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Coney Island Ave. between avenues H and I. The men at this lumberyard are never shy about making animal sounds and verbally intimidating women. There were about 10 of them today, 9/30/14 at 3:30 and they all made moves to approach and greet me. It was hard to get past them. I walked home from the post office on the opposite side of the street and still got cat called.
I was riding westbound in the bike lane. A middle aged man in an SUV slowed down next to me with his window rolled down. He said “mmm very nice.” I glanced at him while I rode and shouted “no.” At the next light he was first at the intersection. I stopped at the light and didn’t look at him. I was pretty scared he’d get out of the car but tried not to show it. When the light changed he drove on and I saw him looking at me through the window which was now rolled up.
I was standing on the corner outside of the Sunday farmer’s market talking to my mother on the phone. A man walks by me, looking me straight in the eyes, and says “I don’t want to have to hurt you but… (Inaudible mumbles).” He kept walking so I stayed put and kept talking to my mom on the phone. A minute later he comes back walking very quickly towards me yelling “HEY YOU. I wanna talk to you,” with a crazed look in his eyes. I then darted into the busy farmers market and lost him.
A man ran up to me, shoved his hands up the back of my shorts, and ran away. It was at 12PM, broad daylight, lots of people around. No one else reacted to it, even after I ran after him, yelling at him, and taking photos.
He was getting onto the train, so I ducked into a deli for 10 minutes to be sure we wouldn’t be on the same train or platform.
Walking down a train platform last weekend in New Brunswick, NJ with my partner (who was a few steps ahead). This guy says ‘well hello…’ (Or something to that effect) and looks me up and down, following me as I walk with his disgusting leery gaze. Yuck!
I was on the subway when a man began talking very loudly to everyone on the train. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but at first it was totally innocent an pleasant-he was just telling everyone how much he loved us. Then he came very close to me and stopped walking. He began to talk about something, saw me smile, moved closer and said “I love pretty girls”. Then he pointed at the girl next to me and said “this one’s nice too.”
My girlfriend and I were holding hands walking down the street when a group of about seven young men began to shout “dyke” and “skanky bitch” at us. We quickly ran into a storefront.
I was walking with a few shirts from the dry cleaner when I heard a car honking and a man yelling. I turned to look and a guy was hanging out his car window (stopped at a red light, about a half block away from me) yelling, “hey, can I help you with those?” I ignored at first but he kept yelling as he got a green light and I put my middle finger up. He stopped his car mid-intersection and I could hear things like “fuck you bitch!” I ran down an alley.
Within a minute of each other one man yelled after me “Hey beautiful, I would treat you good. I’ll fuck you good” and another slowed down his car to follow me while making kissing noises and vulgar hand gestures at me. He only drove away when I went inside my building.