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I was walking down the street with my Dad and a guy yelled out the window “yo your girl had a nice butt.” It was awkward and made me upset and feel ashamed and embarrassed.
One day I was at a club and I went outside to call my boyfriend and there was another club next door, I was 16 at the time, and this drunk older guy came out and he started talking to me after I got off the phone with my boyfriend.
I kept giving him hints that I didn’t want to talk to him because he was flirting with me. I finally got sick of it and I went back into the club to find my friend. He ended up following me and kept trying to talk to me for the rest of the night until I left.
Walked out my door and this hooligan starts making Mmmmmm mmm noises and saying “very nice, yeah baby very nice” until I was out of earshot. Disgusting. Go sell your ugly painting somewhere else!
Was walking home from a grocery store and this man came up to me while his buddy watched. He told me I’m gorgeous and have a sexy butt and when I ignored him, he grabs both of my hands and tries to stop me from moving.
I tell him to let go, but he doesn’t and tried to walk with me as I moved ahead. When he finally let go because we were approaching more people, he grabbed my butt and squeezed.
I just sped back home. I don’t know how his friend was getting off on this.
This morning I was walking to a job interview and I generally feel safe in the middle of the morning in the downtown area of my city. I was walking down a like strip where there are shops on both sides and a large brick sidewalk between them and some guy on a bike passed me by and said “Hey shortie.” I ignored him but noticed he circled around about three shops down from where I was, when he passed by me again he said nothing but then I heard a bike coming up behind me. He asked my name, my age, my destination. I answered quickly and picked up my pace but he followed me to where my interview was. He finally left when I told him I wouldn’t give him my number. I don’t understand how people can ignore the obvious discomfort others feel when a stranger follows them down the street trying to have a conversation they didn’t want to be part of from the beginning.
In middle school I think some guys thought I was gay or something (I’m a guy) and they said disgusting sexual things and would grope me and hump me. Everybody would see it as a joke but if they were doing the same to a girl even as a joke they would be seen as perverts. I felt like I was really being raped and got anxiety… I don’t understand why people think this only happens to women. They’d say they do it because I’m “so cute”? It scared me. They’d say things like “cute ass” and other creepy pervy things :L
I went into a bodega one night where two men said hi to me, but I wasn’t interested in talking to them and ignored them. Then they stood in the doorway and basically forced me to say hi.
I said I was out of it and hi, and looked away. They kept talking to me, saying, “What’s wrong? We can be friends.” The man on the register sure didn’t help. Finally they left. I wish I had called 911 right then to report their threatening behavior. But if the dispatcher was a man, I wonder, would he even care?
Normally when you work, you hope to leave your work at work. Unfortunately for me this isn’t what happened.
Today, I’m making a trip to family dollar with my little sister to buy some groceries for later. Then as we made our way out and were exiting the store and crossing the street, this black taxi sped up. Inside was an familiar face from my office. This is where I worked.
This creepy asshole was staring at me for over 7 minutes. I swore he even stopped driving. What made it creepy was that he was over 50 (my dad’s age) and I’m 19. Why are you, an old man, staring at a teenager? The stare was creepy. it was sort of like he was trying to undress me In his mind. That weird, sick, bastard.
Even my 11 YO sister noticed that he was weird. She even asked me, “why is that guy staring at you”. I had to tell her, “It’s because he’s a creep.” I really hope they make street harassment a crime. The feeling that comes along with being stared at, howled at, whistled at, etc. is unbearable. I felt scared and a bit victimized.
When I was 15. I was at a teen night at a club, waiting in line at the coat check. It was the end of the night, and I was wearing a skirt. Suddenly I feel a hand go up my skirt and start feeling around my underwear. I pretty much froze and later deeply regretted not grabbing that hand and breaking his wrist or something (there’s a chance I’m over estimating my own stregnth here, but at least I would have been able to find out whom it was! I tried to look after the incident and could not identify the groper.)
The saddest part of all this, is that it didn’t even OCCUR to me to share this story, until #YESALLWOMEN over a decade later. This felt so common and “not a big deal” that I just shrugged it off. Didn’t forget it though.
I was walking to this quiet pond near the wooded area by bayside for a meditation session and passed a couple of middle aged men sitting and smoking by some bushes that I had to pass to get to where I was going. One of them began flirting with me saying “aye lil ma what’s ya name” and I tried to dismiss the situation as quick as possible when suddenly it went from flirting to him staring at my crotch.
I was wearing leggings and although I was tucked my method had failed after a long walk from the train station and he began questioning the awkward bulge in my leggings and he began passive aggressively telling me to take off my shades to see my whole face and then he whispered something angry and inaudible and my heart was pounding as he uttered the words “if you love your life you better run up out my sight in 10 seconds” without hesitation I walked quickly back to the train station as I heard him telling his friend in the background “that’s a faggot man, that’s a faggot!”