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I work close to this location and I have to walk across a bridge to get to my job from where I park my car. About a month ago I was walking and a man was walking towards me and he had an old style flip phone held up to his chest really tightly kind of pointed outward. I almost didn’t notice it until we were parallel to each other and I heard a camera shutter sound. I was immediately like no, he didn’t take a picture of me. I’m just being paranoid or something. In my heart I knew he had. It was weird but I’d never seen him before so I thought I never would again. That was until today. Again I was walking across the bridge listening to music and I saw a man walking in the opposite direction I was. It did register who he was or anything. Until he was holding the phone out from his chest to take pictures. I became so angry and I tried to hide, tried to disappear into myself. I was so angry that I was trying to hide- I shouldn’t have to hide! I started screaming at him. I screamed what he was doing was wrong. And I think I swore at him. I wasn’t really in control of what was coming out of my mouth. He just walked away faster. Now I’m left feeling so dirty and violated. I told my friend and her response was oh he must really like you! Like its a joke. Like I should enjoy that he took pictures of me and is doing what with them?!? I don’t know what to do now. If I see him again. I don’t want to get hurt if he reacts violently. But I really don’t want him taking my picture like that! It’s maddening that he wouldn’t even think this is appropriate!
I had know him since I was baby his wife was my mums best friend, he was my fathers. I had just turned 16 he was 54 I was working for him, he owned a small spray painting business, it was only ever me and him there.
At the begging everything was fine we were just getting work done, but after a couple of shifts he would stand really close to me and put his hand on my bum, when ever he stood next to me or talked to me he would always be touching me. I just brushed it off as just friendly affection since I had know him all my life. I told my mum thought just for precaution. The next shift he kept on talking about if how I ever got chemicals on me I would have to remove all my cloths and he would have to wash it off me. I found that creepy. The next shift I had to work I sat on paint thinners that were on the seat I only sit on and which he told me to sit on. It was burning my skin but I was to scared to tell him so I just dealt with it. He asked me to help him paint somthing, he looked at me and said I was about to do somthing inappropriate I just laughed, it’s what I do when I’m uncomfortable, he placed the hose witch vibrates between my legs so it was against my vagina, I just laughed. He then continually made jokes about it “don’t have to much fun with that” “I know when you do that you are having way to much fun at work” I had never been so uncomfortable in my life. I went home and told my mum everything and that no matter what I was not going back. She wanted to take it to the police and talk to his wife about it but I made her swear to serequcy I don’t like dealing with things so the less drama we let it cause the easier it would be for me. I hate myself for just laughing but I just didn’t know what else to do. I’m still 16 and I still think about it all the time.
There is a man who works as a cleaner in my apartment block. Since I moved here, I’ve had a couple of interactions with him; held the door open for him a couple of times, greeted him when I saw him, helped him pick up a load of paper after somebody had trashed the complex’s lobby. Basically, I treated him with basic decency. Not excessive kindness or flirtation; just basic decency. When I took the lift the other day to the ground floor, I saw he was in there and greeted him briefly. As the door closed, he began stroking my arm, and told me that there was a girl who looked very like me in a shop he goes to. He then started touching the ‘beauty spot’ (mole tbh) above my lip with his thumb, and said that she had that too. He was standing very close to me, and as we were in a lift, I was pretty scared. I am on the 10th floor in my apartment block, but have taken the stairs ever since.
I was walking down Durant Ave. around 10:45pm, just to get some chocolate chip cookies – they’re my favorite. Im wearing a half buttoned shirt (so unbuttoned at the top few buttons) and a low cut tank top, showing my chest, breasts and cleavage, but that shouldn’t matter for what happened next. (Im biologically male btw.) I was on my phone texting and I saw a group of 4 slightly bigger guys walking slower in the opposite direction. They must have seen my low cut tank and cleavage, because they firmly touched and cupped my breast and said “big titties!” and laughed. I froze. I had no idea what just happened. I don’t know who did this, but I ran to the cookie store, bought my cookies, and felt so angry and bewildered and frozen inside. I told one of my online close friends what happened, and she recommended I report it to Berkeley’s counseling center. I will never forget this every time I touch my body, it was such a violation of my body. And I like physical intimacy in the sense I like hugging my friends, holding their hands. But this was it. This was way way over a line I couldn’t handle.
A coworker was taking pictures of my butt while I was trying to load a plane. He then started showing the pics to other coworkers, laughing, no one else thought it was funny……
I was in the library working on a review article for a journal. I’d chosen a fairly large table because I wanted to have room to spread all of my books out. I had been working for about an hour when this guy comes up and sits directly across me and puts his laptop down and his headphones in. Keep in mind, this library is huge, there are many places to sit, and he didn’t ask my permission to sit so close to me. I choose to ignore him and continue working. After about 10 minutes, I look up and he’s staring intently at his computer and (what looks like from my table-top perspective) rubbing his crotch furiously. I packed up my stuff and walked away immediately.
So I was on the phone to one of my girlfriends when two guys in a Toyota corolla came up to me and asked me how I had phone signal in this area. To this i replied that my network was good and, as i was saying that they slowly started driving their car onto the pavement blocking my path. I then considered crossing the road but i was fearful of what would happen. Also it was my right of way therefore I kindly asked them to move. At this point the other man in the vehicle who had GREEN eyes started randomly saying “I think you would get better signal in my car as I have the best antenna in the world” at this point he start undoing his pants and took his …. out. I then looked at the driver and asked him to please control his friend and decided to walk away, although this did not deter the other man in the car. I gave him a middle finger and he started saying “hey you, dont call me middle finger” he seemed to have a non-native accent, one that seemed to be arabic. Then he started swearing at the driver saying “gawad back me up” Finally I said I would call the police but then he said “dont bump me again” after that he got back in the car and drove off.
A young middle school boy was touching my legs on the subway when I didn’t respond to him because he was trying to sell me his beats which I clearly wasn’t interested in since I said “no” the first time. Unbelievable how young boys can sexually harass older females now.
There’s a man that frequents this spot and has been seen standing naked on the sidewalk. Did not approach him, but stayed on Charles St. instead.
I was walking down the left side of the street and a car with two men slowed down to get my attention. Because they were across the street, I kept walking normally, thinking that the lane of oncoming traffic between us would be enough to deter them from doing anything more. Eventually the car stopped, the driver got out of the car and crossed the street to where I was. I quickly crossed to the other side and found two men willing to walk the rest of the way with me. The driver and his friend yelled at all three of us and then drove away. I hate that they only responded to the presence of other men.