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While walking to the gym, a man I was passing leaned in front of me and said, “Big pussy for a white girl.” I felt so violated by this statement and I wanted so badly to say something to this man, but I was afraid of what would happen if I did. I felt angry, degraded, and extremely disempowered. People say things to me every day about my body/race, but this was definitely the most hurtful so far of my 8 months living here.
New Years Day, waiting for a cab to go home with three friends of mine (all male) on a street corner. Another guy and his friends keep walking by and making comments about my clothes and my body. I told them to fuck off multiple times. The third time he comes over, he looks at me and says, “I have a proposition for you. I’ll give your boys 100 dollars and a half ounce of weed, if you come with me for an hour.” I can’t even describe how dehumanized and humiliated I felt, after some guy tried to buy me, and even expected friends of mine, three men I love and respect, to go along with it. My friends were shocked and the only thing I could think of at the time was to say, “Are you out of your fucking mind? Get the fuck away from me.” Shortly after, I got home and forgot about it, but I think of that experience constantly.
I was dressed up from an interview earlier that day. I was in my old neighborhood walking to the bank. I had just got out of the subway and this guy not two feet behind me says “There are so many white girls in this neighborhood an IM LOVIN IT!”
I had gotten so much attention that day I didn’t give him my customary death glare. I just said idiot under my breath and just kept walking.
I was just walking down 7th avenue, and as I crossed 35th street this guy in a sandwich sign tries to sell me some tour or something I don’t even know, I ignored him. He then says something about “gorgeous” or whatever- I can’t hear the whole thing, so I say “fuck you” loudly and turn and shout that he does not get to judge my appearance- apparently he couldn’t hear me either,because he shouted back something about my period and then starts laughing… So infuriating….
Today I was walking from the Fulton Street subway stop to a friend’s apartment to study when a male Wall Street broker-type thought it would be appropriate to tell me to give his male friend a blow job. I’ve been putting up with this sort of rubbish since I moved to New York and this time I just snapped and called him out on the street at the top of my lungs. Probably not the most logical thing to do, but after two years of biting my tongue and letting this city’s misogynists make me feel scared or dirty or generally awful, it felt good to take my power back.
While on the L train from Union Square to Bedford Ave sometimes it can get crowded… Initially I thought nothing of someone being right behind me but I then realized that a man had his crotch area right on my behind. SERIOUSLY! I had my 3 month old baby in the stroller in front of me while this pervert was completely violating me. I just yelled at him and obviously everyone on the train looked at me like I was crazy. Yet I was the one being violated.
Guy walking towards me smiled, hitched his pants and leaned into me as he passed. Made a horking/snuffling/hissing noise at me while he turned to watch me keep on walking.
Reading more stories on this site sparks the memories of incidents I’ve tried to forget. Like this past summer as I walked home from the train carrying bags of groceries and listening to music (I always keep headphones in my ear even when I’m not listening to music so I can pretend to ignore some of the shit I hear and be aware). As I pass by this group of guys (dreading it because I just knew someone would say something) I hear one of them yelling and trying to get my attention and when I don’t respond (and try to walk faster) this asshole actually grabs my arm! I turn around and scream “don’t ever touch me! You don’t have the right to ever touch me!” And I keep walking of course looking like a psychopath instead of a hurt, fed up woman.
I am verbally harassed on a DAILY BASIS. The block I live on has a deli on the corner and every single day I have something inappropriate yelled or WHISPERED at me. It’s usually about my body, my clothes or the fact that I’m not smiling. Of course when I turn down their at first seemingly innocent but nonetheless extremely unwanted advances, I’m then called a dyke or a bitch or whatever else they can think of. I’m tired of MEN verbally abusing me in public! I’ve been tired of it since puberty.