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Man on the north end of the Manhattan bound Dekalb Q-R-D platform had his dick out and was masturbating. Disgusting. Regret just running away. Should have told him how awful he is.
Every day I walk the same route. Every day I hear men calling me “baby,” “sweetheart,” as long as I am alone. The minute they see me walking with my man, they remain quiet because they respect him, a strange man, over me, a lone woman.
Rainy day, strep throat, walking to the subway from work. ‘Sexy knees,’ he says. ‘Yeah, mmm, sexy knees,’ says his friend in agreement. Wtf?
I was waiting for the 4/5 train when a man came up to me and started asking me my name, where I was from, where I lived, etc.
I told him I didn’t want to tell him my name and generally ignored him until he asked where I lived, then I said I was leaving to get a taxi. I checked, but he didn’t follow me out of the station.
I’m 54. Every time I’ve left home since the summer before I turned 12, that’s 42 years, every time I’ve ventured outside left I’ve been verbally harassed.
You’d think it would go away? Nope.
In my 20s I got more flak when in a suit than in spandex.
These days no suits, but the unwanted attention never flags.
I don’t often confront the jerks, but sometimes I’ll stop and call them potty mouths or ask if their mothers know what they’re up to, or just tell them to drop dead.
A man (could not snap a picture AS PER USUAL given fear of retaliation NEAR THE TRACKS AS PER USUAL) asked me for direction to the Bronx and told me I was cute and asked me my name and I said thank you and walked away and he yelled at me,” Oh you don’t wanna talk? What if I paid you? Can I pay you?” and tried to solicit sex. THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME I HAVE BEEN VERBALLY HARRASSED IN A SEXUAL MANNER TODAY AND AS MANY TIMES EVERY OTHER DAY
I’m riding the subway around midnight on a Saturday. It’s a packed car. An older, belligerent man steps in front of me while I’m seated. He starts to talk to a man carrying an instrument case nearby. “You going to play that, man? Do you make money? Because money and cars is all I care about. Money and pussy, man.” The woman sitting next to me groans in disapproval. I make eye contact with her and shake my head.
I have my headphones on to pretend I’m occupied, but my phone is dead. It’s been a very long day. He looks down at me and tries to start a conversation. I ignore him. He tries to high five/fist bump me. I ignore him. As we reach every stop, he yells to repeat the announcement. “FIFTY NINTH STREET!” “TRANSFER TO THE A!” He’s laughing and swaying, crotch-first, in to me. “This chick hates me,” he says to the musician. “But if it came down to it I could take her in a fight. I’m bigger.” He tries to high five the musician. The musician reluctantly returns the high five. He continues to push his crotch in to my face. I turn my head to look away. The woman next to me asks if I’m okay. I nod.
He turns his attention to her. “Hey.” He tries to fist bump her. She ignores him. “What’s your problem, bitch?” We both look at him. “Excuse me? I’m trying to make sure she’s okay. You are harassing her.” Most riders ignore this exchange. My heart is beating out of my chest. “Fuck you, bitch. I’m not harassing her. Go to hell.” He’s old enough to be my father. Our train stops. He’s still verbally assaulting the woman next to me as he pushes his way to the exit. I turn to her in relief and thank her. On his way out he yells “Fuck you! She’s not even that good anyway!” I walk quickly in the opposite direction of him. I check multiple times on the way home to ensure no one is following me. I deadbolt every door when I get home.
On 5/30 around 7:10am, a NY Department worker picking up trash with a truck catcalled me and made sexist comments about me when I was about to enter my apartment building. I was returning home after a long shift at work and this made me feel very unsafe and uncomfortable right in front of my own house. It was a guy in his late 30’s, extremely gross, creepy and unprofessional. Then he made remarks in Spanish to his coworker thinking I couldn’t understand them but guess what, I am from Spain so I totally knew what he was saying. New York City should educate their workers to not be creeps and respect women when they are out on their own.
On 5/30 around 7:10am, a NY Department of Sanitation worker picking up trash with a truck catcalled me and made sexist comments about me when I was about to enter my apartment building. I was returning home after a long shift at work and this made me feel very unsafe and uncomfortable right in front of my own house. It was a guy, in his late 30’s, extremely gross, creepy and unprofessional. Then he made remarks in another language to his coworker thinking I couldn’t understand them but guess what, I totally knew what he was saying. The New York Department of Sanitation should educate their workers to not be creeps and respect women when they are out on their own.
These two men will not stop staring at me from the opposite platform.