Assault, Stalking

It’s beginning to look a lot like… PERVS.

I’m only 14, and I get harassed every single day. I don’t dress a certain way at all, or anything, and I look my age, so why are older men so gross?

Ugh.

I was walking with one of my friends, when we pass this weird looking guy, who was handing out flyers. He had to be like, in his late 20′s. My friend and I are 14 and 16. We ignored him, and kept walking, since we didn’t want any stupid flyer, but he FOLLOWS us, and keeps poking me in the shoulder with the papers he’s handing out. Then he grabs my friend’s shoulder to try and stop her, and she quickly jerked away. I wasn’t really thinking, so I tried to take one of the flyers so he would go away, but when I grabbed the paper, he didn’t let go, instead he tried to grab my arm and pull me toward him. My friend didn’t know I was behind, so she kept walking. I was so terrified, frozen, and he wouldn’t let go of me! Finally I pulled away, and caught up with my friend, and I told her what happened, and she was shocked, and said she had no clue and that she thought I was behind her. She kept saying it was her fault because she kept walking, but I said, “No, it was that sick pervert’s fault.”

A few months before, I remember getting a phone call from my other friend, who is a bit younger than me. She was 13 at the time, and I had just turned 14. She called my house, crying, and I was scared. She told me she was at the bookstore, and some older man sat next to her, and tried to talk to her, and was hitting on her. She said he kept asking for her phone number, and he wouldn’t stop, so she gave it to him so he’d stop. She said that he was calling her house now. A week later, I went to the same books store, and sat down to read. A man came over to me and asked me if I knew the time. There were other people around me, so that’s all he said at first. I shook my head no, and he alked away, but kept walking back and forth in the area I was in until everyone around me left. Then he crouched down next to me, took a book from the shelf, and sat right next to me pretending to read it. This sick-o kept scooting closer and closer to me, and then started asking me personal questions like where I live. I tried to ignore him, but he kept asking me, so I gave him fake answers, and a fake name. He kept bothering me, and eventually I ran away because he didn’t leave. A few weeks later I came back and saw him bothering a girl who looked to be about 10.

Submitted by Ali

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public masturbation, Stalking

Potbellied Masturbator

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

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Stalking, union square

Starbucks Stalker

I usually don’t notice guys that look. Hey I can appreciate a guy’s looks too so I’ll give them that much. If they say a thing to me then that’s crossing the line.

I meet this guy over at Union Square. I was getting out of the subway and walking up the stairs when this guy right next to me on the staircase said something to me. I knew he was talking to me but I didn’t hear, I was listening to my ipod. I ducked into a Starbucks to avoid him and he followed me in. I got on line thinking that he wouldn’t dare follow me through Starbucks. Oh but he does, he walks in, walks out, stare at me through the window and walk in again to stand in line behind a couple behind me. I finally got to the front of the line and ordered, walked to the condiment table. I thought he left until he appeared right beside me empty handed and asked me “How are you?” I pretended not to hear. He asked it again. I looked
right at him pretending not to understand and he finally walked away.

I don’t need to be asked “How are you?” by a complete stranger that look high on something. Girls be careful in Union Square. This guy doesn’t seem to mind harassing or following a girl that is obviously underage. I do wish I got a picture but I didn’t. He looked totally out of it, like he was stoned or drunk, but then he walked pretty normally for a drunk guy.

I don’t need some stoned guy following me from a subway station, to a starbucks, through the line, to the condiment table just to ask me how I am. If this happens I’ll be sure to have my cell phone in my hands.

Submitted by Daisy

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Assault, Stalking

Tokyo Scare

Last year, I was completing my year of study in Japan. My american friend Laura and I were in Tokyo for a week. She and her family (her father being Japanese) had come and invited me up to Tokyo to stay with them in the hotel so we could bond and I could act as their translator. One day, her parents decided that they were going to go to a temple and told us we would be left on our own. Now, the part of Tokyo we were in was near Roppongi, which is… a very shady part of the town (we didn`t find out how shady till too late), the hotel was a block away from the Russian Embassy.

We hung around the hotel for a while until we decided we would go out to eat. We were NOT dressed slutty in ANYWAY. I am a Muslim so I always wear my head shawl and a dozen layers of clothing. Not to mention it was wet and rainy so we had heavy jackets on. As we walked down the street we talked and tried to figure out what we were going to eat. As we passed by a McDonalds I heard someone say “Hi!”. I hadn`t heard English spoken in such a long time that I stopped, turned and looked at two men who were grinning at me and Laura. Laura and I exchanged a look, we had never seen either of these two men before, so we continued walking.

