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Today after work (around 6pm) my friend and I stopped at the awesome churro truck that is usually parked on Echo Park ave just south of Sunset blvd. We’re standing at the window, and right as my friend is placing her order a man comes up to me and kisses my hair. When I jump back and yell, “what the fuck!?” he starts to laugh. He says, “I scared you didn’t I?” I got really upset and started yelling at him to get away from me. My friend stepped in between us and told him to get away from me. He started yelling back at us that he didn’t touch me. We turn our backs to him, and he starts to walk away. But as he is walking away he starts yelling, “if I ever see you again I’m gonna fuck you up!” He yelled it multiple times as he walked towards Sunset Blvd.
Hollaback LA where are you!?
I get verbally harassed daily on my walk to work, which is from Civic Center to an office in SOMA. Usually they do things like say “Hey baby!”, smack their lips or make kiss-y noises.
Today, a man was walking towards me and I moved left on the sidewalk to give him room. As he passes, he yells “BOO!!” right in my ear.
Why? Because I’m a young woman, Asian, by myself?? I’m just trying to get to work and knowing that I have to walk through street harassment every day is taking its toll. I am thinking of leaving my job just to work in a better neighborhood.
My frıend and I were out night clubbing in Istanbul. Next thing we wake up in a taxi on a freeway, obviously leaving Istanbul. There were 2 other men in the taxi. I started screaming and yelling; asking where are we going etc and they all just yelled in Turkish. I continued yelling and finally the driver pulled over. My friend opened the door and we ran, kept on running until we felt like we were safe. We had no idea where we were. Luckily we bumped into some security guard that had a hut on the freeway and they called the police.
While out with my sisters, I bumped into a guy that one of my sisters used to work with. He was with another guy friend of his and he stopped me and said hi, so we all chatted for a few minutes. This was outside in the smoking area in front of the bar, so back inside, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, my sister was talking to the guys at the bar. When I came over, the guys friend said, “Hey, who’s your friend with the nice tits?” and pointed right at me, while I was standing there.
Compared to others’ stories, this isn’t really that bad. But it still served the purpose…I was embarrassed and degraded, because that guy succeeded in reducing me to my sexual attributes. That’s the most frustrating part of the harassment, how dehumanizing it is. Yeah, maybe I am a girl with nice tits, but I’m also a person with thoughts and feelings, who deserves respect.
I’m a female of 20 years of age and I am quite attractive in the sexual senses. On July 25th 2011 I was taking the last 97 bus home from the downtown club scene when a really creepy man started hitting on me and groping me in inappropriate ways. This was like another time when an older man was jacking off in the back of the bus and staring at all the people in the front. Anyway, he wouldn’t stop being rude and obnoxious and by the time I got off at my stop he followed me and was getting worse. He told me to follow him into a nearby bush to have sex with him but I told him to go away. Eventually bad got to worse and he started groping me and I had to call the cops who didn’t show up. I called my boyfriend and he showed up and saved me from what could have been an act of sexual molestation.
I was walking on the road beside the river with my father to get back to our car, and since we had both just gotten off, we were still in our swimming trunks and life jackets. Now, I would think that baggy swim shorts and a bulky life jacket wouldn’t be too sexually appealing, but it doesn’t matter to some. A truck drove by and a group of three twenty- something guys drove past wolf whistling and yelling “Nice ass!” My Father simply yelled “Thank you!” and kept walking. I’m glad that he made a joke out of it, but I was still a bit freaked out. It was frightening to me not that this happened, because I have been harassed before, but that they would be so crass to me in front of my Father. I had always assumed that the presence of a male would protect me, but I am not so sure anymore.
I am sitting on a street car with my roommate, both of us women in our early twenties, recounting our day, and a man stands in the aisle behind us. The streetcar is nearly full, but not packed.
The man’s crotch grazes my arm. I suspect this is accidental, caused by the movement of the car and shift inwards a little, but the man continues to cause his crotch to make contact with my bare arm as the streetcar creeps to our destination. I shift so far inwards, that I am pressed against my roommate and twisted half sideways. She realizes what is happening and looks at the man disdainfully, he walks further down the streetcar.
