That’s really fucking horrible. When I lived in Vegas, I heard mixed reviews of the Cupcake Girls there. I hope they are amenable to your letter. I don’t understand why they’re allowed in the dressing rooms…?!

Cupcake Girls,

The other night, I was in the dressing room of Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club in Las Vegas, Nevada. I was standing by myself in front of the mirror and removed most of my clothing, so that I was standing in only a thong, by myself, preparing for my night. That is when I noticed a gang of women staring at my body awkwardly. One of them walked over to me, while I was nearly naked and by myself. She stood less than six inches away from my body, holding a box of cupcakes and offering me one. I politely told her that I am a vegan, and continued to look at myself in the mirror. I was averting eye contact with her, because I didn’t want to be bothered before a busy night at work. I figured she would get the hint and go away.

Instead of leaving me alone, she got closer to me. She loudly and excitedly explained to me that her group does a lot of work in Portland at the vegan strip club, and they’re always bringing vegan cupcakes there. The other cupcake girls were standing a few feet away, staring at me while she attempted to interact with me. I politely told her that I hate that vegan strip club, and that I don’t like to be bothered with cupcakes while I am working. It took her a couple of moments to process that I wanted her to leave me the fuck alone, and get away from me in the dressing room. When she finally got it, she and her cupcake girl friends walked to the back of the dressing room, snickering.

Several minutes later when I went to my locker to put away my things, I looked up to see her snickering at me again, as though it was funny that I wasn’t feeling sociable while changing in the dressing room. She stared at me for several moments while I was at my locker. I was happy when they left.

For reference, the woman who talked to me was in her twenties, slightly overweight, Caucasian, with small eyes and brown hair.

I do not like your group or your volunteers. You are patronizing and rude. There is no reason why I should feel harassed or intimidated by a gang of snickering women who aren’t even strippers, while I am in the dressing room. The way that she approached me as I took my clothes off was creepy and unwanted. I doubt most strippers want to make friends with someone who behaves like a born-again Christian in the dressing room, while mostly naked in front of the mirror. The small amount of space that she allowed between her body and my mostly naked body in front of the mirror, under the fluorescent lights, while her friends stared on, was very upsetting.

I don’t quite understand why your volunteers choose to spend their time attempting to befriend strippers in the dressing room, when there are starving children and battered women who really need and want help in Las Vegas or elsewhere. I am an independent, financially stable, goal-oriented woman, a proud Atheist and vegan who knows how to care for myself. In the workplace, I am sometimes stressed out, as anyone in any workplace is. I wish for you to never approach me again in the dressing room in the way that you did the other day. It did not help me at all, and instead caused me stress and anger, as I am often stressed and angered by patronizing people who do not understand strippers and attempt to save or help us, believing we are victims. I do not want your disgusting cupcakes.

I think the volunteer who approached me had a streak of sadism, otherwise she wouldn’t have continued to talk to me as though she was a Stepford wife, all the while snickering and impeding upon my personal space while my clothes were off. Her vibe was as upsetting to me as any customer who doesn’t know his or her boundaries, and continues to bother me after I have expressed discontent at their presence.

Leave me the fuck alone you sadistic, patronizing freaks.