Then we heard “Hey! Wait up!” and the two men came out of the McDonalds after us. Instantly we panicked and took off running. The men FOLLOWED US. Laura, the faster runner, made it into the department store a block down while I was grabbed by the short One. The tall One went into the department store after Laura and dragged her back out. They started asking us questions, wanting to know if we would come with them to their apartment. They asked us if we would get in a car with them. They asked us if we wanted to “have some fun” with them. Now, mind you, Laura and I are 18 years old, in a foreign country, being forcibly held by two guys and no one is doing a thing to help us.

We try to get away but they just hold tighter onto us. The short guy was holding so tight onto my arm that it left a bruise. They kept feeling us up and asking us crude questions. We kept telling them that we had to leave and that we were going to go get something to eat. So they took us into a subway and bought us sandwhiches. They then managed to sit us against the wall so we couldn`t dash out.

They then literally made us eat the sandwiches, saying it was cute to watch us eat. It turned my stomach, especially as the short guy started to touch my thigh. After what was an eternity, a friend of theirs` walked in and they stood up to talk to them. I think they were high or something because their eyes were blood shot and the tall One was twitching alot.

Anyways, Laura and I then took the opportunity to escape, we ran out of there, literally knocking a few chairs over in our escape. Once out of the store we ran all the way back to the Russian Embassy to the safety of the security guards (who WERE armed, yay!). They watched out for the two men as we caught our breath, we then hurried back to our hotel where we asked the Manager to call the police. We filled out a police report and spent the last day of our trip in Tokyo hidden in the hotel room because we were too afraid to leave.

I have never felt so scared and threatened before in my life. I wanted nothing more than to escape from those two. If their friend hadn`t come in when she did I don`t know what would have happened to us.

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Stalking, Verbal

A Walk Home

Tonight I was walking home with a friend from a wonderful dinner/girls’ night out in D.C. Normally she would have just taken a cab and I would have walked home, since the restaurant was in my neighborhood.

 

Art by Eric Drooker

But she was concerned about my safety (which I thought was silly, because that’s how I am) and we were engrossed in a good conversation. A few blocks from the restaurant, a completely trashed guy came up behind us and started walking along side us/just behind us, speaking loudly. “So, where you ladies been? Was it nice? Where you off to next?” I ignored him and kept walking, while my friend gave very abrupt, short answers.

Eventually, when it appeared he wasn’t going to back off, I stopped with my friend and told the guy to go on. He turned around and muttered something about us “being like that” and moved along. The entire thing was so jarring, a firm reminder of how vulnerable we were on that street. I couldn’t help but feel at once relieved that he hadn’t been more agressive and threatened by the idea that I could have been alone. I couldn’t help but wonder how that might have altered his behavior and I felt like a complete moron for thinking previously that I could walk home alone–clearly a luxurious privilege to which I am not entitled as a woman.

While I’m fairly sure he was just a drunk asshole and that either way it would have been fine, the entire thing was a reminder of how free men feel to violate women’s personal space and to continue doing so, even when it is very clear that they’re uncomfortable and not at all interested in pursuing the conversation.

It also pissed me off. I’m a grown woman. I shouldn’t have to feel stupid for considering walking home alone for five blocks in my own neighborhood. I also shouldn’t have to feel that I need to take a cab everywhere in the city not because I’m too lazy to walk, but because I’m afraid of the insensitive and unpredictable predators that I might find along the way.

When I got home, I found this blog by accident through Blogger’s Blogs of Note. I’m just sad it didn’t occur to me to take a picture, but next time, I’ll certainly try. This is a wonderful idea and means to give voice to the small disturbances and demeaning experiences women face all the time, and pretty much accept as part of their daily lives.

Dude, if you’re out there and reading this, you should be ashamed of yourself. I’m ashamed for you.

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Stalking, Verbal

Thanks a Hell of alot for Destroying my Sense of Safety

It was around 9:30pm last night and I walked into the lobby of my apartment building talking on the phone with one of my friends. We hung up while I was waiting for the elevator and this drunk guy who was older than my father walks over to me and makes a comment about the elevator to which I just nodded. It wasn’t unusual for someone to make a comment about the elevator since we usually had problems with it, but then out of the blue he asks me my name. I turn and stared at him in shock and asked him “Why?” to which he answered “Because you’re pretty.” I just ignored him and made a move to get in the elevator and he started to follow me, still asking my name. Still stunned and by that point – scared, I walked out of the elevator and asked him if he was getting in or out and he said he was getting out and moved out of the elevator so I walked back in. He starts to follow me and I turn to walk out again and he physically blocks my way. All the while, he’s still asking my name. I try to push past him and at that moment, one of the men who was near the front door watching the whole entire thing finally decides to do something and takes the drunk old man by the shoulder and starts to move him out of the way. This gave me a chance to slip by and lucky for me, one of my mom’s friend’s husband walks in the front door at that moment and he took the elevator up to my apartment with me. Right before the elevator door closed, the drunk man yells “since you won’t give me your name, I’ll give you one – baby doll.” 

