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Christmas Eve, not even on the Eve of our Lords Birth do sickos have any respect, as I walked my dog this morning at 6:30am in my Bronx neighborhood with a Christian church and mosque down the street I find my self in disgust to look over and find a man with his pants down to his ankles jerking off under a street lamp that lights up the whole street so it’s like daylight, what kind of person decides that 6:30 am in any neighborhood in from of dozens of homes is a good time to jerk off ONLY A SICK MAN, as I see him I yelled and said ..you have got to be kidding , I’m calling the cops just as fast he picked up his pants and said he was sorry he did not know I was standing there.. you idiot should it matter weather I’m standing there or not..my daughter walks out of our house at that time for school so now I have to worry that she will encounter this sick minded person . I grew up in the worst parts of the Bronx when I was a kid the bums of the neighborhood would walk me to school and back, those times were safe. I wish those times were still here.
Submitted by Annette
It was 915 AM on a Tuesday, and I was on my way to Williamsburg. I came down the stairs of the L train stop on 6th Ave, and a 25-ish, young, blond, shaggy, hipster was waiting on the platform. I walked to the middle of the cars, and he followed me. I didn’t think much of it until both trains pulled up, and he didn’t get on either one.
I sat down facing the platform, and he was staring at me with a disturbingly creepy look on his face. I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t getting on either train, until I noticed he had taken his penis out of pants, and was masturbating, while staring at me. No one saw what he was doing, and I was too shocked to do anything. I didn’t want to get off the train to report him, so when the doors closed, I gave him the finger….not very original, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Unfortunately, I got no picture, and I haven’t seen him since.
Submitted by Erica
I got off the F train at 23 St and 6th avenue. he may have been on the train. im not sure but when i was on the corner, this sweaty greasy haired man wearing glasses about 50 years old in a tight grey t-shirt which displayed his belly, was staring at me at the light. i heard him say something juvenile like wow, wow nice tits. i looked right at him and with my eyes told him what a creepy,slimy loser he was. i chose to ignore his stares and walked on.when i got to park avenue, i was again at a light. i smelled something bad like b.o and this creepy looking freak had his hand in his pants right behind me and i could tell he was rubbing himself. this pathetic disgusting perverted had a bulge and was getting himself off by staring at me. nice ass he says. at this point, i had all i could take and was trying to find my cell phone. he continued to stare with his ugly grin but he disappeared from my sight while crossing the street, im sure there are other women he bothers. always be ready ladies when out on the street to catch these creeps by snapping a picture of them. keep it in hand. and please be aware of this pathetic dickless loser on 23 st.
Submitted by Sabrina
Waiting for F/V train at 34th street and this freak runs down the stairs and hides behind the column and then I see why he has his gross penis out masturbating behind an AMNY paper! This was about 12 pm and the platform was not empty! There was an infant in a stroller nearby! I tried getting his face but another train came and he finally stopped. Beware ladies.
Submitted by Miss Alysia
At around 9:45pm I got on the Q train’s first/last stop at 57th Street heading to Brooklyn. The doors are all closed save for one at the end and only half of the double doors at that. This is normal. All the doors are opened just before the train leaves. It usually sits there for a while until another Q train pulls in. So I’m sitting in the car by myself next to the window reading a book when I hearing someone tapping on the window. I choose to ignore it because something tells me it is trouble. Well this person taps again and again and again. Finally I just turn my back towards the window and pretend to read because I’m nervous by now. What does this person want? The tapping persists until another guy walks in and I think this other person by my window will leave but the tapping continues.
Suddenly, all the doors open and my heart drops. A short sleepy-looking man holding a crumpled piece of newspaper in his hand walks in and sits right by me. I’m thinking that he’s probably a homeless guy asking for money until he removes that piece of newspaper and shows me his penis, hanging out of his pants. Oh so this is why he was trying to get my attention. He makes sure that the other guy, sitting not too far away, doesn’t see what he’s doing by creating a “wall” with that newspaper. I can smell the alcohol on him and he acts so nonchalant, which feeds my anger and indignation.
A few years ago a man in an old Mustang stopped me on the pretense of asking for directions so that I could see him masturbating. When he drove off I remember feeling so disgusted and victimized that I resolved never to let that happen again.
Here was a guy exposing himself to me in a similar situation. So I decided to take action. I had read about women empowering themselves in situations like these by taking pictures of the perpetrator so that gave me strength. I move so that I am sitting directly across from him and took three photos with my cellphone. I then walk quickly out of the train and break into a run to find the train conductor. I find a woman operator and explain my situation. She says something about the police not being around when you need them. I walk with the woman and point out the man with the beret holding the newspaper, who had come out since I left and she suggests I move into her train car. Moments later she comes back in and speaks into the PA system that the next stop will be 42nd Street. The train starts to move and I wonder what happened to the creep. Did the police apprehend him? Then the train operator comes back out and tells me “Thanks miss, that guy didn’t get on this train.” I am baffled. Shouldn’t more be done to stop him? I look out the window as the train pulls away and I see that same creep now sitting on a bench unbeknownst to the people around him.
All I can do is post on this blog for the whole world to see. Ladies, beware.
Submitted by Clara
I was on my way home on a very crowded #4 train. As the train pulls into the
86th train station, the man behind me creepily inches his way over to me.
Seconds later I feel something hard nudging me. I quickly whip around as the
train doors open and see him dashing out of the train car. The jerk’s face
was blocked by other people on the platform but he could not easily hide the
bulge popping out from his sweatpants. This was sadly the SECOND time a
creep on the train had done this to me and yet strangely enough, I STILL
want his crotch to shrivel up and fall off. This is just not something you
get used to. So, to all the creeps out there, BE WARNED: the next time you
pull this shit, I will chase you down the platform and you will REGRET the
day you decided not to KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
Submitted by Cathy D.
