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I’m fourteen. On Halloween, I was walking across the street to my neighbor’s house in my mermaid coustume. It isn’t slutty at all. It’s got a long tail, and a blue stomach-coverup.
Anyway, a trucker runs by me and screams something like: ‘I’LL COME TO YOUR BED TONIGHT!’
I’m fucking creeped out now. No more Halloween parties for me.
Submitted by D
It was 915 AM on a Tuesday, and I was on my way to Williamsburg. I came down the stairs of the L train stop on 6th Ave, and a 25-ish, young, blond, shaggy, hipster was waiting on the platform. I walked to the middle of the cars, and he followed me. I didn’t think much of it until both trains pulled up, and he didn’t get on either one.
I sat down facing the platform, and he was staring at me with a disturbingly creepy look on his face. I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t getting on either train, until I noticed he had taken his penis out of pants, and was masturbating, while staring at me. No one saw what he was doing, and I was too shocked to do anything. I didn’t want to get off the train to report him, so when the doors closed, I gave him the finger….not very original, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Unfortunately, I got no picture, and I haven’t seen him since.
Submitted by Erica
i was walking down the street near my house and this guy asks me if i want “a stick or a dick?” not even sure what that really means, but as i turned around to take his picture, he takes mine too! and really close up. i continue standing outside the supermarket finishing my cigarette before i go inside and he proceeds to show me the “beautiful picture.” i grabbed his phone and tried to erase it, but he grabbed it back. i told him he was disgusting and he just smirked at me. he also had a picture of a girl with a huge ass in a thong as his phone screensaver. he obviously never had a mother.
Submitted by Rachel
I got off the F train at 23 St and 6th avenue. he may have been on the train. im not sure but when i was on the corner, this sweaty greasy haired man wearing glasses about 50 years old in a tight grey t-shirt which displayed his belly, was staring at me at the light. i heard him say something juvenile like wow, wow nice tits. i looked right at him and with my eyes told him what a creepy,slimy loser he was. i chose to ignore his stares and walked on.when i got to park avenue, i was again at a light. i smelled something bad like b.o and this creepy looking freak had his hand in his pants right behind me and i could tell he was rubbing himself. this pathetic disgusting perverted had a bulge and was getting himself off by staring at me. nice ass he says. at this point, i had all i could take and was trying to find my cell phone. he continued to stare with his ugly grin but he disappeared from my sight while crossing the street, im sure there are other women he bothers. always be ready ladies when out on the street to catch these creeps by snapping a picture of them. keep it in hand. and please be aware of this pathetic dickless loser on 23 st.
Submitted by Sabrina
This pervert rides the V, F, E lines and flashes and does disgusting things to both young girls and women. He likes to sit in the corner 2 seaters so as to be directly in front of his victim(s) when they are alone. He dyes his hair different shades, wears big glasses (as in photo) and likes to carry a large over-the-shoulder bag to conceal his perverted behavior. If you see him feel free to call him a pervert and intimidate him so that he gets off the train because the police can’t do anything about him and unfortunately one cannot beat the crap out of him.
Submitted by Madeline
I usually don’t notice guys that look. Hey I can appreciate a guy’s looks too so I’ll give them that much. If they say a thing to me then that’s crossing the line.
I meet this guy over at Union Square. I was getting out of the subway and walking up the stairs when this guy right next to me on the staircase said something to me. I knew he was talking to me but I didn’t hear, I was listening to my ipod. I ducked into a Starbucks to avoid him and he followed me in. I got on line thinking that he wouldn’t dare follow me through Starbucks. Oh but he does, he walks in, walks out, stare at me through the window and walk in again to stand in line behind a couple behind me. I finally got to the front of the line and ordered, walked to the condiment table. I thought he left until he appeared right beside me empty handed and asked me “How are you?” I pretended not to hear. He asked it again. I looked
right at him pretending not to understand and he finally walked away.