I had my cell phone clutched in my hand the whole time, unfortunately it didn’t have a camera so I couldn’t take a picture of the jerk’s face. I’m 17 years old and even though I’ve been told I look 18 or 19, it’s still no justification to hit on someone who is thirty years younger than you. It was just plain creepy and it left me completely shaken. I ended up in tears for the two hours that followed because I was totally unnerved and I lost all sense of safety. This incident was made worse by the fact that the night before I had a group of guys shouting “I want some of that pussy” at me while I was walking down the 42 street train station stairs. I’m use to comments of “hey beautiful” and such and I’ve learned to ignore those, but the vulgarity of what those guys were shouting surprised me and left me a bit nervous. But it certainly compared nothing to how violated I felt last night.

Submitted by C.C.

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Assault, Stalking

Billyberg Bastard

Tonight around 10 PM, on a train back to her apartment in Williamsburg, a hooded man seated next to my best friend, a 22 year old woman, whispered in her ear “I am going to follow you when you get up.” He did follow her, just a step behind, up the subway steps of her stop and out onto the street. With great clarity in a life-threatening moment, she stepped inside a bodega, while he stood outside, waiting for her, and was fortunate to find a couple who were willing to walk her the few steps from the market to her apartment door. When they exited the bodega, the hooded man was still there, waiting for his (potential) victim. Unfortunately, it took the help of two people–a woman to make her feel safe, and a man to protect her– to allow this woman to arrive home unharmed.

The most important part of this is that my friend is safe, but I feel such anger and rage that men like this, who derive such a false, disgusting sense of power from physically and sexually threatening women in public (or private), can make strong, smart, powerful women like my friend doubt their decision to live alone if they choose, to live free and independent lives, or to merely live at all. I am completely disgusted, and concerned for my friend.

Submitted by R.P.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Stalking

Ringing in the New Year with Exhibit A: Creepy and Pathetic

I took a photo of these perves at New Years Eve in Sydney last year. We were helping a tourist from Argentina get to her New Years party and these perves were taking her photo on their camera phones. Then when she got off the train they went up to their mates on the upper level of the train and oggled her some more creepily on their phones. If you look carefully you can see us in the reflection of the window laughing at their pathetic ness and looking forward to putting them on the internet and telling everyone about how creepy and pathetic they are. Now that can happen! Yay!
Submitted by Shara

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Stalking

Do you mind?


I was on my way home after an extremely long day when this creep decides to sit next to me on the train. I’m used to creeps leering at me, but this guy belongs on my top 5 worst. He slowly turns and leers at me, with his face only inches away. I could even feel his disgusting breath on me. After a few moments, he turns around, and I brush the whole thing off. A minute later, the creep leers again. This fucker repeats his leer-and-look-away act several times before my skin was crawling and I moved. He was still on the train when I got off, and luckily for me I had my camera, so I snapped his picture as he stupidly looked on.

Submitted by Cathy

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flashing, Stalking

9:50 a.m.: Can I at least drink my coffee first?

This morning circa 9:50 am, I rode the 4/5 train to 86th St. Leaving 59th St., I saw a creepy guy in the doorway with his dick hanging all the way out! His bag was pulled to the side & he was looking confidentally casual, not like he was even prepared to adjust his bag quickly should he be caught. He had briefly stood opposite me back at Union Sq. & I wondered if he had it out when he was standing right in front of me!!! I calmly got off at 86th St. & easily reached the conductor. I simply pointed through the window to the next car.
“That man was exposing himself to me.” He looked surprised, pointed to him and said “That man?”
“Yes.”
He simply walked over to him between the cars, and the asshole was standing there w/his bag positioned in front of him and not even looking nervous. He probably even still had it out, covering it w/the shoulder bag.
The conductor returns with this look on his face that said: “Well, sorry but I don’t see anything unusual…” And then, Mr. Dickhand ran out of the car because the genius conductor had left the doors open the whole time! I went to chase him, but said: “Wait, can you just call upstairs and tell the token booth person?!” And he says…”Well, he just ran off, and there’s nothing I can do since he’s already left the train…”
I never was able to find the slimy weasel again, but saw an NYPD van parked right there. They took my description and phone no., & asked me if I wanted to press charges if they found him. (Hell yeah!) The cops were actually really nice. The female officer actually said: “I’m sorry this happened to you…” The male officer was more aloof but still seemed vaguely concerned. And then they drove off to look for him! I went back downstairs thinking maybe he was somehow still lurking around the station, instead of running to street level. I told the token booth clerk: “A guy was exposing himself to me on the train…I told the police but thought maybe you want a description?”
She said: “Well did they call it in?”
I looked at her blankly because I didn’t see them make any phone calls. Though they did seem on it.
“Yes?”
“Well they’re handling it, something, something, blah..”
It was time to tune out and go to work.

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