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This creeper followed my cousin home, then back to the beach where he sat in front of us and was in the water in front us and masturbated. One mom told him to leave us alone but he again attempted to follow us home.
I cut through a mini park six feet away from a main street, at 7:30 in the morning, to catch a bus, towing a suitcase. This apparently is enough provocation for a man on a bench nearby, who looks the worse for wear, to issue a steady stream of abuse until I am out of sight, most of which I miss but which clearly includes the word ‘bitch’. It is broad daylight, in a public place, and I am dressed from head to foot. Even if it was night, an alley, and a miniskirt, I am not a bitch.
Many instances of cat calling and inappropriate comments yelled on the street or out of cars at women walking. Very vulgar and uncomfortable…
While trying to enjoy lunch with my partner, a man at the table behind ours kept staring at me (he was in a large group of men). I slid my chair to one side, hoping to deter further staring, to no avail. I asked my partner to move to another table with me so we could continue our conversation in peace, but I still feel uncomfortable and anxious about it.
While waiting for the bus, a man drove by me twice hollering out the window at me, and twice I flipped him off. The third time he pulled over in front of my stop and began to get out of the car to help me get in for “a ride”. Apparently none of my vulgar swearing got the message across. It took a swing of my fishing knife and a smile saying “I have absolutely no problem cutting you cock off here and now.” For him to leave me alone.
More times than I can count I’ve been walking in Seattle and been yelled at from cars by men. Things like “how much are you?” and “I’d ride that all day.” My style varies and I’ve been yelled at like this in a dress with tights, jeans and a tshirt, and short skirts. It doesn’t matter what I dress like or the fact that I’m a full-figured woman; men just assume that I am a commodity to be bought. But I’m not.
I work very early in the morning and I occasionally take the bus rather than walking to work if I’m running late. This morning I was waiting for the bus, reading a book and two men walked up to the bus stop. They got very close to me and told me I was beautiful and moved closer. I told them to fuck off and they walked away. Then they came back and told me I was still beautiful. I told them if they didn’t leave me alone I would call the police. They laughed and told me it isn’t a crime to look at a beautiful woman. I told them no, to stop and to leave me alone. They finally left but not before calling me a bitch and yelling fuck you a lot.
I went running in my neighborhood today. A man about ten years older (I’m 15) than me hung out the window of his truck and screamed “nice tits” at me.
When I was a freshman in high school, a large group of older boys at school thought that the most hilarious running joke would be proclaiming their love to me over and over again. It did not help that I was physically mature for my age. On Valentine’s Day, they sent me over 30 carnations in front of my whole class. I did not know what to do besides laugh along with everyone else, while secretly feeling uncomfortable. Girls are taught through pop culture that a boy harassing them out of passion is a dear proclamation of love, and should be yielded to tenderly. What these boys were really doing was asserting their male power at my expense, and continuously belittling me in an academic setting. I was an intelligent student who was remembered for my boobs.