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“I get harassed 100 times a day. I tried everything to stop it but it doesn’t stop. I wear loose clothes, I don’t wear make up, I spend more than an hour in front of the mirror everyday thinking of ways to hide my body. I walk home everyday. It only takes me 15 minutes, I cross the bridge. It is usually very loud and busy, but that does not stop men from approaching girls, any girl, good looking or bad looking, covered or not.
I remember so many scary harassments. There was this guy who followed me and suddenly grabbed my bottom in front of everyone. I screamed but he ran away and no one interfered. Once I was shopping with my father and aunt, and this guy kept staring at me and blowing me kisses. My dad shouted at him and started hitting him. I think men are doing this because they are jobless and have no manners.”
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Ok. I was on the #5 out of the city of course during rush hour today. The train was late… late and really crowded. It was such a beautiful day and I had a really nice new skirt on because I met a potential bf for lunch. Oh wait I’m 16 and doing an internship by grand central … so I’m used to business guys bumping me and perving on me. No biggie. This was way over the edge.
So I’m getting on the train and I see this guy like REALLY staring at me in a scary kind of way. No biggie. I get on. I am almost one of the last to get on and this guy literally pushes in right behind me. There was NO where to go. NO big deal. Well he’s behind me and I feel him pushing his crotch against me. I try to move but I can’t. I’m like 5’2″ and this guy was big. Now I can actually feel his dick getting hard on the back of my skirt so I elbow him!! No reaction. HE was like an animal. So I try to move away again and there is no way. NO one noticed either.
This is the worst part. He gets up like with his grill right in my ear and is like, “MMM BAbby u smell so good.” AND he smelled SOOO bad. I was sooo scared I think I would have fell down if he wasn’t jammed up on my back. They called the stop and then he really started jamming his thing on me. I am small so I felt it all the way from my ass to like half way up my back. Right before we got to the stop he was all in my ear like, “You like it you little bitch.” Then we stopped and he like basically ran off the train with a ton of other people. I was so scared and the great new skirt I had had fucking cum all over the back of it and there was gross smelly spit in my hair. I was soo pissed and trembling I felt like I got raped.
I just want share because I know this probably wasn’t his first time on this train and I think he is going to like rape somebody. I he was like 6 feet and pretty big guy maybe like 30. I was too scared to take his picture. Sorry this was so long but I was horrified and I am never taking that train alone again. I will kill that scumbag if I ever see him again.
Submitted by Anonymous
There was a guy who kept pressing his crotch really firmed into my butt on the 1 train, last week at 5:30pm. I couldn’t tell if the train was really THAT crowded and every time I looked behind me to see if there was anyone behind him, his grill was all up in my face so I couldn’t see. I was so mad I didn’t speak up and shout, “Stop pressing your dick into my butt, you f’ing perv!” I’m on the lookout for him so I can stick a sharp metal pole up his butt when I see him next.
Submitted by Kathy
Today, at about 9 AM, I was coming out of the subway: the 6 train headed downtown, coming up the stairs out of the City Hall/BK Bridge stop.
Going up the stairs, pervert was filming up my skirt. I wouldn’t have noticed had he not reached up for a tug at my panties.
He was wearing typical business attire (so he blends right in with the suits around her in the financial district.) He had two white ear pieces, a black cloth material briefcase hanging off his left shoulder, and a camera (tiny and professional looking) in his left hand.
Once I realized what was going on, he slipped around me and tried to get away. I gave chase. I followed this man for BLOCKS. Around corners, inbetween cars, through traffic. I was trying to get a pic, but we were moving so fast, it was no use. MY FEET ARE BLOODY from the chase. I was determined not to let him get away.
I call 911 and tell them what cross street I’m at, tell the operator what happened, could she send help. She informs me that unless I stop and give her a specific street address, she cannot send me any help. ARE YOU SERIOUS???? I tell her if I do that, he will get away. She says, “That’s up to you” with a tone indicating that she really couldn’t care any less about my emergency.
After another 3 blocks, I see a police car. I flag them down, tell them quickly what happened, by this time I’m very upset and agitated. They pull over, SLOWLY get out of the car. I point out the gentleman. The male cop sees him and STROLLS DOWN THE BLOCK TOWARDS HIM, meanwhile, the perv is high tailing it around the block. The cops says to me, “Oh, is that him turning the corner there? Hmm.” And THEY DO NOTHING!! THEY MAKE NO ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND HIM. They stroll to the corner, look around, look at each other and say, “Yeah, he probably ran into a building. But you’re ok, right? We have a description. We will circulate it.” We walk past another cop who asks what happens. The cops I’m with tell him. He stares at me, mouth agap, and says, “Are you serious? Aw, well, don’t let it ruin your day.” And smiles at me. He smiled at me.
That’s pretty much when I lost it. My face crumpled right there and I couldn’t help but cry. I walked back to my office in tears. Being attacked, violated, and then being dismissed by the police was too much. I’m furious.
I’m surprised at just how offended and violated I feel. I have no idea how long he was taping me for, if has film of my face, I don’t know what’s going to happen to that film. And I can’t believe the police watched him walk away. I would just like my story to get out, so others can know what women go through when they do go through the trouble of reporting these attacks. Maybe something will be done so the next time a woman runs through the streets, crying, and pleading for help, the police will actually help.
Submitted by Anonymous
I was groped at around 2:30pm today on 8th St and Broadway near NYU. I was coming out of the subway when this man was walking towards me on Broadway. As I move to walk around him he grabbed my ass. I screamed and grabbed my phone to take a pic and he says: “I’m glad you got a pic of me but you bumped into me 1st”…. wtf? So that’s his skewed justification? Watch out for this man!
