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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.
One morning (this was last summer) I woke up and threw on whatever clothes were lying on my chair to go to the deli across the street to get coffee – a big grey sweater, shorts, and boots. As I left my apartment, I passed the same two older men who are always sitting there in the same spot on their folding chairs outside a refrigerator repair shop, leering at women as they pass, saying this or that under their breath with a half cocked smile and a glance to their friends as they smugly chuckle. I felt their eyes on my that morning and I thought so help me god, EVERY time I leave my home – I’m so sick of this.
Lo and behold, one of them called “Hey mama, you look like Brooke Shields.”
I turned around and overtly rolled my eyes at him, continuing to walk down the sidewalk and about the cross the street.
He yelled back at me, “Hey! You say thank you when I give you a compliment!”
I felt myself snapping and I whipped back around and yelled “No! I don’t have to say anything to you!” I turned back and realized the light was red so there was nowhere I could go. I felt them both staring at me, their lips curling with anger, especially because a few other people on the sidewalk had heard me and were sort of watching out of the corner of their eye.
“Get the fuck out of here,” the other one yelled. “Go back to Iowa, bitch.” (I guess because I was wearing boots…? Good one…)
Eventually the light turned green and I went to the deli. But all I could think was, why did I do that? These people know where I live, they know who I am, it’s not that hard to just enter my walkup building after someone else who has a key is going in, now I’m going to see them every day until I move and what if they decide to show me I shouldn’t have talked back?
I still do see them every day and they give me these bone chilling looks of scathing disgust. All of the guys in my building think that they’re such great characters, out there in their wife beaters smoking cigarettes and feeding the birds and welding refrigerators in the middle of the sidewalk while Spanish ballads blast from the basement of their shop, and it strikes me to what extent we live in such a different world.