Assault, Stalking, Verbal

Were Those Guys Talking About Raping Me, or Was I Imagining Things?

Last night I was coming home around midnight after a study marathon and having all kinds of fun experiences with leering guys on the subway. It was like “Creepy Man Stare at Lauri” Day or something. My outfit was eye-catching — a flowery dress that ended mid-thigh, tights, and corduroy jacket — but not immodest. Basically it showed off my legs. Anyway, I get off at my stop in Astoria and these two guys behind me start talking about rape. Now, I can’t be 100% sure about the exact content of their conversation, but it seemed that one of the guys was trying to convince the other guy that raping women was, you know, a bad thing. All the while, the avenue is barren. I’m getting a little bit concerned. “Why are they talking about this behind a woman who’s walking by herself at midnight?” I wondered. “That’s not so polite.”

When I got to my house, one of the guys yelled out, “I’ll get you next time.” Now, was he yelling to his friend, or to me? I don’t know. All I know is that now I feel even more threatened in my already leering-loving neighborhood, and will have to buy some mace. Great.

Astoria needs some serious street harrassment awareness training.

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Assault, Verbal

It’s so Hard to Find Good Help These Days

I am 15 right now, and at the time of this “incident” I was 14. The scene is just out in downtown Darien, Connecticut, which is a pretty safe state if I do say so myself. I was waiting on a bench right next to a family restaurant FULL of people, while my friends left to go to a Starbucks not 50 yards away. While I was sitting and waiting for my parents to pick me up, I noticed two “gentlemen” come up to me. They said a few sentences, but all I managed to get out was “Are you alright? You sure look alright. You want us to wait with you?” All the while they kept leering at me and smiling, and I could tell they were smashed. I just kept saying “I’m fine, I’m okay” until they crossed the street. I immediately went to go to my friends at the Starbucks and I said “Those drunk guys were hitting on me” to which a guy friend of mine responded “Those weren’t just any drunk guys, those were firemen!”

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Assault, Verbal

Another Marriage Proposal with No Ring

This dude’s a professsional menu distribution associate for the reputable Carribean Flavors Restaurant. His office is near the Bryant Park Subway entrance. I passed him this morning, hands full of heavy luggage. Refusing the handout, and motioning to my unfree hands I simply state,”No Thank You.” He irritatingly continues to try to poke menus into my forearm. Then he pursued me down a few steps of the subway entrance getting really close to my face and leaning in,”Marry me!” I put down my bag and grabbed my cell phone, he protests, “No. Why are you taking my picture? Oh oh, I see you want my picture so that you can go home and wack off to it.” Which is exactly what I am doing right now with my free hand (notice I am not on the subway, but in the privacy of my home enjoying my right to safely self pleasure) I want to thank Caribbean Flavors for serving up spicy delicious food and also my new favorite wack off material.

-Lauren

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Assault, Verbal

Nothing Gets Between Me and my Culottes

I was waiting on the corner of Lindbrook and Westwood near UCLA and a middle aged man tapped me on my shoulder and informed me that he was trying to tell me something. I had been busy talking with my friend so I hadn’t heard him so I asked him what he had to say.
him: “I like your culottes*. I really dig your culottes.”
* culottes are cropped pants
me: “oh thank you.”
him: “yeah. I really like your culottes. I want to get between them and your thighs
me: “what?” with a look of utter astonishment on my face.
him: “Think about that while you take your bath tonight.”
at which point the light changed and my friend and I crossed the street to get away from him. I was stunned and disturbed by that exchange. Luckily I haven’t seen him since.

written by Tru, Los Angeles CA

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Assault, Verbal

You can’t judge the harasser by the dog


Here’s another kind of street harasser who happens to harass by stopping people from entering their buildings when they come back home. This man blocked me physically, and when I tried to get around him he blocked me again. He started to shout my address and flat floor over and over again; I did not answer him. I tried to go away and I told him to let me go. After 2 or 3 minutes he let me go. I never met him before.

- Ty

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Assault, Verbal

Paws off

Last week, a dirty old man grabbed my arm and said “There’s a nice pussy.”

- Ann, New York City

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Assault, Verbal

WWASS (What would Annie Sprinkle say)?


I was waiting for the bus when five guys walked past me, talking loudly amongst themselves about my ass. It wasn’t until they turned around and came back toward me that I noticed they were carrying a camera.

“Hey! We’re asking women with fine asses what they think of porn? Do you like porn? Hey! Do you like porn?”

I gave the offending teenage boys my patented “shutdown look” (which is an effective mix of scorn and pity) and snapped this pic– notice their camera in the background. It was so satisfying to capture this assholery!

- Ann, New York City

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Assault, Verbal

Hawaii: At Least the Palm Trees don’t Harass

In waikiki: Pointing to my midriff section, the guy on the left tells the two other boys to look: he says “I like whats going on down there” I pulled out my cam and asked these fine gentlemen if I could snap a pic. Obviously not very photogenic, they cant refuse. A third one comes up and asks if anyone can get me to stop smiling, its just too much for him.

submitted by Kristen.

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Assault, Verbal

Spread ‘em

So i’m at this bar Lolita (should have KNOWN better) at broome and allen streets in the lower east side. i go downstairs to find the bathroom and see three guys in line so i ask the guy closest to me if it’s a co-ed bathroom so i don’t waste my time waiting for the men’s room. He turns around, flashes a cool-aid smile and says “yeah, it’s moving pretty fast though baby”. i think to myself, okay nice happy guy. Of course i barely had that thought in my head for two minutes when he took the opportunity to destroy it. he turns around again and says “you can come in with me if you spread ‘em!!”. Before I could register the extremely high disgust factor of what he just said, he started going on and on about how good his “aim” was, which no matter how you slice it or even if you understand it, is beyond disturbing. BUT, I let him keep going just so i had time to reach for my phone and fumbled around in the dark for the camera option so i could take this asshole’s picture. Then i told him “no thanks, i’ll wait the extra few minutes” and I was about to snap him when he laughed and said “you’re not taking my picture are you….is this for one of thoooooose websites”. What I should have said was “what websites? one SUCH AS the amazing hollabacknyc.com where you can post up absolutely revolting comments that expose people like you, with your face to take the credit?” but instead I only got the back of his head when he was going into the bathroom. But considering what his face looked like, he’s lucky this is the shot going up.

- Phoebe

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Assault

Water Pistols? Seriously, Boys…..

Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture.
I was walking to a meeting when I heard some shouting. This being a crowded sidewalk in NYC, I ignored it because surely they weren’t yelling at me. Simultaneously I felt a drip of water. But being that this was the City in the summer, I assumed it was the air conditioning, and continued on. Once again, I felt a more direct spray of water, and when I turned around there were two men in a garbage truck…with water guns. These jackasses actually sprayed me with a water gun to get my attention! When I turned around they started shouting and making obscene gestures.
This made me wonder…what would happen if the women of NYC carried around water guns full of say, vinegar, or maybe some terrible cologne, to use on these kind of obnoxious men?

Posted by Jennifer

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