Story, verbal


I was walking down 2nd Ave after work. A guy leaned out of a truck and yelled “damn girl!”.

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Story, verbal

Bianca’s Story: I don’t like being called baby

Sunday night around 8 p.m., had just parked my car and was walking down the block to get home. This guy, who may have been drunk, said “Hey baby” as he passed by me in the opposite direction. The following exchange ensued:
Me: Excuse me?
Him: I said ‘hey baby.’
Me: I don’t like being called baby. Please don’t do that.
Him: I mean it as respect.
Me: I don’t like it. Don’t do it.
Him, now infuriated: Do you think you’re high class or something?
Me, as I turned around to keep walking home: Fuck off.
Him: You’re fucking garbage.
Then we both just kept walking in opposite directions, I yelled at him to fuck off again and he kept shouting at me and laughing as he went the opposite way.

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nonverbal harassment, Story

Kate’s Story: What do they expect?

I was walking to a friends place after getting off the Myrtle-Wyckoff L stop and there was an older man wearing a MTA beanie standing by a bus (that I assume he was taking a break from driving) and smoking. I met his eyes for a second and then he made kissing noises at me as I walked by.

What do they expect when they do things like this?

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assault, Story, verbal

Jack’s Story: I froze, I was terrified

I was on my way to Penn Station because I was visiting family for the weekend. At Canal, a clearly intoxicated and rough-looking man boarded the train. The way this guy carried himself and swung his bag around screamed that he was dangerous. I noticed that he started looking at a woman who was seated next to me (I was standing in front of one of the doors). I started readying myself to say something. He started talking to her, saying the usual things. Eventually he started screaming at her and throwing himself around menacingly. I froze. I was terrified. Fortunately, another guy intervened and forced him from train at the next stop.

I am so ashamed that I couldn’t bring myself to do something.

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Homophobic, Story, verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Homophobe Yells From Car

Thursday 6:29pm.
Male driver threatened me by honking and moving his car towards me while I walked east in crosswalk of Newtown Av on north side of 30th Av before 33rd St.
As he drove within inches of me he yelled out “Asshole Faggot!”
He watched me heading to the entrance towards Key Food and yelled “I’ll be waiting for you when you get out!”
I took out my phone and took a picture of his car and license plate, telling him “I’m calling the police now!”
He drove away.

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groping, Story, verbal

Jae’s Story: “I’m glad I intervened in some way”

Going home on the subway Friday night, I noticed this dude sitting next to a woman and making her uncomfortable. I felt like I should intervene, but wasn’t 100%…and “nobody else was doing anything.”
Anyways, in the middle of all this doubt, I found myself remembering all the times that no one had stood up for me – and how much I wished for even a knowing glance so that I knew that other people thought harassment wasn’t okay, or that they would help me if it increased.
I made eye contact with the woman and asked if she wanted to sit in my seat. She gave me this huge smile (which felt amazing) and jumped over. Then, I moved my (super pregnant) body between the dude and her and, when he became physical and tried to push me, told him to back off, because I would use all of my physical power (and the additional fighting power of an almost 7 month old fetus) to destroy him.
Cue immediate support from a man beside me, who calmly told the harasser to “step down.” The tables turned and, all of a sudden, everyone was focused on this harasser and telling him to stop. The harassing dude leaving the train the next stop, after being told to stop trying to touch me/the other woman over and over again. It was like a scene out of a movie, complete with cheering and a round of clapping.
Even though it was scary, I’m glad I intervened in some way — and I’m so happy that the rest of the train supported me (and the woman being harassed).

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Enrica’s Story: No One’s Laughing

This guy was loudly talking about a woman sitting to my right. He kept moving closer to her before finally sitting right next to her and trying to get her to talk to him. She kept ignoring him and then when he wouldn’t stop I glared at him. He then started yelling about how I was attacking him and he just wanted to make us laugh. Another woman interceded and asked if we were all right. Fortunately I was getting off at the next stop bit I hope that other woman was ok.

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nonverbal harassment, public masturbation, Story

HOLLA ON THE GO: Public Masturbation in the Subway

At the Smith and 9th ave (F and G Train station) around 2:30pm. A man acorss the tracks urinated in the corner and then started to jack off in front of me. After he was finished he began to walk towards me but I got on the F train as it was approaching the station.

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nonverbal harassment, Story

Margot’s Story: Walking and Whistling

Walking down the street with my (clearly straight male) instructor after dance class. Several guys in a taxi leaned out and whistled at me.

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nonverbal harassment, Story, verbal

Margot’s Story: Only Me

I was walking to work and some guy in an SUV was stopped at a traffic light. He opened his car window and made kissy sounds at me. I looked around and was the only woman. He nodded and winked at me before driving off.

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