I got on the 8:20 Manhattan-bound M train Monday morning at the 4th Ave., 9th Street stop and was sitting down, reading the paper like I normally do. A few stops later, a man came on the train, and stood to the left of me next to the doors. I didn’t pay close attention until I saw something in my periphery that was moving. I turned to the left and saw the man’s penis sticking out while he rubbed it. He stared at me the entire time. I jumped up and shouted — WHAT THE F–K ARE YOU DOING? The doors opened and he got out at the Dekalb stop, but stared at me through the doors as the train left the station.
I wish I had my camera out so I could take a picture and show it to the police. I’ve filed reports to the MTA and the police, but who knows if anything will be done. I really want this asshole caught.
Submitted by Kim
This morning around 9:45am on the local green line I sit down and bury my head in a book. I am wearing a hat with a brim since its been raining, which gives me a bit more cover to analyze what people are up to around me.. This guy sitting across the aisle is looking suspicious, leaning forward with a coat in his lap and a leer in his eye.
I go on reading, and glance up briefly and notice this guy has his cock out dangling under his coat and is jerking off while studying the lady sitting next to me. I can feel she is uncomfortable and so am I he’s less than 4 feet away. I have never been in this situation- in broad daylight surrounded by people that are aware but not doing anything.
So I whip mine out..my phone that is- and snap a photo of this idiot. What upsets me more than this individual pleasuring himself in public is that no one else said or did anything! Thats the most unfortunate part to this story. There was a man who was down the bench from this
degenerate and I could tell he could tell what was going on- but he did nothing..he sat and looked a bit shocked.
After snapping this image I got off before my stop and went two or three cars over to find the conductor- I told him what was going on in the cars just a few down- he began radioing the police. I don’t know if they caught the guy, I didn’t wait to find out. I had to get to work, but at least I took action…why didn’t anyone else???
Oh the humanity.
Submitted by Jordan
I wasn’t able to take a photo, but wanted to write about a recent experience of subway harassment anyway because, as they say, third time’s a charm. I’m referring to the fact that I was recently confronted for the third time in the last decade with a passive aggressive pervert jerking off on the subway, and I finally reacted in a way that I feel good about.
More on that in a minute, but the first thing I want to mention is that each of the three asshats who felt it necessary to flog their flabby little phalluses on public transit were all different in terms of age (one in his early twenties, one seemed to be in his late thirties, and one seemed to be solidly middle-aged, has kids in high school range), geography (one was on the D train in Coney Island, one on the F train not far from Park Slope, and one on the MBTA in Boston) and ethnicity (two were white, one was a man of color), but despite their differences they each wore the exact same sickening, sweaty and totally smug, “what’s getting me off is you being uncomfortable” stare as they groped themselves while trying to lock eyes with me. The smugness is what stood out the most each time — as if what was sexually gratifying to them was women’s inability to stop this harassment.
Anyway, when this happened again it took me totally by surprise, because while I often deal with street harassment whenever I’m in Manhattan and often in various parts of Brooklyn, I’ve almost never dealt with it in my neighborhood in Brooklyn. Here’s what went down. I was standing at the bottom of the steps on the F train platform at 6:30, lots of other people on the platform but no one else near me at the bottom of the stairs. I heard someone from the top of the staircase call out, a “Psst” kind of sound. Instinct caused me to look up the stairs, where I saw a middle aged man beating off, smiling that same smug smirk I remembered from the last two guys I saw do this on subways. My initial five-seconds-after reaction was to instantly turn away, really startled, somewhat frightened and incredibly angry. After those five seconds, though, I realized that this guy had no power over me other than in his mind, and if I didn’t react in a way that took my power back, I’d be mad about it all night, maybe longer. So, I turned back around, looked directly at him and screamed, “Fuck you, asshole! Who do you think wants to see that?” He froze, a fearful dear-in-the-headlights look passed over his face, and he dropped his dick as if it were all of a sudden burning his hand. A second later, he turned and ran away, while I screamed after him, “Yeah, you better run away! Run away like the sad, pathetic, small-penised pervert you are!”
I instantly felt better.
Submitted by Jennifer P.
This is a blog I wrote about something that happened to me on Friday, March 9, at about 9:30 AM on the 4/5 train.
The 4/5 was really crowded this morning. I shoved my way on and buried my nose in the book I’m reading. As the train slowed down to stop at Union Square, I decided to put away my book.
As I closed my book, I happened to look slightly down and to my left. And I saw a man’s penis, EJACULATING on the back of a poor unsuspecting girl’s black down jacket as she faced the other way. The man was AIMING it for this poor girl’s back. I gasped and flung myself backward away from the man as the doors opened and this disgusting, dirty man exited the train. – just a regular, disgusting pig of a man who probably does this every morning to some poor girl who happens to be facing the other way. He looked to be about thirty years old.
I don’t know what happened to the girl afterward – I looked for her, but I was so shaken up as people at Union Sq. entered and exited the train, that I don’t know where she went.
So some poor girl is now walking the streets of New York, with some disgusting man’s semen spread all over the back of her black down jacket. The thought of it makes my stomach turn.
She’ll probably notice it in a few days and think it was anything but what it really is.
So girls — WATCH OUT ON CROWDED TRAINS. This could’ve been me, you, or anyone. I’ve had guys rub up against me before and try to grab my ass on the train, but nothing ever came (no pun intended) close to this.