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Well, this is about 30 yrs too late to be covered under the new law, but it was a supreme case of harassment. And nowadays, I’d probably be cited.
I was pregnant with my son at the time taking my alcoholic aunt who had a massive hangover into Manhattan to work. We were at the Borough Hall Station waiting for the train when I had this feeling behind me. Sure as hell, there was this moronic creep exposing and stroking his personals.
My profession at the time was a dancer in the wild and wooly world of topless/bottomless, so this was not a new sight. However, due to the dangerous times we lived in then, before the city got glitzified , to this end I used to carry a small can of red spray paint, along with a few other necessities to ward off overly confident morons who might follow me home after work. Reaching into my coat pocket, I turned around and sprayed this clown’s action, chased him down the platform screaming at him as he jumped on a train going the other way.
The T.A. guy thought it was hilarious, but warned me not to do that again as I might get hurt in response. I was so freaking pissed off. I used the spray paint as it was a good way to identify predators and a bitch to get off or explain. The City was so much more fun then. I miss it.
Submitted by M
Just yesterday morning at around 9 50 am the V train a man boarded. The train was nearly empty except for about 3 people and they were sitting at the other end. I sat by myself. i was on my phone looking at old pictures because i found it pretty weird the guy had to sit in front of me when there was so many available seats. i Looked up and his hand was moving but i quickly looked away. I noticed he took off his cap and struggled with his jeans then put his cap where his crotch was and leaned back. he was masturbatng! right there i kept looking at the other people but they didn’t notice. i just sat there for 2 stops. It was so awkward. I finally got off at my stop and looked back and was zippering up. I wanted to tear him apart.
Submitted by Brigette
I have been masturbated at on the A and F trains and once on the Q, a man sat next to me, actually grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. On all three of the occasions, I got up and started cursing, but NO ONE HELPED ME – people looked away or pretended not to hear me. Not even the subway conductors – one of them had the nerve to tell me that it wasn’t his job to help me! I made three police reports but nothing ever happened. HollabackNYC, keep spreading the word and encouraging people to speak up. I am committed to raising my voice!
Submitted by Christine
Well this event occurred when I was going home at Brooklyn, on the F train. This was relatively early, around 8pm, from Queens to Manhattan. I stepped into a car where I didn’t notice any females on the train at all. Thinking nothing of it, I went and found a seat. Then I saw this man, and he said something to me. I didn’t know what he was talking about and I ignored him. But apparently he felt safe and justified about something.. for he then unzipped his pants to take out his private part to start masturbating and panting. It was pretty gross and somehow because of my past with men and perhaps cultural upbringing, I didn’t say anything… I became very still and mortified.
It was a long train ride.. and at the next stop, there were one or two females that got boarded the car, he stopped, but as the train moved again, he began again until I believe he actually ejaculated. I was wondering, why didn’t anyone say anything.. did they not see… ? I truly regretted not screaming or doing anything. When the train finally reached Manhattan, I quickly got off the train, but my throat felt so clogged up and I couldn’t say anything at all. However, I was pretty pissed off and scared that rest of the ride home. As a result up to now, I don’t get on the F train as readily as I did before. I truly wished I did something.. but I didn’t, so I am sorry to say I let this fucking pervert get away.
Sumbitted by Linda
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.