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I’m only twelve, so I get grossed out pretty easy.
As I was walking home from school one day, a man A LOT older than me stops walking as I walk past. He tries to grab me but I speed up so he misses. “I love your ass!” he calls after me.
Submitted by Fiona
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I recently returned from a trip to Turkey, where the people were, most of the time, charming and pleasant. Except for one, however.
I was at a mosque in Istanbul with my parents, and we were walking around the grounds. The mosque is on a hill, and I was standing on a ledge to get a better look of the city below. As I turned around to step off the ledge, I saw a young man with his camera cellphone out, taking a picture of me. I just walked away and joined my parents, thinking that there would be safety in numbers.
We were walking down a flight of stairs when the same young man slipped past me on my left, reached behind him, and grabbed my crotch.
Without even thinking, I punched him on the shoulder as hard as I could. My mom turned to me and said, “What did you do that for?” I told her that he grabbed me. He then had the audacity to walk past us one more time, which is when my mom and I glared at him and told him, “No.” I then held eye contact with him and gave him the finger until he looked away.
I have been the object of visual and verbal harassment before, but I’ve never been groped and it left me shaken and feeling almost guilty, just for being female and somehow attracting that kind of attention.
Submitted by Tasha.
I hopped on the downtown 6 train tonight at about 7:30. It was a very crowded car, and so of course everybody was bumping up against each other. There was an arm against my rear – or so I thought – so I moved up a couple of inches. Then, there it was again. And again. And again. Eventually I realized that it wasn’t an arm at all – it was a hand that was getting friendlier and friendlier as the train moved from 51st to 42nd. I kept turning around to give him dirty looks, but I think he took that as an invitation! The more I glared, the more the hand stayed put. When we arrived at the next stop, I moved to the far end of the car and snapped these shots. Faces of the innocent have been blurred, of course.
Submitted by Jenny.
At New York City’s barbeque festival this weekend, the guy in the yellow tee shirt came up to me—out of nowhere—and grabbed my chest, saying that his friend (the one in the orange polo) told him he’d pay him $100 if he did so. At first I laughed it off, but then got angry and realized that if he hadn’t been a drunk frat guy, I would have gone straight to the police. Anyway, I did wind up getting him kicked out of the park, but I’d like to share this perv’s photo with the world. Thanks!
Submitted by Rachel.
In a pub in Dublin, Ireland (where I’m from) and myself and some of my sassy friends are out having a bit of a girl’s night. After much unsuccessful attempts to have a good time anywhere else, we went to our usual pub in the city centre. Walking down a few steps to the bar and some guy grabs my ass... so I caught his hand and put him up against the nearest post with my other hand on his throat and into his face asked what the hell he thought he was doing. He, the brave little hero he was denied it was his hand that had grabbed me – they always do that! So anyway, I shouted at him for a bit, then kindly let him go…
Later that same night, my friend was walking by a guy who put his hand up her skirt… so she boxed him in the face. His girlfriend saw all this and demanded the keys from him. He was sleeping in the rain that night.
Submitted by Ida.
I’m from Bangalore,India.This is what happened to me a week ago…
I got onto the bus and found myself an empty seat. I sat by the window and put my bag next to me. I was in a good mood and sleepy. The BMTC buses have ladies seats in front of the bus(about 4 rows) and the rest are for men(about 10 rows)..an injustice thats beyond my power to rectify! Anyhow..so I’m sitting in a Ladies seat and suddenly this huge man comes and sits right next to me. The bus is quite empty and he still sits next to me! When there r plenty of seats available. Still my bag prevented any body contact. Soon he asked me to remove my bag so that he can sit properly…I said why don’t u go behind? He’s like..No I’m comfortable here…and kept looking in front…so I thought maybe he’s sick and will get off soon…But was still uneasy and got strange(bad)vibes from him. Keeping the bag on my lap I bought popcorn and munched to prevent myself from falling asleep…
I was looking outside the window and suddenly I felt something warm on the side of my right thigh. He had been sitting with a package on his lap and his hand were hidden below it..and it cut off my vision..I didn’t want to be haste so I slowly moved my thigh and was shocked to see his thick fingers touching my thigh! I mean what the fuck did he get out of it? I yelled ” Why you touching me!??” and he got so scared and shifted with half his ass still on my seat! I said “what’s wrong with you??” He literally jumped and sat opposite staring at me with a frightened look and scared eyes. He sat next to another girl. I was seething with rage..I shook my head and looked away. Then I turned back to yell at him..before he did something to her.. // <![CDATA[
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written by Rohini, Bangalore.
During a weekend visit to Paris (my first), my friends and I patronized the depicted establishment called the Frog and Princess in St Germain des Pres. It was all fun and fine, we were dancing, drinking, and having a good time until I needed to go to the bathroom. Upon my return, I had to make my way through a tightly packed bar area and noticed sort of uncomfortably that it was the ultimate sausage fest. I had to squeeze myself against and through bodies and bodies of young, drunk males. I had almost made it out of the thicket when I felt a smarting slap on my ass. I stopped and turned around only to see a group of young men pretending not to notice me until the douchebag who appeared to be the perpetrator (due to his convenient butt-slapping position in the crowd) and his friends started cracking smiles and laughing. I couldn’t think of anything nasty to say in French so I just gave the jerk my big fat fucking middle finger right in his face, turned around (w/o butt grab this time) and fought my way back to my friends. Upon being informed of the offensive incident, they said sympathetically, “Welcome to Paris.” It appears that the French need a bigger overhaul of their society than they ever expected. Watch out, there might be a Holla Back Paris!
written by Anna.
First, I’m SO glad to see a site like this! I hate being harassed, by men and women both. It’s degrading and insulting, and for me started when I was eight. But this one is about my first truly awful experience.
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