I took a picture of this man on the J train going over the Williamsburg bridge Tuesday night. I was sitting across from him when I noticed him masturbating. At the same time another woman had noticed what he was doing and we both got up from our seats and moved down the train car. I sat nearby and took out my phone to snap a picture. You can see him noticing what I was doing, which freaked him out. He jumped up and ran down the car to get off at Essex St. I apologize if the pic is too graphic but I’m glad I caught him red-handed!
Submitted by Tarayaki
Well, this post is about 30 yrs too late, 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
Ok. I was on the #5 out of the city of course during rush hour today. The train was late… late and really crowded. It was such a beautiful day and I had a really nice new skirt on because I met a potential bf for lunch. Oh wait I’m 16 and doing an internship by grand central … so I’m used to business guys bumping me and perving on me. No biggie. This was way over the edge.
So I’m getting on the train and I see this guy like REALLY staring at me in a scary kind of way. No biggie. I get on. I am almost one of the last to get on and this guy literally pushes in right behind me. There was NO where to go. NO big deal. Well he’s behind me and I feel him pushing his crotch against me. I try to move but I can’t. I’m like 5’2″ and this guy was big. Now I can actually feel his dick getting hard on the back of my skirt so I elbow him!! No reaction. HE was like an animal. So I try to move away again and there is no way. NO one noticed either.
This is the worst part. He gets up like with his grill right in my ear and is like, “MMM BAbby u smell so good.” AND he smelled SOOO bad. I was sooo scared I think I would have fell down if he wasn’t jammed up on my back. They called the stop and then he really started jamming his thing on me. I am small so I felt it all the way from my ass to like half way up my back. Right before we got to the stop he was all in my ear like, “You like it you little bitch.” Then we stopped and he like basically ran off the train with a ton of other people. I was so scared and the great new skirt I had had fucking cum all over the back of it and there was gross smelly spit in my hair. I was soo pissed and trembling I felt like I got raped.
I just want share because I know this probably wasn’t his first time on this train and I think he is going to like rape somebody. I he was like 6 feet and pretty big guy maybe like 30. I was too scared to take his picture. Sorry this was so long but I was horrified and I am never taking that train alone again. I will kill that scumbag if I ever see him again.
Submitted by Anonymous
On Monday, I was on the F train going to 23rd Street today when I saw this weirdo. This middle age man in his 40’s wearing glasses, white shirt and cap with a belly was on my train looking at me and jerking off. I had been sitting on the corner of the car and reading my book when I look up and saw him staring and masturbating furiously under a plastic shopping bag on his lap. He had his penis out of his pants. There were not many people on the train. . I stared at him and nodded my head in disgust and said, “Hey jerk off!” Thats all I could think of but he just smiled when I got out. If I noticed earlier, I could have told the cops but it was just a minute before I got out.
On Tuesday, I was on the same train and he was standing by the doors with his hand in his pocket. He smiled at me. I gave him a stare and said out loud so other people could hear, “You are the jerk off from yesterday! Remember me?!” He stopped smiling. “You are a fat old man who likes to jerk off at girls young enough to be your daughter,” I said. He looked away. The train came to my stop and as I left he looked like he was nervous and no hand in his pants this time.
Submitted by Sabrina
This morning on the F train I inadvertently sat kitty-corner to a toucher. I boarded a Manhattan bound train at 7th Avenue around 10:15 AM. In the backwards-facing seat next to me was a nondescript guy in a white t-shirt. Thick dark hair, glasses, jeans, looked like early 20’s. My peripheral vision is pretty sharp, having had 2 previous encounters with gross subway pervs, so I stared him down when I noticed him rubbing his crotch. All in a matter of about 30 seconds. EWWWWW. That’s what I yelled, “Ewwww! Pervert!” There were other passengers close by, who looked up when I yelled, but no one seemed too concerned. I moved to the other end of the car until the next stop, and then hopped from car to car looking for a conductor or MTA police. Didn’t find anybody and had to switch trains at Jay Street, went to work feeling defeated and totally grossed out.
Next time I’m going to make a lot more noise and remember to get a photo.
