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I’ve had a nasty flu for a few weeks. I was standing at an intersection when a man spoke behind me:
“Can I follow you?”
I turned, blinking, while my hazy sick brain struggled to muster an insightful response…or even a facial expression. I was too sick; I had nothing.
I blinked again, twice.
Still waiting for my face to make an expression…
“Ok you don’t speak English.” He left.
I didn’t get a word or even a sneer out, but I kinda won…
I was walking to the train station to go to college. This man stops me in the bottom of the stairs and tells me that I’m gorgeous. He seemed harmless so I mumbled um thanks and kept walking and then he screamed “Damn you are fucking gorgeous I would eat your pussy out!” And I ran. I felt humiliated and violated. And do not use the argument that I asked for it because I was wearing a dress and a headscarf.
A few blocks down, I was wearing a Salwar Kameez which a traditional south Asian attire and it was not tight or provoking in any manner so ppl who use that argument need to STFU. And this tall man stared at me and then walked past me and then slapped my ass. My body half froze and the I started running. Scared for my life because it wasn’t a busy block and I just bursted into tears because I felt so immensely violated.
A man walked by me and mutters, just loud enough for me to hear and making eye contact “I want to fuck you in the ass.” I was so shaken I couldn’t respond, and his smug face while he said it is still imprinted in my mind.
I was most affected when I was harassed by some men when I was a fifth grade cheerleader. Although I’ve been dealing with this for nearly 10 years, I didn’t realize how scared I was until college orientation. I went to the date rape seminar at school and I couldn’t even sit though the discussion. I felt uncomfortable during the skits and I cried so much. I was embarrassed and felt like I was the one who was wrong for making this a big deal. I’m glad to know that other people live with this too.
It was about 10 o’clock and I just left the IFC Center and was walking to sushi samba a few blocks away to meet my friends when about half way there, two men were standing near the entrance of a shady apartment building when I began to notice one of the men was staring me down as I approached them. As I passed, he said “where you goin’ beautiful? MHM Mmmm!” I didnt even acknowledge his presence and kept walking. I’m 17 and used to this kind of stuff but considering he was at least in his thirties, and it was late, it startled me to say the least.
Walking on a rainy night on 42 St a guy reached his arm out brushed his hand across my chest and kept walking. He reached thru people to touch me. I turned around and yelled you’re disgusting and he turned around smiled and took off.
I was driving in my car and was stopped at a light in New Haven, which is where I actually live. A police officer was stationed right next to where my car stopped. He looked me right in the eye and made a very exaggerated jerking off motion until I drove away. I was just far enough to be unable to read his badge. Then the light changed.
A few years ago I was working in Mt. Vernon. I had to take two buses and a train. Unfortunately I was doing so bad financially the first month I worked there that I would take the bus and the train and I would walk the route of the second bus. One morning was pouring and a man offered to give me a ride I turned him down and he drove off. He circled around five times trying to get me go into his car before I hid in a bodega for ten minutes. I walked rest of the way to work on my phone.
I was at a neighborhood 99¢ store on Webster and fordham road one afternoon. I was heavily pregnant and had head phones on (specifically so that no one would bother me). When an older man stopped me. I took off my head phones and tells me, “you’re beautiful. Pregnant pussy is the best pussycat.” In front of numerous other shoppers.