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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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i’m an american who recently moved to tallinn, estonia. i was surprised to find that it’s rare for men to harass women on the street here. apparently, this does not apply in bars. my friend and i were at the counter ordering our drinks when a man seated at a nearby table reached out and grabbed my friend’s ass. she was in shock so i turned around and said, “hey, that’s not cool” then addressed his friends (the guy was trashed) “please control your friend.” we turn back to the bar and drunk guy makes like he’s going for attempt #2 so i turn around and say in a slightly more direct tone, “back off!” as we’re paying for our drinks, drunk guy grabs my friend’s ass again! i’m not in the mood for negotiations at this point so i turn around and yell, “keep your fucking hands off her, asshole!” and to his friends i say, “control your fucking friend.” in response, drunk guy tries to say something and stand but winds up just falling backwards in his chair. we take this as our cue to grab our drinks and go. bastard.
written by trudee.
Incident one: We’re walking arm in arm, about to cross 45th st, when a young man bounces over to us. He says to me, “You look nice.” Then he looks at Girlfriend and says, “Don’t she look nice?” We’re just looking at him. He then reaches out his hand and strokes my shoulder. I say “Don’t
touch me.” And he walks on.
He was a young guy – probably a teenager – and I’m not sure he knew that what he was doing was inappropriate. He looked like he thought I’d be pleased, or respond well, and was surprised when I didn’t. Had I been less tipsy, I might have tried to have a little conversation with him, school him a little on how touching a strange woman in a place like Times Square
might lead to said woman and her girlfriend feeling less than safe.
We proceed to the corner of 47th and 7th, where I hail a cab and Incident Two ensues…
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Two gentlemen in front of me try to take the cab that I’ve hailed, Mr. Touchy’s inappropriate behavior has set me off and I’m having none of it. I say, “Excuse me, that’s my cab.” Drunk, incoherent stares.
“Excuse me, I hailed that cab.”
One of them finally comes to and replies.
“It’s alright,” he says, “let them have the cab.”
The other stares aggressively at me, but decides to let it pass, while his friend opens the cab door for us (totally unsolicited and unnecessarily). Girlfriend and I step in, I go to close the door, and he closes it for me, saying, “Even if they are ugly.”
By this point I’ve had enough, and I scream, “Fuck off!” in the cab with the windows down. There’s no point in making the cab driver deaf, so I roll down the window and scream “Fuck off!” at the men walking away. One of them grabs his ass and rubs in my direction.
Some men take advantage of how unsafe some women feel, and some men just don’t get it.
Written by Johanna
Then, a crazy old hobo man passes by, and as he does, grabs my crotch and says, “Fucking cunt!”
I was too shocked to say or do anything. Moments after, it felt so unreal. Could that really have just happened, out in public?
He wasn’t in his right mind anyway, but god men can be such assholes!
written by Christine.
It was 2 a.m. and I was fast asleep on the Greyhound, en route to a wedding in Canada. I woke up to someone rubbing my right side and the side of my breast. It was pitch black and I could only barely see the outline of a man’s hand reaching between the seats. I thought it must be a mistake – maybe he was doing it in his sleep – so I put my red jacket on top of his hand and slid closer to the window. He didn’t skip a beat and started burrowing his way through the jacket back to me. I freaked out, sat up straight, and threw the seat into the upright position as quickly as I could, slamming his hand hard between the seats.
After he got off the bus I stuck one of our new stickers on the seat in front of me (pictured). Keep your hands to yourself next time dude, cause THIS GIRL HOLLA’S BACK!