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I honestly wish that I had taken my cell phone camera out to snap this creep asshole’s picture and made a big scene. Anyhow last night at around 11ish I was coming back to Brooklyn on the J train from Manhattan after meeting a group of friends, usually when I’m on the J I either text my friends or I look at the ads I try not to look at anyone on the train. Anyhow my stop was about to come up and so I got up and I quickly looked at the guy who was sitting across from me and I noticed he had his penis out and was playing with himself. At that point I was really shocked I was about to call my friend to loudly let her know what was going on but my stop came up and I quickly darted out of the subway car. Usually at my stop on the J line there are cops around but last night there weren’t any, I saw an MTA worker and I let him know what was going on but he ignored me.
Submitted by Amy
a film by Jonah Levy
EW! I was on the F train sitting with my boyfriend and reading a book,
and a guy in a cargo jacket was standing across from me with his arms
crossed. When we arrived at our stop, I put my book away and saw the
man holding a small camera aimed at me with his arms still crossed,
and as I got closer to him to leave the train, I saw the lens retract
into the body of the camera, and he tucked it away in one of his cargo
pockets. I felt victimized, violated, and STUPID. But thankfully I was
wearing a skort with tights. I wish I’d wrestled the camera out of his
hand or said something to him but I felt so scared and didn’t want to
make a scene. I should have taken a picture but I froze.
Submitted by Jessica
I was visiting my youngest sister in Orlando (at the time, she was 19 and I was 23) and we went to a sports bar to watch a basketball game. Side note: I always knew she got loads of unwanted attention because she’s extremely busty, but I never witnessed it to the extent of that night.
Anyway, the two of us were sitting in a booth, watching the game and minding our own business. She grew uncomfortable because a group of rowdy guys had taken up spots at the bar, which was behind me so I couldn’t see, and they were leering at her. After a few minutes, one of the asshats has the nerve to approach our table, and what transpired next absolutely floored me: he giggled and asked my sister, “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be forward, but how big are your boobs? If I’m right my friend will buy my drinks for me.” My sister and I just sat there dumbfounded, so he kindly repeated his question as though she hadn’t heard him.
I was appalled. I said, “are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck are you? Is this how you try to approach girls? Do you even know how old she is, you asshole!” He got very nervous and started stammering, “I’m sorry, I, I, didn’t mean to be rude, b-b-but I wanted to know.” I said, “that’s none of your damn business. She’s 19 years old, you fucking loser, and she’s my little sister! Do you have a girlfriend? No, well I’m not surprised because you’re a piece of shit.”
The jerk had the nerve to continue defending himself as my sister sat there, red-faced. I said, “you don’t go round to random girls and asking about their boob size. Learn some fucking manners!” He then skulked back to his table, muttering, as his friends laughed like hyenas. To top things off, he sent a round of beers over to our table, as an “apology,” which we left, untouched.
The saddest part of all of this is that my sister said such incidents were (and continue to be, to this day) a regular occurrence for her, and usually her friends just laughed it off instead of coming to her defense. Do NOT laugh this behavior off! It is appalling. Ladies, we must stick up for ourselves! This kind of attention is NOT A COMPLIMENT!
Submitted by Lauren
And so we advertise to sustain the revolution:
There’s something about dating girls that makes everyone walking down the street want to tell you exactly how they feel about your relationship. If you’re hot, they comment. If they think one of you is hot and one is not, they comment. If they think your lifestyle is fucking disgusting and you should rot in hell, they comment.
In this particular example a girl I was dating and I were getting some late night food from a Mexican cart on 14th street. We were holding hands and looking a little drunkenly doe-eyed when all of a sudden my ladyfriend bolts towards these two gentlemen saying “What did you say? Are you talking to me?” She is a take-no-shit kind of girl and scared the living shit out of them. Their tails quickly went under their legs and they shut their traps.
I never actually heard what they said (it was in Spanish, her first language and one that I don’t speak) and honestly didn’t care too. This kind of harassment happens so often in the lesbian community the exact words never matter. It’s the idea that you are constantly being watched with eyes of lust and hatred (and sometimes fasicination by the tourists) that is what hurts. It is also what makes girls like my ladyfriend on-call bad ass superheroes.
Submitted by Emily
On Monday afternoon, I was getting off the train at the Clark St station in Brooklyn (2/3) when I was walking up the stairs from a subway platform, a man lifted my dress and when I jumped up quick, he tried to hold on to my ankle. I screamed and he ran down the stairs and got on the train. I called the police and was told that there wasn’t much that they could do…
Scared the hell out of me.
Submitted by Suzy
Caught in the act of LAME.