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I was on my way home from school. I was walking til I stopped near the bus stop. I was looking through my phone. Once I put my phone down, a car passed by. The driver said “my friend in the back wants your number.” He looks older than me. I am 17. I am a minor. The fact that minors get to be degraded as an object to have sex with needs to be addressed with legal enforcement now. The fact that I walked away is a blessing because it might amount to something worse.
It’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m in a tank top and yoga pants walking home from work. I’m 8 months pregnant, and there are a few guys hanging around outside a convenience store smoking. One of them yells, “Hey! You look gorgeous pregnant!” I turned around and said, “that’s kind of gross of you.” He totally flipped out and did the whole “WHAT? I’m complimenting you! What’s the matter with you? It’s not like I said you have a fat ass or nice tits.” Meanwhile, another man standing nearby had said “congrats, miss!” And I told the first guy, “no, that’s not a compliment because it doesn’t make me feel good–THIS guy just gave me a compliment, he said congratulations, which has nothing to do with making comments about my body.” The first guy finally said, “okay, if it offended you, I’m sorry, I hope you have a nice day.” The second guy was clearly pleased with himself for saying “the right thing” to me and totally backed me up while I schooled Guy #1 and his friends.
I wish I’d been more articulate in the moment, but basically, women’s bodies are NOT FOR COMMENTARY while walking down the street–doesn’t matter if we are pregnant, skinny, voluptuous, clothed, half-clothed, etc. JUST DON’T COMMENT ON WOMEN’S BODIES!!!
On my way home from work today (around 8:30PM),a man in dark clothing walking in the opposite direction began mirroring my movement as I walked down the block. I moved to the right so I wouldn’t run into him, and he, walking towards me, also moved to my right (his left). I then moved to the left, and he also moved to my left (his right). So clearly he was trying to corner me. Before I had time to react, he made his final step towards me, standing 6 inches apart. He was stood stiffly with his arms to his side, staring straight ahead as if I was just an obstacle in his path. He didn’t even say a word.
I was in such fear and shock at the moment that I had forgotten that I even had pepper spray on me; I felt absolutely defenseless. The only thing I did then was scream, “WHAT THE F**K!!!” I felt thankful that nothing else had come of it and he walked away right afterward. It is seriously a privilege to be left alone on the street – a privilege that most men in NY have, but women don’t.
This man ‘fell’ to the floor to look up my skirt. When I took his picture, someone proceed to tell me it was my fault because I was ‘a white trash bitch’.
I’m a female, just last week my girl and I were walking down main st flushing. I’m holding her waist and what not and these 3 men are walking our direction. The man in front leans over towards my girl and says
….. “Hey baby let me get some popcorn” , she tells him to “stfu” and we keep walking. So in that second I let go of her and tell him to “show some respect” and this happens
He: “wtf shut up I wasn’t talking to you”
Me: “idc don’t disrespect her , she’s a woman”
He: he starts laughing “yo shut up B**ch , you and your beat up shoes. You over here tryna act like a man. It was just a compliment.”
Me: “you think you’re a man , over here disrespecting a woman. You ain’t
At that moment I’m so heated up that I turn around, grab my girl and start walking away. As I’m walking away he keeps and talking and the other 2 men join him and one of them says “Go home and put on a dress, you’re a woman”……….
I frequently drive home very late after work and find street parking. I had parked and was walking alone along 3rd Ave, then my block, at about 1am Monday. A man yelled to me from the corner to get my attention and indicated he wanted to “talk.” I looked back but kept walking, as I didn’t want to engage. He chased me up the block and yelled, “I just want to talk. You’re so beautiful.” I said, “Leave me alone, stop following me.” “But you’re so beautiful!” Etc ad nauseam. I ran into my building.
A man in a suit in a Mercedes drove slowly along next to me as I walked up 10th Street from 3rd Avenue to the F train. I was dressed professionally and in heels since I was on my way to a job interview. He told me I looked amazing and asked me to get coffee. I said, “No thanks,” and kept walking. He persisted, all the way up the block: “How about dinner?” “No.” “Can I have your phone number?” “Again, no.” No amount of saying “no” could shut him down. I had to race to the station to lose him.
I was born and raised in NY until I moved to Phoenix at 15. I was harassed everywhere I went from the time I was walking in the streets on my own which started as young as 7. From whistles and catcalls, to guys coming up to me and following, to the occasional guy wanking off in a car, I was always paid attention to when out. Contrary to the popular belief that revealing clothing basically has us begging for attention, this was in the early 90’s when my clothes consisted of beyond baggy jeans, t-shirts and sweaters. I developed severe social anxiety disorder. My legs would shake in public, I would have heart palpitations, sweat profusely, and had some light hyperventilation. My self esteem plummeted, and even today, 20 years later, I struggle with it. My anxiety lessened to a tolerable degree only after many years of living in Phoenix without the amped up sexual attention I received in NY, but I will never be completely free of it. Everyone deserves to be able to walk on the street unmolested.
This just happened to me an hour or so ago. It is now 4:58 a.m. The upstairs downtown platform was blocked off, so I went downstairs to take the 4 train to Brooklyn, where I live. I ran down the stairs trying to catch the train, but the doors closed just as I reached the bottom step. I had 19 mins. before the next train came. So this guy flounced next to me on the bench where I was sitting an waiting for the train. To make a long story short, and after telling me how he wanted to fuck me, he brought my attention to his erection in his pants!! I was shocked and stood up right away with my umbrella. I replied things like you CANNOT treat a woman like this! I went on to tell him how angry he was making me, and threatened him with violence (I was literally “seeing red,” and since I’m a rape survivor, I had somewhat of a sick flashback..) He was drunk, and couldn’t believe that I wasn’t ok with his insane behaviour! I tell you, I was so shocked and angry that I literally did not know what to do, other than to get very loud and embarass him. He wanted me to lower my voice, but I kept yelling at him and calling him a little bitch and a pervert! Two men were watching this, and did nothing, and some couple was too busy talking to notice. I told him I had been in jail before and was not afraid of knocking him out. He sure changed his tune then, and got very upset and eventually walked away, looking quite disgusted with MY behaviour in response to his gross sexual advances! My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t believe what just happened. Stuff like this HAS happened way too many times to me in the recent past, and I am FED UP!!
I was walking down 2nd Ave after work. A guy leaned out of a truck and yelled “damn girl!”.