she was spreading the weird witchy rumors about me. It was during these times that I thought of my late great ancestor, Rebecca Steele. Most of the people arrested for witchcraft just denied it, but Becky did the opposite. She confessed to the authorities that Satan appeared to her in the form of a faun, and that he knew her carnally. Becky told the court that she associated with foxes, crows, and cats in the woods. Historians and us descendants still don't know why she did that. It was as though she was intentionally hamming it up for entertainment, even if it ultimately lead to her execution. So, I thought of Rebecca Steele a lot when stupid ass Taylor Renae Miller was weirded out by my rose quartz massage rituals and spreading those witchy rumors about me. It gave me lulz.

Taylor briefly quit Mouse's Ear in November, in a dramatic walkout. I don't know the details of that situation, but she returned to work a few days later as normal. More recently, she was working at The Ball, where she wanted me to go in 2019. I thought that was hilarious when I saw it on facebook, and even more hilarious was when I read last week that The Ball was shut down because of it's association with local homicides. I don't know where Taylor is now.

Taylor isn't much younger than me, but one thing about me that really irked her was my advanced age in relative to the other Mouse's Ear dancers. While I was much more attractive than most of the Mouse's Ear dancers, and while customers certainly wanted me more than most of the dancers, my age bothered Taylor a great deal. She regularly expressed her discontent about my age, likely because she needed more reasons and fodder to slander me in her attempt to get me out of there. Perhaps she had been eating a lot of Ramen from being so poor, and she was HANGRY. As mentioned in previous entries, a lot of clubs have older dancers working in them just fine, but Mouse's Ear mostly did not. In our next entry on Mouse's Ear Memoirs, we will examine Taylor's close workplace associate Ashley Eldridge, and we will continue to explore Taylor's fixation with age-shaming me for my excellent hustling ability, thirty-something beauty and showmanship.