I was walking from my college to a Taco Bell down the street, and this guy shouted out of his car window “Suck my dick!!” Obviously my first response was to chase him down so that I could blow him.
On a regular basis i have felt a sense of someone watching me in my bedroom . The person always leaves some sort of signal such as a flashing light switching on and of everytime i enter the room. I have tried to ignore it but this along with the occasional artefact left outside of my house is becoming increasingly creepy .
Ladies, I encourage you to find safe and constructive ways of regaining control of street harassment situations. Today, I off the cuff took back control over mine. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but walking past a construction site, I heard from loudly behind me, “Damn girl, you’re looking fiiiiinnnnnne today!” And turned around to see some smug, smirking little prick in a hardhat and vest seemingly proud of his verbal harassment. I pulled out my phone, pretended to take a picture of him (my photo album was 100% full, but he didn’t know that) and said, “Thanks for the pic, I’m going to report you today.” and waved at him, “too-doo-loo”-style like an asshole and calmly continued walking to my destination.
Although I wasn’t actually able to report him to the company without a picture, the fact that I had flipped the situation on him and invaded HIS privacy made ME personally feel empowered.
I’m often in a very happy state of being, and I desire to help others, unless you’re a street harasser. Then, I seem to see red and harass the offender by following him and questioning his purpose in life. And yelling. Lots of yelling….it worked though. He was awful shy when up close, saying things like “You betta not touch me!” Of course I would not touch him. As soon as the security guard came to chase him off, he went right back to shouting “Fuck you, bitch!”
In the end, I hope he thinks before he goes after women again. They might just go after him, and some might be even more severe than me.
I was on campus at PCC Sylvania writing in a notebook when a guy who had been following me for a while sat down next to me. He asked me if I wanted to do romantic things with him like “eat pizza or have sex”. He would not go away despite my lying that I have a boyfriend. He grabbed my hand and I was really scared he would get violent. I did not feel safe at my own school today. I washed my hands many times when I got home. :/ I hate harassment.
Cat calls on the regular route from walk to home and return. Everyday for the past one year
I was on a crowded subway on a school field trip where everyone was shoulder to shoulder. I felt a purse pushed up against my butt for a few minutes. It was uncomfortable so I tried to push it away a little and then I realized that it was somebody’s hand cupping my butt. I was immediately horrified but then the train stopped and almost everyone exited the train. I was left alone with my class too embarrassed to tell anyone. It was months before I even told my best friend.
Man got up in my face and asked if I “was having a good evening, since I was a pretty young thing.” Backed off after I offered no response.
Guy made kissing sounds
When going out in public, I will get harassed if I’m alone about 90% of the time. Tonight, I was running Favors on my motorcycle, which is one of my jobs, and I not only watched other women get cat calls, but I’d get men hanging out of their cars and yelling nonsense like “Puuuussssyy!!”, making kissing noises, etc. Whenever possible, I’ve turned to them and said “Darlin’, that doesn’t even make any sense”. And it works. They back peddle. It’s bizarre.
Tonight, I walked up to a stranger and asked him if he knew of a coffee shop nearby that was still open. He proceeded to say “Baby, you lookin’ to drink some coffee? I know exactly where you should go”, asked if he could get coffee with me, said yes he knew of a place, and then was not really able to tell me where it was, or the name, or anything actually useful. Eventually, I walked away from him saying “I guess you can’t help me. Thank you though. ” He then proceeded to ask me for a dollar. When I shook my head, he started to say “I hope you crash on your motorcycle” “I hope you die” “I hope you get hurt.” I turned around, and said “That doesn’t even make any sense. First, you hit on me, ask me out for coffee, and now you wish me bad luck? What the hell are you talking about?” He then went on to shout random compliments at me, saying ” I hope God blesses you”, “I hope the angels smile upon you.”, “I love you”, etc, etc. When he started to walk up to me and reach towards me, I ended up doing something that I thought was the best idea at the time: I pulled out my phone, and said “I’m going to have to call the police on you darling if you come any closer to me.” He stopped, turned around, and walked away. It actually worked!