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I walked out on my lunch hour a block away to get something to eat. On my way there, I heard several “kissy” noises coming from my right side. I turned to see a delivery man walking right beside me and staring at me. As soon as I turned to him, I gave him a look of disgust to show him those noises were not welcome. He was just happy to have gotten my attention at all and followed up with “HI!”
This made me feel disgusting and totally degraded in the middle of the day. Immediately after I walked away, I wished I had some something to him about how inappropriate that was. It made me feel icky and gross. I came back to work and told a friend (girl) about the situation, and she made me feel worse by telling me its not a big deal and she loves it when she gets compliments in the street, but “to each their own” and then she refused to engage in any further discussion on the matter. I feel awful! If women can’t get on the same page about this, how can we ever hope that street harassment will stop?
I was coming home at night from a really good job interview. I got on the train at Hollywood/Vine Metro Station and headed back towards 7th/Metro Station. About a stop or two down the track a drunk man got on the train, singing VERY loudly (with very little talent) and sat directly across from me. I ignored him until about 10 minutes later when I noticed he was opening a can of bud light (probably his 5th). I looked away trying to ignore him again and when I glanced back I saw him starring directly at me, licking his lips, and rubbing the inside of his thigh dangerously close to his small dick. I glared back at him trying to get him to stop but he just kept going so I changed seats. He began to laugh and say degrading comments toward me … so I flicked him off (I don’t take that kind of bull shit from anyone). And then he began getting really aggressive, stumbling toward me and threatening me. We continued cussing each other out until I got to 7th & Metro. As I exited the train he made a knee jerking motion and said “I will kick your ass, bitch” and that’s when I blew my top, turned around, and said “WELL THEN COME ON BABY, I”M RIGHT HERE”. Of course the dick did nothing and continued to cuss at me as the doors closed. The ONLY bystander on a train full of useless people was this angel of a woman who, as she was also exiting the train, told the man “Don’t you touch her”. I can’t thank that woman enough for standing up for me. I’m always use to standing alone, I just want someone to help me out, just fucking once. If anyone sees a short, black man wearing a red baseball cap handing out stupid black business cards on the metro promoting himself as a “world champion boxer” (he actually tried using his cards to intimidate me) call the cops and stay away from him.
Riding home on my way home from work, a man called out, “I wish I was a bike seat!”. This comment was not a compliment and made me feel disgusted.
Bugün okulda Kürtleri ve ibneleri istemiyoruz diyen 2 kişi arkamdan hakaret etti. Sözlü tacizle homofobi ve kürtfobi saldırıya uğradım. Üniversite okuyan öğrencilerin bu şekilde davranmaları aldıkları eğitimleri gösteriyor.
Today 2 people insulted me from behind saying “we do not want Kurds and fags at school”. I was verbally attacked with anti-kurdish harassment and homophobia. Students attending college have been receiving training to behave this way.
“Nice ass…best butt in town”, was yelled at me by a group of men, followed by a wolf-whistle, when walking down the Main Street of Angaston. This was a Saturday afternoon and it was humiliating. I pretended not to hear it, although my non-response encouraged more comments.
Somebody in a red Chevy kept making sexual gestures at me constantly.I was walking and the traffic kept them away but a mile away they were harassing me again
A group of young boys on bicycles was blocking the path where I usually run — this is a wide, safe path by a river.
As I ran by, two of them touched my butt. I turned around and yelled at them “hey! that is not acceptable. You cannot do that.” I then ran away but I still want to cry. It made me so upset and angry.
Je rentrais chez moi le soir avec une copine, et deux hommes nous ont abordées. Ma copine et moi, on ne lui a pas répondu quand il nous a demandé, dans un premier temps, si on pourrait “faire connaissance” et après si on “voulait baiser”. Moi et ma copine a continué notre chemin sans répondre, alors il a crié qu’on était des grosses putes en nous suivant quelques mètres. Puis lui et son copain ont quitté la place.
I went home at night with a girlfriend and two men approached us. My girlfriend and I, we did not answer him when he asked us, at first, if we could “get to know them” and then if we “wanted to fuck.” My girlfriend and I went on our way without answering, then he shouted that we were big whores and they followed us a few meters. Then he and his friend left.
Walking down 14th with two of my friends, a man walked toward me in that way they do, where you know they’re about to say something disgusting. He didn’t say anything, though. He just passed by me extremely close, then turned and started following us. He threw out some “baby… baby”s and we ignored him. His comments became more disgusting, “I love your pussy. It’s my favorite.” He kept following. He followed us to our front steps (by the time we realized he was still following, we were already on our deserted street), though we told him to stop. We told him no several times. My friend got out her phone to call the cops and the guy finally left. My friend spoke to the 911 operator for a few minutes. We’re still seething, and worried about him knowing where we live.
Printemps dernier. Je monte dans le bus bondé. Il pile, une main touche furtivement ma jupe au niveau de mon pubis. Je remarque que c’est celle d’un homme et place mon sac devant ma jupe, de sorte qu’il ne puisse pas réitérer -à cet instant je lui laisse encore le bénéfice du doute puisque je me dis c’est peut etre la secousse du bus qui l’a poussé contre moi. Sa main cherche mon entrejambe. Je le repousse, essaie de me dégager. Les larmes montent mais je reste muette. Il change de place.
Last spring. I get into the crowded bus. It stops suddenly, a hand touching my skirt at the level of my pubes. I notice that it is of a man and put my bag in front of my skirt, so it can not happen again -to this moment I let him have the benefit of the doubt because I think maybe the shaking bus drove him against me. His hand looking for my crotch. I push him, trying to free myself. Tears come but I remain silent. He changes position.