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Then he wouldnt stop staring at us .. and feeling himself..
So I took out my camera and snapped him in the act. He asked if I had taken a picture of him, and I said.. no, no I did not.
All the while.. he stared. He made me completely uncomfortable, and I took out my mace in case he tried anything. But there were too many people on the train.. thank God!
Submitted by Veronica
This perv was trying to sell a watch on the W train while touching himself and looking up women’s skirts. It was pretty tragic.
Submitted by Elizabeth
My girlfriend and I were reading in a cafe in Union Square. I leaned over to give her a kiss and this perv starts taking pictures with his camera phone. My girlfriend has a camera phone and suggested I take his picture. This isn’t the first time a man has taken pictures of us when we are out together. He’s definitely one to keep an eye out for if you’re gay and out with your girl.
I had experienced so much aggressive harassment over a three day period- men cat calling me as I’m walking toward them and then calling me a bitch and a cunt when I passed them without responding- in my neighborhood, I decided to take a summer scarf and drape it around my shoulders, to cover the bare skin I was revealing by wearing a tank top. It was hot, and I wanted to wear a tank top, but did not think I would make it from my house to the subway without this intense harassment that was making me crazy. As I exited my apartment and attempted to walk down my stairs, I encountered a maintenance man who was also making his way down the stairs in front of me. He saw me, turned to me and smiled and said hello. I smiled back and said hello. He then proceeded to walk down three rows stairs backwards, facing me, looking me up and down the whole time and smiling at me, like we were doing something together. My skin crawled. I couldn’t even say hello to this man without him taking it as some sort of romantic or sexual invitation. As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, as he stood there, just staring at me weirdly, I took the scarf that was around my shoulders and wrapped it around my head, almost instinctively. I walked past him quickly with the scarf fully covering my hair, my shoulders and part of my face. It was one of those kind of checkered patterned scarves that some Christian organizations had petitioned Duncan Doughnuts remove from an actress in a commercial last year because they said it had Arab which equaled terrorist connotations or some crazy shit like that. Whatever. I made my way from my apartment to the subway in relative piece that day, with the exception of one young construction worker who actually stepped into my path as I was walking, to make eye contact with me around the scarf, and repeated “hello, hello mommy.”
Submitted by Chavisa
Yesterday, a guy who looks nerdy in sweatpants was staring from across on the N-train, sitting forward and trying to look up my dress while I’m sitting. My guess is he was jerking off because sometimes he would cross his legs and put his hand in his pocket trying to find his little thing. He was shaking his body, looking at me up and down, and moving his eyes away when I looked at his nasty ugly face. I’m glad there were other people on the train because I don’t know he might have flashed me.
Submitted by Sabrina
Yesterday my friends and I went to a community pool. For a while, everything was fine, we were all just swimming and having fun. There happened to be a window where you could see people working out in the gym. So when three men came up to the window, we didn’t really think much of it. That’s when they began to blatantly STARE, even POINT, at us. They obviously knew we were aware of them, they didn’t care. One of those sick perverts made an inappropriate hand gesture to my friend, almost like he was feeling someone up or something. We complained to someone who worked there, and they asked the men to leave. They did so, but not without making a threatening gesture toward my friend’s boyfriend. When the staff asked if there was a problem, they said no, but obviously there was since they left shortly after.
It’s really sickening that this happened – I’ve never experienced this sort of thing firsthand. Not only do these men make themselves look bad, it makes the pool look bad as well.
Submitted by Anonymous.
EW! I was on the F train sitting with my boyfriend and reading a book,
and a guy in a cargo jacket was standing across from me with his arms
crossed. When we arrived at our stop, I put my book away and saw the
man holding a small camera aimed at me with his arms still crossed,
and as I got closer to him to leave the train, I saw the lens retract
into the body of the camera, and he tucked it away in one of his cargo
pockets. I felt victimized, violated, and STUPID. But thankfully I was
wearing a skort with tights. I wish I’d wrestled the camera out of his
hand or said something to him but I felt so scared and didn’t want to
make a scene. I should have taken a picture but I froze.
Submitted by Jessica
I am only 17 years old and I have not experienced that much cat calling or harassment. I have gotten very few, but they were only things like, “hey beautiful”. But today while waiting on the uptown 28th street subway platform for the 1 train, a man walks onto the platform, he had to be anywhere between his 30′s or 40′s. He’s rolling some boxes and other cargo in through the emergency gate. I am sitting down on one of the seats right next to the gate, I had just missed the last subway by a second so I knew I had a wait till the next one came. I have this weird feeling coming over me. I had realized that the man with the boxes was just leaning against the emergency gate, and he had been for a while. He was right by me and it came off as a little awkward, because I had that “I’m being watched feeling” coming on. I look over and he’s looking right at me. When I looked at him, he stuck his tongue out ALL THE WAY in a licking motion right at me, all while grinning this evil look. He then proceeded to say, “lookin‘ good, lookin‘ good!”.
I knew about Hollaback NYC, and I did have my phone on me. I wanted to take a picture so badly, but my hands seemed frozen and the hairs on my neck were standing up, and my stomach felt like it was going to fall out. I know it may not sound so bad to some of you, but I have never received something to this extent before. I couldn’t bring myself to grab my camera phone and bust his dumb ass, I was in this state of after shock. He walked away right after and proceeded to chat some other women up further down the platform, while I was left in the chair feeling helpless.
I made sure we got into separate cars FAR away from each other when the subway finally came (after that it felt like an eternity). When my stop came, you can bet I ran out of the subway so fast. I didn’t know if we got out at the same stops, but I wasn’t about to find out.
Submitted by Susanna
“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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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