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I was riding the commuter rail on the way back from a function in Boston. I’ve taken the rail several times before and typically put my headphones in and write songs or poetry and put my purse or my legs on the rest of the seat to ensure my personal space. The day this happened, the train was very crowded and the only seats free were on the sideways seats, one row facing the other.
I was listening to music and writing a song in my notebook when I noticed a couple boys (about 18ish, maybe early 20s) staring at me. I tried to ignore them and write, but they kept staring. Finally, I heard one start shouting at me.
I ignored him.
“Hey! What are you writing. Hey! C’mon. Tell me.”
This continued a few more minutes. Not one man or woman on that train stepped in. I rolled my eyes and responded very calmly.
“I’m writing a song about castration. Why?”
The boys looked a bit shocked to say the least. I kept a straight face and stared them down until they lowered their eyes to the floor. I noticed a couple people around me smirking to themselves.
Needless to say, they didn’t bother me the rest of the train ride.
Also, for the record, the song I was writing was not about castration.
So ,umm something happened while I was on the bus yesterday around 8pm and I told one of my guy friends but I’m not able to talk about it to anyone else…and I haven’t got the guts to tell my parents. So here it goes: I was sitting in the bus like I do every day. This guy gets in and sits next to me but not directly. Like there’s a mini-passage between our seats (1 meter approx.). Halfway through the bus ride, I glance at the window and I could see his reflection (because it’s dark outside and there is light inside the bus). What I saw REALLY shocked me. This guy had his dick out and was MASTURBATING. Like really masturbating very openly. I never looked at him directly but I could see everything through the glass window. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was scared he would cum on me or something plus I was VERY uncomfortable so I changed seats. One minute later, another woman comes and sits next to me traumatized. The f**king pervert got off the bus like 5 minutes after I realized what he was doing.
Now, I don’t want to scare my parents by telling them this story (I’m 21 but still). I thought it wasn’t a big deal (disturbing but no big deal) but I was wrong. Its been like 2 hours and I’m still a little bit shaken by this. I told my friend and asked me if I’m ok and everything but seriously WHO THE HELL does that!!
Thanks for listening. I didn’t know who else to turn to and I HAD to get it off my chest. <3
I’ve had long hair all my life, waist/hip length. Unfortunately, around when I turned into a teen it became a bit of a burden. Cat-callers would address me by my hair, calling me Blondie along with other lewd things. There’s been times where strangers, behind my back, have stroked my hair. Some from the top to the very ends (at my butt), then vanishing from sight. I used to think I was imagining things, until my friend who was shopping with me verified it.
On my sixteenth birthday (July 2006) at a restaurant in the Springfield,MA Marriott hotel, the manager came out and chatted up my mother and I. As he was doing this, he was also stroking my hair and said to me, unbeknownst to my mother, “men love long hair…” in my ear. He was a larger man in his 50’s. I wish I reported it. He still worked there as of the second incident described below.
A couple years later (July 2008) there was another incident at this same hotel, same restaurant, where a couple of older business men were asking my mother inappropriate questions. The waitstaff (men and a woman) witnessed this and did nothing, said nothing. We reported it to the front desk and my mother was in tears. The hotel security, a very nice woman, assured us she’d fix this. But she then said she couldn’t/didn’t because these men belonged to a company(unknown) that frequently puts its employees up at the hotel. They gave us the dinner free, threw in a couple of ice cream bars, and sent us back to our room. That’s when I realized how easy it is for people to get away with sexual harassment. Especially at this hotel. Ruined my birthday, twice.
Listen up Hollafollowers the Violence Against Women Act is up for reauthorization and we at Hollaback! implore you to contact your Senators to make sure the bill gets their support.
Since its inception 1994, the VAWA has saved countless lives, providing a lifeline for those that find themselves in situations of domestic violence, dating violence, sexual assault and stalking. It has vastly improved the federal system to meet the needs of victims, BUT, there is more to be done.
The reauthorization of the bill will build upon the act’s existing successes and continue to work toward breaking the cycle and culture of violence. Yesterday Senators Patrick Leahy and Mike Crapo introduced a bipartisan bill to reauthorize and improve the VAWA and they need our help by getting other Senators excited about the bill.
Call your Senator(s) TODAY and ask for them to be original co-sponsors of VAWA. Let’s keep their phones ringing! Here’s the numbers for all the Senators, so let’s get dialing and release our inner change maker!
Sessions, Jeff – (202) 224-4124
Shelby, Richard – (202) 224-5744
Boozman, John – (202) 224-4843
Murkowski, Lisa – (202) 224-6665
McCain, John – (202) 224-2235
Kyl, Jon – (202) 224-4521
Rubio, Marco – (202) 224-3041
Chambliss, Saxby – (202) 224-3521
Isakson, Johnny – (202) 224-3643
Crapo, Mike – (202) 224-6142 – (thank him!)
Risch, James – (202) 224-2752
Kirk, Mark – (202) 224-2854
Lugar, Richard – (202) 224-4814
Coats, Daniel – (202) 224-5623
Grassley, Chuck – (202) 224-3744
Vitter, David – (202) 224-4623
Moran, Jerry – (202) 224-6521
Roberts, Pat – (202) 224-4774
McConnell, Mitch – (202) 224-2541
Paul, Rand – (202) 224-4343
Collins, Susan – (202) 224-2523
Snowe, Olympia – (202) 224-5344
Brown, Scott – (202) 224-4543
Cochran, Thad – (202) 224-5054
Wicker, Roger – (202) 224-6253
Blunt, Roy – (202) 224-5721
Johanns, Mike – (202) 224-4224
Heller, Dean – (202) 224-6244
Ayotte, Kelly – (202) 224-3324
Burr, Richard – (202) 224-3154
Hoeven, John – (202) 224-2551
Portman, Rob – (202) 224-3353
Coburn, Tom – (202) 224-5754
Inhofe, James – (202) 224-4721
Toomey, Patrick – (202) 224-4254
DeMint, Jim – (202) 224-6121
Graham, Lindsey – (202) 224-5972
Thune, John – (202) 224-2321
Alexander, Lamar – (202) 224-4944
Corker, Bob – (202) 224-3344
Cornyn, John – (202) 224-2934
Hutchison, Kay Bailey – (202) 224-5922
Hatch, Orrin – (202) 224-5251
Lee, Mike – (202) 224-5444
Johnson, Ron – (202) 224-5323
Enzi, Michael – (202) 224-3424
Barrasso, John – (202) 224-6441
I was walking to school, a car stopped,
the man inside told me: “Come here, I want to suck it”
(oral sex). I wanted to cry, but I was brave, and got far from there.
I was 13 years old.