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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!”
I was walking to bayside from the metrorail and almost an entire block long of men and other bystanders thought it would be nice to all yell out catcalls til it was almost an inaudible roar. Things like “damn ma” “aye Miley Cyrus lemme hit that”.
It was a hot day and so I had on shorts and a backless tank. I expected a few unwanted comments as is typical for my neighborhood. But then a large man I see around a lot decided to make a loud, slerpy kiss and eye me up and down when he was about 3 feet in front of me. I snapped, as I’m prone to do. I said ‘Fuck you!’ And his retort was ‘yeah that’s what I want’ it ended in threats of physical violence. But that’s usually what I get for standing up for myself!
I was walking to the laundry mat and some man kept starring and following ever since I got off the train, and I couldn’t take a picture but I definitely was pretending to call the cops and he walked away .
This local union training spot is a center for men who just stand outside, messing around and hollering at women. Every time I go by – on my way to the gym or the train – and there’s a crowd out there, they holler or leer. I’m sick of it. I say things back whenever I can or give dirty looks — but I’m contacting them and asking them to speak to their members. Sick of it!
I was at school and when I got out of a class period my so called guy friend went behind me held my hand behind my back and he started groping me. I called out for help and nobody helped at all. Teachers saw even students.
A barker for a comedy show was trying to sell tickets in Time Square. He told the woman walking ahead of me “You look like my future ex-wife. I want to make you a single mother.”
While walking down the street, a man told me he liked the way I looked. “I like a girl in glasses. All innocent.” He said. I told him to shut up and said that I don’t want to deal with him and kept walking.