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Hil’s Story: “Uncomfortable and Freaked Out”

It’s midday with many people walking down a busy 86th st. I noticed a man walking up next to me, and then he says, “I want to cum on your tits.” I was shocked and scared and made a b-line to the nearest store to collect myself. I waited a few minutes then continued with my day uncomfortable and freaked out.

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verbal

Casey’s Story: “I Was Past Uncomfortable”

I’m originally from Michigan, but moved to New York for awhile at 18 for school. I worked in the retail shop at Hard Rock Cafe and took the N train to the end of the line in Jackson Heights. I left work about 1am and sat on the steps to the lower platform to wait for my train. A man I vaguely new, a busser at the restaurant in his mid-30s, was standing with a friend looking at me. After a few minutes, he came and sat on the steps right next to me, leaving no room to even move my arm.

He began asking random questions–how old was I (19), was a I married, why didn’t I have a boyfriend. I was doing my best to not engage, to look ahead, to read my book, etc. At the end of this barrage of questions, he asks if I want to have sex with him. For a minute I honestly could not say or do anything. I was just in shock. My silence must have thrown him, because he asked what I was thinking. I responded, “I’m thinking I don’t want to be having this conversation right now.” He said okay and returned to his friend.

At this point, I was past uncomfortable. I was alone, he was not. I took that train home 6 nights a week; it was the only train to my neighborhood. I had never seen him on that train before. I got on the very last car and sat all the way back in a corner with my bags around me as a little blockade. He and his friend got in the same car, at the opposite end, and watched me. When we finally got to the end of the line, I waited for everyone else to get off the train. Since it was so late, the train usually sat for about 20 minutes before heading back. After about 5 minutes, I walked down the first stairs to the ticketing level, where this man was waiting to say good night to me. I pulled out my phone and called everyone I could think of, but no one answered. I was too late for the bus and was not at all looking forward to the 30 block walk to my apartment. I walked in zig zags the whole way, singing show tunes as loud as I could, hoping I would look crazy and people would leave me alone. I was still curled up in the living room unable to sleep when my sister got home a few hours later. Some of my friends didn’t understand why I was so scared by this interaction. That in itself is almost as frightening to me.

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racist, verbal

A.Z.’s Story: “That’s Not My Name”

Man sitting on park bench on Eastern Parkway.

After I walk by, in front of him.

“China!”
No reply.
“China!”
“That’s not my name.”

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groping

Skye’s Story: Creeps Come in All Forms

As I was walking up the stairs out of the subway station to the street, a man walking down the stairs whisked his arm across and gently swiped his hand across my bottom. It happened so quickly and the man was so well dressed that I almost doubted it–except that my friend who was walking directly behind me saw and confirmed that it wasn’t just an accident.

From what I glimpsed of him, he seemed to be in his 40s, going bald, wore a beige suit and glasses, and looked like he would have been an accountant or dentist, or something else quite normal.
I’m annoyed with myself that I wasn’t quick enough to yell “Keep your hands to yourself,” ideally topped off with an appropriate term like “slime bag.”

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S.C.’s Story: Flasher on the Train

It was 3pm on a Sunday when me (30 year old Chinese female) and my 12 year old female companion boarded an empty 7 train at Main Street in Flushing. It was the last stop so the trains are parked until more people board. I noticed a man peering into the train  who then sat across from us. I didn’t think much of it until I looked up and saw that he had exposed himself in front of us. I was shocked but immediately grabbed my companion’s arm and led her away. We boarded two car trains over. As soon as the train left the station. I called 911.

The man is in his 50′s. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and a hat (black or gray). He had a black messenger bag which he put on top of his lap to conceal what he was doing. I hope the sicko gets caught!!!! And I know many victims of flashers were able to take a picture, but I was with a 12 year old on a train. I don’t know what the guy might do if he saw me take a pic of him. Our “pic-or-it-didn’t-happened” obsession has to stop! I don’t have a pic. But it HAPPENED.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: Followed and Terrified

While walking from the subway ONE block to catch my train (metro north) on 125th, I was followed the entire block by a man. He verbally harassed me, and I was terrified. The worst part is that I have seen him a few times since the incident. Which means he clearly lives on 125th and probably harasses women on a daily basis. Why is he not locked up?

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assault, stalking, verbal

Brigid’s Story: “Here Is a Guy Who Doesn’t Think No Means No”

This morning I was running up Fort George Hill in Inwood, around 6:30am. I was on the sidewalk, and a man in a black car trailed me for blocks, driving slowly and shouting “Baby” over and over. I tried to ignore him. He got out of the car, and I figured that since I was running I’d leave him behind me and that would be that. Suddenly, I was pulled backward, as he grabbed my arm from behind.

I shouted “let go you fucking creep.” He did let go. Then he got back in his car and went back to trailing me.

It was pretty clear that he wasn’t going to stop. Ignoring him didn’t seem effective. I was not going to spend a 4 mile run feeling threatened, so I ran out into the street and yelled at him:

Me: [incoherent rant about rape culture and objectification.]

Him: You have a lot of energy.

Me: Fuck you. [more ranting about threatening behavior].

Him: I just wanted to–

Me: I give no shits about anything you think. You do not follow a woman on the street.

Him, with puppy eyes: Not even for Half a Block????

Me: Not for any reason. [probably more ranting]. Drive. Away.

…I ran back to the sidewalk and kept running. He did drive away, thankfully.

What the fuck is wrong with our men that they think this kind of threatening behavior is charming and acceptable?? All that I saw was “Here is a guy who doesn’t think no means no.”

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Anonymous’ Story: “We Both Ran Away Very Frightened”

One time I was walking with my friend at around 7 o’clock. It was winter time, so it was pretty dark out, and we were heading back home. All of a sudden a man comes up to her and holds her by her shoulders and puts his forehead to hers. At first we were both very surprised and shocked and didn’t know what to do, so we just stood there. Then he was about to kiss her so she pushed him away and we both ran away very frightened. We never walked down that block again in the night time in fear that we may see him again.

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