I don’t need to be asked “How are you?” by a complete stranger that look high on something. Girls be careful in Union Square. This guy doesn’t seem to mind harassing or following a girl that is obviously underage. I do wish I got a picture but I didn’t. He looked totally out of it, like he was stoned or drunk, but then he walked pretty normally for a drunk guy.
I don’t need some stoned guy following me from a subway station, to a starbucks, through the line, to the condiment table just to ask me how I am. If this happens I’ll be sure to have my cell phone in my hands.
Submitted by Daisy
Waiting for F/V train at 34th street and this freak runs down the stairs and hides behind the column and then I see why he has his gross penis out masturbating behind an AMNY paper! This was about 12 pm and the platform was not empty! There was an infant in a stroller nearby! I tried getting his face but another train came and he finally stopped. Beware ladies.
Submitted by Miss Alysia
At around 9:45pm I got on the Q train’s first/last stop at 57th Street heading to Brooklyn. The doors are all closed save for one at the end and only half of the double doors at that. This is normal. All the doors are opened just before the train leaves. It usually sits there for a while until another Q train pulls in. So I’m sitting in the car by myself next to the window reading a book when I hearing someone tapping on the window. I choose to ignore it because something tells me it is trouble. Well this person taps again and again and again. Finally I just turn my back towards the window and pretend to read because I’m nervous by now. What does this person want? The tapping persists until another guy walks in and I think this other person by my window will leave but the tapping continues.
Suddenly, all the doors open and my heart drops. A short sleepy-looking man holding a crumpled piece of newspaper in his hand walks in and sits right by me. I’m thinking that he’s probably a homeless guy asking for money until he removes that piece of newspaper and shows me his penis, hanging out of his pants. Oh so this is why he was trying to get my attention. He makes sure that the other guy, sitting not too far away, doesn’t see what he’s doing by creating a “wall” with that newspaper. I can smell the alcohol on him and he acts so nonchalant, which feeds my anger and indignation.
A few years ago a man in an old Mustang stopped me on the pretense of asking for directions so that I could see him masturbating. When he drove off I remember feeling so disgusted and victimized that I resolved never to let that happen again.
Here was a guy exposing himself to me in a similar situation. So I decided to take action. I had read about women empowering themselves in situations like these by taking pictures of the perpetrator so that gave me strength. I move so that I am sitting directly across from him and took three photos with my cellphone. I then walk quickly out of the train and break into a run to find the train conductor. I find a woman operator and explain my situation. She says something about the police not being around when you need them. I walk with the woman and point out the man with the beret holding the newspaper, who had come out since I left and she suggests I move into her train car. Moments later she comes back in and speaks into the PA system that the next stop will be 42nd Street. The train starts to move and I wonder what happened to the creep. Did the police apprehend him? Then the train operator comes back out and tells me “Thanks miss, that guy didn’t get on this train.” I am baffled. Shouldn’t more be done to stop him? I look out the window as the train pulls away and I see that same creep now sitting on a bench unbeknownst to the people around him.
All I can do is post on this blog for the whole world to see. Ladies, beware.
Submitted by Clara
Fortunately, I have a wonderful 12x zoom camera, and we spend lots of time outside with the kids.
Submitted by Kyle
I was on my way home on a very crowded #4 train. As the train pulls into the
86th train station, the man behind me creepily inches his way over to me.
Seconds later I feel something hard nudging me. I quickly whip around as the
train doors open and see him dashing out of the train car. The jerk’s face
was blocked by other people on the platform but he could not easily hide the
bulge popping out from his sweatpants. This was sadly the SECOND time a
creep on the train had done this to me and yet strangely enough, I STILL
want his crotch to shrivel up and fall off. This is just not something you
get used to. So, to all the creeps out there, BE WARNED: the next time you
pull this shit, I will chase you down the platform and you will REGRET the
day you decided not to KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
Submitted by Cathy D.