Submitted by Jess
Like half of the US population, my friends and I went to see Batman its opening day. The theater was crammed with people, almost every seat filled, so I didn’t mind that much when someone I didn’t know sat down next to me.
When the movie was over and the credits started rolling I stood up, when I felt something brush against my ass. I shrugged it off as an accident, but then it happened again, but with some actual grabbing action. I spun around to look at the guy, but he had already begun to walk down the aisle. My guy friends (all six of them) didn’t notice.
After the movie, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the same guy I had suspected– and now know– touched my ass earlier. He was in his early thirties, bald, and very, very repulsive. Then he actually grabbed my hand, pushed something into it, winked, and ran off into the crowd. I was so shocked that this perv had the nerve to touch me, I froze. Scrawled on this piece of popcorn bag were the words, “You’ve got a tight ass. Let’s fuck.” Complete with phone number.
Did I mention I’m only 17 years old?
When I finally got a hold of myself, I told my friends, who promptly started looking for this asshole, but the security guard said it was probably a fake number. We dropped it after that, but I was so angry and violated I did something: I enrolled myself in self defense classes.
Next time an asshole decides to grab my ass, he’ll be dealing with a broken nose and burst ear drums.
Submitted by Tori
Yesterday morning, as I was on my way to Brooklyn, I encountered a disgusting man with smirk in the Bowery Street J-M-Z train station. On the outside, he appeared as a normal middle age man. He was half bald with glasses and an ipod. When I first saw him, I thought his smirk was suspicious and thus ignored him by plugging in my own mp3 player. Before I knew it however, this man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me in perfect English, “Hi, are you going home? Are you Chinese?” I half- answered him, “uh..yea..no..” and he questioned again but this time in Chinese, “Do you go to school?” I ignored him, and as I was about to walk away, he placed his thumb on my left cheek and rubbed it saying “You have some dirt on your face.” Of course, not liking that he’s a complete stranger to me (and the fact that I don’t have dirt on my face) I quickly knocked his hand out of my way, but before I knew it, he placed his hand on my left breast!! I was so disgusted by his behavior, I quickly shoved his hand away from me and told him in the bravest tone I can conjure, “DON’T TOUCH ME! F%@K OFF!” Unfortunately, because there was only one other guy around, who had his ipod on and was reading, this disgusting old man had the nerve to smile back at me!
I was so appalled and disgusted by this man, I didn’t even think about getting his picture, all I wanted to do was to get away from this pedophile. However, if I am to ever spot him again, I’ll surely take his picture, and let the MTA booth guy know that there are sexual predators lurking in his very own station!
Submitted by Hui
I feel so violated and confused! This morning, I got on the 5 train at 14th Street, and the train was crowded, but I was running late for work, so I go on. Right before the doors closed, a large man pushed in and pushed another guy right into me. I was sandwiched between two people, a woman in the front and the guy who was being pushed by someone else. The train started moving, but then I felt something else moving on my ass. I figured it was just because the guy behind me was pushed into me, but it felt like he was rocking with the train.
I started getting nervous and was trying to look around, hoping it wasn’t his hand and him getting a rather rude feel. But then I realized he had one hand on the pole in front of me and was holding his briefcase with his other hand. Now I started to feel really violated cause I think he was pushing his crotch into my ass. I could not believe it!!!! This guy was dry humping me right on the train before work, right in the middle of a crowded subway! The fucking nerve of this guy! I feel so disgusted. At first I felt bad for this guy cause he was pushed by someone else, and then he took it upon himself to rub against me! I did not get a pic, but I was even more shocked as we both got off at 42nd St, and he was dressed rather nicely in a suit! I feel so confused, angry and guilty.
Submitted by Melissa
I have to start by applauding this website. I heard about this site on the CW11 evening news. I hope it lets women know that it is NOT their fault. I only wish I had someone to tell me that when this incident happened to me.
As many new yorkers know, the 6 train isn’t exactly the emptiest trains, especially during rush hour. On this specific morning, it was especially crowded. It was so crowded that something behind me was poking me on my butt. I turned around to see what it was and this bald headed man, wearing a shirt and tie was behind me, smiling as he held an umbrella to my butt. I made the mistake of maneuvering around to face him in hopes that he would be too embarrassed to be do something to me as I faced him. He decided to rub his umbrella on my crotch instead. While all this happened, my heart was leaping out of my chest and I kept thinking “I should scream, no, no one would believe me. They’ll say I shouldn’t have worn tight jeans. I can tell him to stop, but what if he has a weapon? But where could he go in this crowd? What if he hurts other people on this train? Who’s going to believe me over a man in a shirt and tie?” A few seconds later, the train rolled into 42nd street, a large number of people got off and I got a chance to sit in the seat right by the door. He got off too and as he passed me he said “sweet pussy” with a smile on his face. For a long time, I was very angry at myself for freezing. I was angry that I didn’t react, I was angry that I cried. Now, I’ll just share the story with everyone else – maybe it’ll better prepare anyone else this creep might try to get his umbrella on.
It is currently 94 degrees in New York City. Like every other woman in this city, I was wearing a sun dress. As the train pulled up to the platform, I walked towards it and felt a hand on my ass. I turned and a guy apologized for “bumping in to me.”
I yelled that he hadn’t bumped in to me, he had groped me. He turned and walked away so yelled after him “did you think that you could grab someone’s ass and nobody would care?” A few guys started looking at him and and me, so I pointed and continued to yell that he had groped me. We got on to different subway cars and the train pulled away.
Three stops later I realized that I didn’t feel like going out after all so I switched trains and headed home. Even though I yelled back, I still feel awful and ashamed. I don’t ever want to wear this dress again. I keep telling myself that it wasn’t my fault for dressing provocatively but I still feel like it was. I wish I had thought to take his picture, as I can see his face perfectly in my mind.
Submitted by Debra