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Walking home in a hoodie and loose cargo pants, and I still got whistled at. There may have been more to it, but my Spanish isn’t that great.
I was in Astoria Queens on 31st ave between 21st st and 23rd st when a man on a bicycle rode close to me and grabbed my ass. He then rode off so all I saw was a grey hoodie. I yelled loudly so a few people stopped to help but he was already gone. Another lady said she recognized him because once he whispered something creepy in her ear. This happened at 6:45 AM on Friday September 20, 2013. I want it reported in case it is a habit.
I get a lot of unwanted comments walking around in this neighborhood. Last week around in the late afternoon I walked by three men who made hooting noises and lewd comments as I passed, and one of them said “I’d like to milk that.” I have no idea what that means, but they acted as if I was a sexual object instead of a person standing right there, and it made me very uncomfortable.
A man yelled “hey sexy” from his car.
On July 25th, 2013, Hollaback! hosted the first ever international speakers series on street harassment, HOLLA::Revolution. The event was emceed by Jamia Wilson and featured leading local and international leaders in the fight against gender-based violence.
The historic event featured 18 badass speakers and performers representing organizations such as: Bklyn Boihood, Sassafrass Tech Collective, Women in Media News, Girls for Gender Equity, Cornell University, Feministing, the Man Up Campaign, the Novo foundation, and Hollaback!.
Presenters discussed a wide range of diverse and engaging topics around street harassment, from Technology & Storytelling and The Importance of Online Movement Building to Un/Doing Masculinities and Youth Organizing Around Street Harassment.
HOLLA::Revolution had 150 (amazing) supporters in the audience of the sold out event. It was live-streamed at: ihollaback.org/hollarevolution/ with over 570 viewers watching the livestream around the world. Audience members described the event as “inspiring”, “diverse”, “intersectional”, and “educational”.
You can check out a promo video for the event, created by video editor Corinne Colgan, below.
Hollaback! is beginning their plans for the next #hollarev and we want to hear from you! If you attended HOLLA::Revolution on July 25th, or joined us on the livestream, let us know how next year’s speakers series can grow by filling out this survey.
A group of men hangs out on the stoop in the evening. They are more likely to harass me when I am with my husband than when I am alone. It seems like they are trying to express anger at him (he does not know them) because when I am alone, these same guys are pretty civil. The harassment is relatively mild – intended to upset, but not graphic. Harassment not too frequent – maybe once a month or so.
Every morning since the beginning of June/2013, at the Gun Hill Road (IRT Dyre Avenue Line) train station, this man has tried to talk to me and blatantly stares in my face. I never speak back nor do I engage in any other way. He makes me nervous & uncomfortable with the way he watches me. I wish he would leave me alone and I don’t want to have to speak to him to tell him that.
While crossing the street with the light, a car rolled down his window and said something of a grotesque sexual nature, the exact words lost in the rain. He rolled up his window as soon as he passed.
Waiting for my train, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked around, and this guy proceeds to get inches away from my face to let me know my thigh tattoo is hot. I’ve had enough of this BS so I said “I didn’t ask you, I don’t care.” Thankfully my train started to pull up because, of course, he then started calling me a bitch and making me feel threatened.
A few weeks back, I was walking back from the store in a t-shirt and a pair of cutoffs. There was no one on the street but an older man standing in front of his house. As I walked by, he stared at me and very obviously started stroking himself through his pants. As there was no one else on the street, I ran as fast as I could down the street. That was by far the most violated I have ever felt.