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He may have thought he was being “friendly” but a middle aged man grabbed me on the shoulder without my permission while commenting about how I looked and it just left me feeling extremely uncomfortable.
I was just walking to Yoga at 8 am, talking to my Mom when a guy passed me – he was quite short, dark hair and was wearing an ochre colored winter down jacket with a hood. I turned around, because I had forgotten my Yoga mat and shortly thereafter I felt someones hands between my legs – squeezing; I turned around and saw the guy in the brown jacket already running away from me and crossing the street and turning around to see what I would do. I yelled at him but did not follow him. Disgusting!
I am a 13 year old girl and I love cosplay so I go to every con dressed up. I was at acen in chicago dressed as gou matsuoka and a man asked to take a picture with me, so I agreed. After the first picture he said he wanted another this time he touched me, while he was walking away after the picture I heard him say “I’m using those tonight.” I think this was innapropriate but I didn’t speak up and I regret that.
I was in the VIP section at a dance club with a group of my female friends. I was standing near a balcony looking down at the dance floor, while wearing a knee length dress with long sleeves and a crew neck. At this time I was not making eye contact with anyone, I was not talking with anyone, and I was not dancing. I was only standing there in a straight proper posture (how one would stand in a professional setting while speaking to their boss). A young male passes behind me and grabs my butt tightly. My instinct reaction made me quickly turn around, grab this male by his collar and hang him halfway over the balcony. He was yelling “it wasn’t me” but I know it was him because he was the only person near enough to grope me like that. I was so upset, I would not let go until security came. Security said he witnessed the entire incident and that male was tossed out of the club. But afterwards I still felt like justice was not served.
It’s New Year’s Eve, and I was having a great night with my boyfriend and friends at the visions bar at the sands casino. I was walking holding hands with my boyfriend towards the restroom and some scumbag grabbed my ass while I’m holding hands with my boyfriend. I turned around and yelled a number of profanities at him, but I still felt/feel powerless about the situation. Whenever this happens it makes me feel like a piece of meat; like my body is public space and men feel free to poke and grope as they please. The worst part is I feel like I was comforting my boyfriend because he felt terrible that this happened to me on his watch, when in reality it’s not his fault at all. In reality men should not feel entitled to women’s bodies, but unfortunately they do. I hope things change. Anyway this happened about two hours ago, and it’s very much on my mind so I thought I would share!
i was on a school bus coming home and this boy felt up my chest. I froze and let it continue and to this day I am still traumatized by what keith has done to me. He felt around and played with my breasts. At one point he started playing with my nipples and asked “are these your nips?” As if he was trying to engage me in his violation of me.
I was walk to work (in loose slacks and a puffy coat mind you) when a man sitting at a bus stop reached out and grabbed my butt. I was terrified he was going to do something worse, but I still turned around and told him off. When I walked away he screamed that I was a “frigid bitch”
As a student, I commute everyday through public jeepneys here in the Philippines. Considering that jeepneys are open vehicles, people outside are able to see the passengers inside. Every single day, I get to encounter a few men giving me insulting signals or whistling at me whenever I’m inside the jeepney. I usually just ignore them, although the first time I experienced it I got really scared and uncomfortable. But this one time really struck me that even the littlest types of harassment such as this, has got to stop.
It was 9:00 in the evening and I’m on my way home. The jeepney was stuck in traffic, and I was sitting at the other end at the back of the jeepney, and beside me was a middle aged man. I assumed he was sleeping so I didn’t really mind at first, but then I noticed that his head was slowly moving closer to my chest. So I shuffled a bit, which woke him up, so I politely told him to move a little farther away. He just smiled, which made me uncomfortable. A few minutes later I noticed that it was his hands that were moving closer to my thighs, so I quickly asked the driver to stop the vehicle. As I was gathering my things, the man quickly covered his head, because maybe he thought I was about to punch or slap him. Which made him even more guilty. I just walked the whole way through while crying, hoping it would never happen to anyone again.
Everyday in the early morning I have to walk a few blocks to the bus stop that my uni bus picks me up. One early morning when there were hardly any people on the street. I saw a guy staring at me in the gas station. Like any other time I ignored him. While I was walking I felt I was being followed and I walked faster. Then when I tried to bring my backpack from my shoulders behind, I felt a hand grabbed my butt. I yelled what the f*** is wrong with you!, the harasser ran to the alley on my left and he looked back smiling, right after he touched me. There weren’t anyone on that block when it happened. And months after the incident I saw the guy not sure whether it was him or not at first. But after seeing him more than twice (I think he lives near my area) I’m sure it was him.
I was walking a few blocks to a friend’s house one evening. Immediately a man crosses the street, runs up to me, and asks if I have a man. He walks beside me all the way there, saying he would be my teddy bear and keep me warm at night. I don’t say any thing, because it’s night in the student ghetto. He gives me a hug when we arrive (yuck) and laments that he’ll never see me again because I won’t take his number.