Submitted by Joanna
“This guy def started massaging himself, actively and openly. Up and down, in and out, you could see a forest of pubes with each movement of his hands taking his pants lower and lower. Cursing myself for not having a camera with me, the camera phone would have to do, and snapped the photo above. The Wacko Wacker had his face covered the whole time, maybe having done this before, rightly assuming people might take a photo. Passengers on the train were looking at each other aghast. Two women got up and moved to another car. At this time, he had now whipped the whole thing out, and was rubbing himself wildly. The little Asian woman sitting on my side looked at me, fear or utter bafflement frozen in her face, looking at me as if to say she had no idea what to do, and wanted me to do something about what was happening.”
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I was at beach over the weekend and realized I was once again the object of desire for some old man, probably someone’s grandfather. This goes on quite often, especially during early hours at the beach. A lot of women do not notice that it’s even going on. The pervs strategically place themselves a good distance away from others before going at it. Sometimes they pretend to be reading newspaper and put their hand underneath the paper. This guy was rubbing himself and when I looked at him he would stop moving. He actually thought I did not know what was going on. When you are closing your eyes to lay out and finally thinking that you can relax, take look around you. Chances are you probably have one of these pervs nearby. They also lay down on blankets and lay on their hand. I usually stand up, say something nasty, and take an obvious picture. They leave after that. Some look around as if they don’t know who you are speaking to. I’ve made a sport of this and it makes the time pass rather quickly.
Submitted by Kismet
I ride the F train regularly. In the morning, there is a man who masturbates to unsuspecting women and girls. He takes advantage of the morning rush hour as well as the numerous nooks and stairwells of the East Broadway train station. I’ve been working up the courage to confront this guy for months and got to the point of staring him down which scares him away from me and I think the train station for a few days. This confirms my theory that his excitement is based on his victims being unaware of what he’s doing.
This morning on my way to work, I see him again. He approaches me (hand in his shorts) as I dig in my handbag for my iPhone. Finally I get it ready and snap his picture just as he’s near me. Unfortunately he ducked behind a stairwell. By the time I get the second shot it’s of his back as he calmly walked away.
Submitted by Jenny
Central Park, right after the wonderful NYC Mini 10k race with thousands of women accomplishing that personal goal, and what happens after this empowering run…we have THIS loser purposely bumping into woman after woman and then trying to rub his midsection (dick) on them!!! Time after time my husband and I watched this bastard seek out a target, walk right over bounce, and then proceed to needle in for the rub up!! After making himself totally obvious with his carrying on, my husband and I walked over to him confronted him and threatened to “break his face” My husband aimed his blackberry and snapped these 2 photos – then we proceeded to chase him out the Park. We got all in his face and yelled at him and he just stood there looking stupid. Women, these guys are losers, DO NOT be afraid to call them out, and get all rowdy, no need to be demur because that is exactly what they’re looking for – for you to keep quiet while they act out. I’ve seen this on the train and women always have that “did he just….” look, open your mouths, kick these guys in the groin, call the cops and let them sort out the shit when these dicks are on the ground howling in pain.
I got on a Brooklyn bound L at Union Square; it wasn’t very crowded (for rush hour) but I was still lucky to find a seat. Or so I thought.
I sat between this asshole and another guy. As soon as I sat down, though, this guy (who is obviously pretty large) squeezed closer to me rather than making room. He had plenty of room to move over, but instead sat smugly in place. Just you’re average dick, I thought, until he started rubbing his arm against my ribs, and resting his hand between our thighs. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I asked politely, “Could you move over just a bit?”
“No,” he said, at which point I realized what his other hand was doing, “I like letting bitches know that they shouldn’t sit where their big asses don’t fit. At that a woman across from us said, “You’re taking up more room than her and him [the guy next to me] combined!” I don’t know if she or anyone else noticed what was going on in his pants. I snapped a blurry pic (I was upset) as I got off at the next shop, and congratulated him on making the site. But I didn’t feel the winner in the situation. Sometimes even such a great outlet as Holla Back just isn’t enough.
Submitted by Hannah