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These fine young gentleman actually hung their heads out of the car like dogs while we drove by. My sister was terrified, but I was determined to catch up and snap a photos of these beauties. I love how there are like three of them…layer upon layer of perverseness.
Submitted by Rachel.
I hopped on the downtown 6 train tonight at about 7:30. It was a very crowded car, and so of course everybody was bumping up against each other. There was an arm against my rear – or so I thought – so I moved up a couple of inches. Then, there it was again. And again. And again. Eventually I realized that it wasn’t an arm at all – it was a hand that was getting friendlier and friendlier as the train moved from 51st to 42nd. I kept turning around to give him dirty looks, but I think he took that as an invitation! The more I glared, the more the hand stayed put. When we arrived at the next stop, I moved to the far end of the car and snapped these shots. Faces of the innocent have been blurred, of course.
Submitted by Jenny.
At New York City’s barbeque festival this weekend, the guy in the yellow tee shirt came up to me—out of nowhere—and grabbed my chest, saying that his friend (the one in the orange polo) told him he’d pay him $100 if he did so. At first I laughed it off, but then got angry and realized that if he hadn’t been a drunk frat guy, I would have gone straight to the police. Anyway, I did wind up getting him kicked out of the park, but I’d like to share this perv’s photo with the world. Thanks!
Submitted by Rachel.
While riding on the B61 bus, I sat down across from a guy who was staring hard at the ladies on the bus. It was so bad that at one point I felt like saying something to him. I ain’t trying to knock a dude for staring but I’ve never seen anything quite like that before. I got on at Bedford and N7th and this guy was already on. When I got out at Manhattan Ave he was still riding going towards Queens. This motherfucka right here topped the cake. Cat calling, undressing a mom holding her son by the hand….He didn’t hide the fact that he was a pervert because he started masturbating right then and there. I kid you not. That’s when I decided to go up to him and snap a photo with my camera phone.
Ladies, be safe. This dude is a predator. Study his photo.
On the way we pass these guys drinking in their front garden (which is full of flags for the soccer match) and they are giggling, belching and farting (yuck!!) cause they think that’s funny. One of them makes a noise like ‘Ooooo! Ooooo!’ as we go past but I rise above it.
After we have a few Breezers outside (and no Hugh Grants were in there!) and watch the silly soccer its time to go back to the hotel but I see this lanky guy in shades who was part of that group looking at us and making humping noises. Then I see he is actually grabbing his crotch quite violently and jumping up and down! He’s pretty drunk but I can just hear him shout stuff like ‘play with me mansack!’ and ‘Eat it!’.
That was it – time to Hollaback at this jerk! I put my cameraphone on max zoom from across the street and walked by pretending not to look but I caught him still grabbing and shouting about his ‘sack’. What a loser and it ruined my trip. At least I remembered I’m now empowered to Hollaback at asshats that can’t keep it to themselves!
Submitted by Roxanne.
Bad: being awakened this morning by construction workers jack-hammering the shit out of the building next door.
Worse: going for a walk to get away from the NOISE and get hollered at by a(nother) construction worker who cannot control his ‘nads.
Good thing I had my digital camera. Line up ladies, this one is a catch…
Written by Miss Heather.
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.
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.
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.
Submitted by clh.