There’s a man named Mike. He was my brothers friend. He was 19 I was 15. Super creepy vibe from him. One day at the Middle country public library, I was reading a book. He was there and found me while I was down in the basement area reading a book. Well no one was around and he decided it was a good time to get on top of me and hump me. I was freaking out. He then shoved his tongue down my throat I pushed him away and I ran like hell. Never went back to the library after that.
This asshole was masturbating thru his pants on a nearly empty train at 11 pm. Couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Sitting next to these two was a huge mistake. Not only did they smell of alcohol at 11am, they were harassing every woman that sat next to them – including the elderly woman that was sitting next to one of them in the attached photo. I took this photo when I moved away , but these two asked me perverted questions about my sexual preference and then berated me when I did not want to reply – insulting my intelligence and appearance.
I was walking alone at night on my way to a comedy event when a group of at least 6 males approached me walking in the opposite direction. The first one yelled out, “Hey beautiful! Beautiful! Hey!” When I didn’t respond how he wanted, like I normally do, he got annoyed. I would have told him off or at least let him know what he was doing was harassment, but I was too scared because there were so many of them.
The last man had a bouquet of flowers that I could see out of the corner of my eye — I don’t make eye contact in case they think that’s a sign I’m interested. There was construction on the sidewalk where he stopped, making me have to walk closer to him in order to get past.
“You want a flower, beautiful?” He asks while leering as I squeeze by him and continue walking.
“You’re fucking conceited, you know that?!” He yelled out as I continued on my way.
It’s been a long week and I just wanted to go for a run. As I’m ending my run, this asshole starts ringing his bell at me. I yelled at him. He wouldn’t go away. He followed me for a while. I started taking his photo and he turned his head. He ruined my day.
Sitting in the park, reading at 4:00 pm on a Sunday Afternoon. A man walks over and sits next to me on the bench. He starts talking at me…
“Why won’t you look at me?”
“You’re making me hard.”
“Mmmmm so good.”
I obviously left. I am in complete disbelief that a woman cannot even sit in a park for 10 minutes without being objectified. It’s 2016: COME ON PEOPLE!
I witnessed a male following a woman and verbally harassing her as she walked down Grand Street around midnight. He impeded her from walking by blocking her. He continually grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. I approached the situation and asked if the woman knew him and she said no.
I told him “Why are you touching a woman you don’t know?” He responded by saying “You talkin crazy*” and putting his hands and cigarette in my face. I slapped his cigarette out of my face to defend myself.
*Apparently he finds it “crazy” that it’s not acceptable to touch strangers. By law, that’s assault.
In the meantime the women was able to get inside her apartment.
Two other bystanders came to support me and then he punched me in the eye and left before I was able to contact the police.
I was walking home to Bayside from a cafe called Browny, and a silver car full of three men honked at me. The three of them turned their heads and gazed at me at the same time, as I turned my head towards them with an angry facial expression. The interaction was strange and uncomfortable, and if I was a man, I’m positive the men in the car wouldn’t have honked at me.
For months now I have had cat calls and lewd comments when walking by the construction site here. I now walk across the street. It’s not that they are that bad — I mean it’s not assault — but it makes me scared about what they do to other women in a less public space. There’s such obvious power play and disrespect. It’s disturbing and makes me feel powerless.
I get cat called and lewd comments walking by this construction site. I now walk across the street which I shouldn’t have to do. It’s not like assault of course but it’s endless and makes me scared for what they do to women in less public settings. Very disturbing and makes me feel powerless.