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I was on the bus going to work around 7:30. Its a free route around the PSU campus. This man in front of me was wearing white shorts and looking at porn on his phone. It was this woman being banged from behind. He started to get an extremely visible hard on. I started to feel sick and looked away. The other people on the bus were two other women. I couldn’t get off. I needed to get to work on time. He was wearing sunglasses so I have no idea if he was looking at anyone. I was trying to look away anyways. Eventually the other women noticed I think but they were blocked from direct view. The bus driver didn’t know. I was so scared since he separated me from the other passengers and the bus driver. Eventually he gets up to get off. It was almost like he was making sure he was hard when he stood up. The other women exited the bus at the front and he got off the side. I ran to the front of the bus and just started walking to my building. I think he went into the building behind me and then I looked back in a bit and he was crossing into another building.
I didn’t know what to do. I’m glad it was 8am and not 8pm. I want to feel safe using public transportation in my area. I don’t want to feel violated in public.
I grew up in a house of 4 brothers plus my father. Being the only female was never any different to me because my father raised us all to be equal and everything my brothers did, I could too. Things are so much different when you grow up and introduced to the real world. Today I was downtown shopping with my friend and while she was distracted shopping I was looking around and unfortunately caught sight of two young males. They were undressing me with their eyes and talking things to me that I couldn’t make out because of how nervous I was. They kept at it and I couldn’t look them in the eye and give them a dirty look, like I am now used to doing. I didn’t tell my friend and I couldn’t even look at the people who had witnessed it. I got home and cried because I was so ashamed. I felt ashamed that I couldn’t stick up for myself like my dad and brothers had taught me.
So I was at the local county fair last year with a couple of my friends. One of my friends had to meet her mom by the entrance so that she could get her sweater. We were standing by the entrance waiting for her mom when this older man, probably in his 50s or 60s walks up right up to me and says very creepily, “You’re really hot.” I froze at that moment then walked closer to my friend to get away from him. I didn’t know what to say because I was so freaked out. Then he said, “What, now you’re walking away from me?” Then, just at that moment, my friend’s mom pulled up and we jumped in her car. I was so scared and freaked out because he singled me out like that. I was so afraid that we would see him again in the fair and I was paranoid the rest of the day. The worst part is that my friends had to tell everyone what happened!
Smelly drunk guy decided to take advantage of the super-packed bus to rub himself against my butt. I didn’t feel like I could speak up because I was scared that the other passengers wouldn’t support me, since there were no other women in the immediate area.
Travelling on a public coach in the daytime down the highway, I look out the window at a car driving in the next lane. The male driver (who can only see my head) catches my eye and makes a masturbatory gesture with his hand until we drive out of sight. I feel, as usual, totally helpless. That day on my way to the bus, I had already been cussed out on the sidewalk as a ‘bitch’ by another male stranger, while walking past him (in broad daylight, fully dressed). Last time I was out of town and crossing a street (again in broad daylight, fully dressed), two men in a car driving by threw a liquid out of their window and all over me, then watched my reaction in their car mirrors. I just want to be able to travel without experiencing verbal, gestural or physical assaults on my confidence and my person. I would characterise these as sexual in nature because it is males on their own insulting a young woman on her own.
I cut through a mini park six feet away from a main street, at 7:30 in the morning, to catch a bus, towing a suitcase. This apparently is enough provocation for a man on a bench nearby, who looks the worse for wear, to issue a steady stream of abuse until I am out of sight, most of which I miss but which clearly includes the word ‘bitch’. It is broad daylight, in a public place, and I am dressed from head to foot. Even if it was night, an alley, and a miniskirt, I am not a bitch.
More times than I can count I’ve been walking in Seattle and been yelled at from cars by men. Things like “how much are you?” and “I’d ride that all day.” My style varies and I’ve been yelled at like this in a dress with tights, jeans and a tshirt, and short skirts. It doesn’t matter what I dress like or the fact that I’m a full-figured woman; men just assume that I am a commodity to be bought. But I’m not.
I work very early in the morning and I occasionally take the bus rather than walking to work if I’m running late. This morning I was waiting for the bus, reading a book and two men walked up to the bus stop. They got very close to me and told me I was beautiful and moved closer. I told them to fuck off and they walked away. Then they came back and told me I was still beautiful. I told them if they didn’t leave me alone I would call the police. They laughed and told me it isn’t a crime to look at a beautiful woman. I told them no, to stop and to leave me alone. They finally left but not before calling me a bitch and yelling fuck you a lot.
When I was a freshman in high school, a large group of older boys at school thought that the most hilarious running joke would be proclaiming their love to me over and over again. It did not help that I was physically mature for my age. On Valentine’s Day, they sent me over 30 carnations in front of my whole class. I did not know what to do besides laugh along with everyone else, while secretly feeling uncomfortable. Girls are taught through pop culture that a boy harassing them out of passion is a dear proclamation of love, and should be yielded to tenderly. What these boys were really doing was asserting their male power at my expense, and continuously belittling me in an academic setting. I was an intelligent student who was remembered for my boobs.
One day, my best friend came over to have a movie marathon with me. Since I was inside, I felt comfortable wearing a pair of thighs and a fringed shirt.We ran out of water, so we decided to go and buy another bottle. I felt too lazy about changing attire,and since it was extremely hot outside,I didn’t see any problem in wearing those clothes. At the market, two men, late teens-early 20’s looking, were waiting behind us at the cashier.They started to point at my behind, laughing and making inappropriate remarks about my body. I was just doing what I do whenever I am verbally harassed, smiling and ignoring the harasser, acting like I don’t give a damn. In reality, I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I kept on pointing at food and telling my friend how much I like this and that, pretending I was unaware of them.I thought my friend didn’t notice,but when we walked out of the shop, she half-jokingly told me to dress up properly when I’m hanging out with her, or else she will pretend that she “doesn’t know me”. I was shocked that she wasn’t siding with me in the slightest. And the worst thing in this whole situation was that I was barely 13 back then. I was harsh with myself for wearing an outfit that wasn’t even supposed to be deemed as sexual. Happenings like these are why I want to end slut-shaming.