I intermittently experience male sexual aggression on public transit in Toronto, making me feel like the Streetcar, the Subway and the Bus are all male spaces where I am not welcome or safe. Trapped in the small, confined cars as they move along streets and tunnels I almost never feel safe enough to say or do anything about it.
I was walking towards the courtyard of my office building in the middle of downtown. I spot two people, one man and one woman, sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard. I continue towards the building entrance and I notice that the man was angry with the woman. The woman was sitting very straight faced but looking away from him. He was inches from her face spitting as he spoke something I couldn’t quite understand until I got closer. He made eye contact with me as I was about to pass him “…I’d fuck that bitch…” (gesturing towards me). I was instantly angry. I was angry for her and myself. He was objectifying me AND her most likely. I thought I’d keep walking without creating a scene. But as I was about to go inside, I stopped. I turned around and in a defensive tone I yelled “EXCUSE ME?”. The man turned around to look at me, confused. I said “You don’t talk to me like that! You don’t say things like that to a woman.” He was shocked and began to mutter “Sorry, ma’am..” but I interrupted and hollered “Go fuck yourself!” and made my way to work.
We have a security guard at the front but he must not have noticed the incident. I walked past him and up the elevator to my office. I walked inside and looked out the window to the man and woman. She appeared to be fighting back now. A co-worker asked me what happened and I told him. He told me to inform the security guard. I went back downstairs and let the guard know there was a gentleman outside making lewd comments to young women passing by. He told me he’d take care of it and call the cops if he had to. I said it was all right. A couple female co-workers entered the building at that point and asked me if I was alright and relaxed me.
One of them told me I shouldn’t have responded to the man, saying he could have had a knife or weapon. I just thought to myself that I’d rather fight and stick up for myself then allow myself to be objectified and used.
Security came to tell me that he had kicked the man off the property and I wasn’t afraid to walk back to my car after work.
I was on my way back from the cinema with a (male) friend and were just getting to the Triangle. It was a Saturday night and there were a lot of rowdy drunks on the streets. I started to feel slightly apprehensive as I’ve been verbally harassed on the Triangle under the same circumstances before. There were a few men outside Illusions and as we got there one of them jumped up and blocked our path. He let my friend through but continued to block my way, forcing me into the road to try and get by. After this didn’t work I tried to get back on the pavement and firmly said “Let me get through”. He ignored this at which point my friend realised what was going on and came back for me. Apparently wishing to avoid an altercation the man begrudgingly let me get by. We walked away to the sound of him and his friends laughing at this hilarity.
I’m grateful my friend was with me because the man did not seem like he’d be willing to let me through otherwise and I don’t know what might have happened. It makes me angry that I need to be chaperoned in a city I love so much.
Today is the gay pride festival in Amsterdam, which is widely celebrated! But every year it gets used as an excuse to party and get drunk, and not as a celebration of acceptance and lgbtq’s. So the vibes on this day are never that great, but I decided to go out for an evening stroll anyway. I wanted to go out for 15 minutes or so, but I returned after 5, because in those 5 minutes I had been made to feel like shit.
I walked past a square where a party had just ended so it was emptying out. First a group of boys walked past me, way too close for it to be acceptable, and made a comment to me in French. FIFTEEN meters further a man in his late 20s came up to me, and started asking me why I was looking so angry and where I was going to. I felt pretty uncomfortable and annoyed, but I didn’t dare to tell him to just leave me alone. So I just answered his questions vaguely, while he made some pretty sexist comments to me. He claimed that if he could get a good look at me, he would be able to see if I was a lesbian, which disgusted me even more. After a couple of minutes I cut the conversation short and headed back to my house. One minute later, a thirty year old man said something about me being hot, and that he wanted to take me home. All of this happened in a distance of 200 meters.
In the day time street harassment doesn’t occur much here, but at night it can be pretty bad, this was just one of the many examples, ranging from rude comments to being followed. And the worst part? I’m 15.