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My husband and I were debating if we should order in or eat out. I felt like going for a walk, but since it was a hot day, I was worried that I might get harassed, as it seems the hotter it is, the worse the cat calling. I ultimately decided getting out would be a good idea, so I went to pick up lunch for us. About three blocks from my apartment a man started making kissy sounds at me. He then whispered creepily that he loved me, to which I responded with a dirty look, a shrug of shoulders, and muttering “pig.” He then shouted “Fuck you, bitch, you’re ugly anyway” and then quickly walked away. I was stunned but not shocked.
I was walking home from my first day at my new gym at 7am on a Monday morning.
A man standing on the street, in his 20s, probably 6ft tall, visibly intoxicated, stepped into my path and started waving at me. I walked around him and ignored him. He said after me, “Why are you so mean.” I kept walking. “Hey BITCH.” Kept walking. “Hey WHITE BITCH.” (I’m half white, half black.) “HEY FUCKING BITCH.” Still waking, half a block away now. “Fucking bitch…”
Can’t wait to go back to the gym…
Upon returning from the grocery store, I was confronted by 4 different men. One made obscene hand gestures depicting the “squeezing of breasts” while making loud kissing noises. Another followed me for a block while asking why I was being such a bitch/whore/cunt for refusing to give him my phone number. Another told me he wanted to see my “pretty smile” and then followed me. The last grabbed his genitals while licking his lips. All of this occurred in broad daylight.
I’d just had a lovely night with my friend at Shalel Lounge. I was walking toward my bike and some guy followed me and started talking at me while I was unlocking my bike, putting my helmet on, etc. I said nothing to him and did not remotely acknowledge his presence. He eventually went away, but this incident left me feeling scared.
I was walking to the subway station at about 9:30am. These 2 guys were chilling on their stoop, gawking at the girls walking by. As I pass them, one of them goes “hellooo” to my back in that comically sleazy way, you know the one. I ignore him because I don’t owe him anything. His buddy takes that as offense and starts yelling at me: “YOU GOT NO-NOTHING ASS!” He must’ve felt real brave, stutter and all, letting me know his opinion on MY body as if I cared.
I’m wearing pants with a t-shirt. I am waiting for a friend and using my phone when I hear a man hollering at me. He says, “You’re all covered up. I like that. You’re not like those other girls with those daisy duke shorts. I like that. You’re covered up, that’s good.” I ignore him but he keeps repeating it. Finally he walks up and gets in my face saying, “Hey, miss, can you hear me?! I just want to make sure you can hear me.” Yeah, I can hear you and no one asked for your fucking opinion on my outfit
I took the same pink line train every weekday. One day, as I was running up the stairs to catch the train, I felt my skirt lift up. I was confused and thought perhaps it had gotten caught on my messenger bag. A few days later, once again on the stairs going to catch this train, I had the same experience, except this time I felt a hand grab my upper thigh/ass. The man ran away when I turned around and yelled “Hey!” No one was around to witness it, so I just got on the train, trembling.
I was walking to meet friends and a car of full of young men pulled up beside me. They followed me slowly for two blocks, yelling obscenities that got increasingly mean, the worst of which was, “I’d never make you walk. I’d just take you in those shorts and rape you.” Then they all laughed and drove away.
Around 2:30 am, I overheard a woman outside telling a man that she had no money and to leave her alone. He continued to harass her and she told him to stop touching her, eventually screaming for help. By the time I got out of bed and to my phone, it seemed someone had come to her aid, as I heard her speaking to someone else about the incident. It was horrifying and I felt uncertain about how to help at that time of night, given I was already inside my apartment.
My friend and I were sitting the park, deep in conversation, when I happened to glance at the man behind her. I thought to myself, “It would be terrible if that dude was masturbating.” Lo and behold, he was! I yelled “No! Stop!” and he got up and ran. I ran after him and when I caught up to him I snapped these photos. He kept saying, “Please no, Miss. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Sir, you mean you’re sorry right now…’til next time.