Assault, groping

Fighting Irish Women!

In a pub in Dublin, Ireland (where I’m from) and myself and some of my sassy friends are out having a bit of a girl’s night. After much unsuccessful attempts to have a good time anywhere else, we went to our usual pub in the city centre. Walking down a few steps to the bar and some guy grabs my ass... so I caught his hand and put him up against the nearest post with my other hand on his throat and into his face asked what the hell he thought he was doing. He, the brave little hero he was denied it was his hand that had grabbed me – they always do that! So anyway, I shouted at him for a bit, then kindly let him go…

Later that same night, my friend was walking by a guy who put his hand up her skirt… so she boxed him in the face. His girlfriend saw all this and demanded the keys from him. He was sleeping in the rain that night.

Submitted by Ida.

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Singapore Sicko

The incident happened when i was 15 and i was kind of into the Japanese school girl look. I was wearing a short plaid skirt with a baggy sweater and high socks. I was walking down the street from my home in broad daylight and i noticed this car creeping up behind my slowly. I turned and there was this creepy-looking guy leering at my hemline. He then proceeded to call out:“Hello Miss! What’s your name? You want a ride?”. And i noticed he had one hand on his steering wheel and the other in his lap. I turned and gave him both fingers and told him to go F**K himself. He STILL followed me for another 10 minutes and i can still feel his leery stare till this day. I live in a expensive and exclusive neighbourhood in Singapore and i couldn’t believe there were creeps like that following me around. Sicko!!

Submitted by Aurelia.

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Assault, Nonverbal Harassment

Public Voyeurism

Love your site-hate with a passion ignorant asses who feel the need to harass me.

Usually its just annoying, Today it got scary…

Noticed that an old guy sitting on the train across from me was playing with his cell phone…

Then I noticed he was taking pictures of me, my legs, my chest, my face, back to my chest..gave him an “eat shit and die look” and moved seats…

Noticed he moved seats too-to get a better view, continued to take pictures and give me nasty lusty looks.

Got up immediately to get off at next stop-he got up too-still taking pics and acting like he doesn’t notice me, now with a good 15 pics in his camera-sick bastard.

Get off the train, with heart racing and sick feeling in my stomach-hold back tears until I get home…just wish I had my camera phone and my mace.

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