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I had decided to take a short-cut from the cantonment Stn through a small mound as I was late for work. I saw a group of dogs around its base. I was about to take the longer way when I saw a man walking towards the mound. I decided to follow him. On reaching the peak I saw another dog & started to turn around when he grabbed my left arm grazing my breast. I shrugged it off and continued down. He once again groped my left breast. I pushed him off me & slid down & ran as fast as I could to work.
I was getting an order to go at a restaurant and some guy called out, “GodDAMN”. All I want is to get food in peace.
Walking down THE STREET I LIVE ON only to have a man say to me in passing “Hey blondie, can I smell your pussy?”
Not okay, not appropriate, and I’m not going to let it intimidate me.
I was waiting at a bus stop when an older man approached me and asked what time the bus got there. Once on, he started jacking off into his hat on the bench next to mine. I feel disgusted.
Worst part is, I was carrying some materials of a school project so he knew I was under aged.
I feel so violated by their eyes. I live in a campus housing. I was getting out of the gym and I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, and as I turned the corner to exit, a bench was there and a man was sitting on the bench. He looked at my ass, then back at me without any wavering eyes. He just smiled at me and smirked at me, he didn’t even bother to look away. There was a long straight pathway to get back to my apartment, and he just stared at me the whole time even as I walked away into the distance. Another time I was at my school’s gym, and there were windows. I was on the Stairmaster, and custodians stopped doing their job to pause and look at my ass.. They were there for a good 5-10 minutes. I was stricken with fear. Ever since then I’ve been very uncomfortable around men who look at me like that, I have might have developed a bit of paranoia.
It’s really intimidating when two guys are staring at you and you’re outnumbered. It’s scary being alone and having to be stared down by guys you don’t even fucking know. They could do something to you, you know? So I just have to quickly finish what I came to do in whatever store and get the hell out of there. It’s a normalized experience, “Men do it all the time!” There is a difference, creeps.
I attended a show at the House of Blues alone. My boyfriend recently broke up with me and my friends were in Vegas. I sometimes go to events because I enjoy spending time alone and I needed to listen to live music as my form of therapy. There I was in the crowd enjoying the show, feeling happy and energetic and safe. I felt someone’s hand on my butt and I looked back but the only people directly behind me was a girl and her bf. I couldn’t see anyone who looked guilty so I just turned around and thought that was it. Not even a minute later I feel someone’s fingers on my vagina. I was wearing a skirt with pantyhose. I whipped my head around and again the same couple only this time the girl pointed at a guy next to her. Without thinking I shoved him violently and yelled at him not to f*cking touch me. He looked at me and said I didn’t do anything.
I turned back around and tried to keep watching the show but my entire being was burning. I felt so violated, so humiliated, so angry. My eyes filled with tears I felt like I was going to explode and I thought no that is not enough he needs to feel how I feel. A guy next to me noticed I was on the verge of breaking down so he asked me what was wrong. I told him and he reacted how I expected, he immediately got security’s attention and I told that security what happened. I turned back to the girl to ask her if she was 100% sure it was him. She said yes.
That security then signaled to a bigger security behind me and that security pulled me out of the crowd and up to his level. I told him what happened and I pointed out the guy. At that moment he and 3 other men went in the crowd, pulled the guy out and escorted him to the street. They allowed me to stand with them the rest of the night, asked me if I was okay, told me no girl should ever go through that and told me they roughed they go up for me so he knows never to do that again. I know someone people in my life tell me im partially to blame because of what I wore or because I went alone (my ex included). I do not agree with this and I am thankful for the men that made me feel safe and my feelings valid that night.
I was sitting in the subway, checking my phone. When I looked up, I came face to ‘face’ with an fully erected membrum virile. I shouted with surprise but stood still, not believing my eyes. The man hid his dong behind his shoulder bag, and mumbled ‘Sorry’. A woman asked me what was going on, but I kept quiet. I eventually moved to another seat.
A man on the rapidride D bus line heading north hurled sexist insults at the female bus driver. When I grumbled that that was not cool, he turned and made obscene gestures at me for several minutes until he finally got off the bus.
Two men in their twenties followed me while I was walking to the store. They repeatedly made sexual comments about my body and followed me about two blocks to the store front before they left.
It’s Halloween weekend in Baltimore. My friends and I put in our time at the restaurant we served at, enjoyed some libations at the bar we frequented, and were walking to 711 for some good old fashioned convenience store treats. There were four of us, all women, enroute when all of a sudden I felt my skirt raise and someone place their hands on both butt cheeks and did what I could only say is juggled them. I, stunned, pulled my skirt down and slowly turned around. The man who did this was running in the direction he came from and never turned around as one of my friends yelled obscenities at him.
I stood there in a daze wondering what it was that I did to invoke such behavior. Was I targeted because I was fat and in the back, an easy target. Was I targeted because of my skirt? I mean, it was my uniform. I had to wear a black, above the knee tight skirt. Was it because of my clown accessories; striped socks, rainbow suspenders, and over sized glasses? We continued to the store talking about the incident and what would compel someone to do such a thing.
My friend, the one yelling obscenities to the man who groped me, approached Captain America, remember it was halloween, at the coffee bar asking where he was when the assault happened. He replied,” look at what she’s wearing.” I don’t remember the rest because I was utterly shocked to hear this come out of someone’s mouth. I thought it myself but to hear it out loud was mind bending. My friends and I eventually started making light of the situation calling the assaulter “The Butt Juggler” and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. This was just over a year ago and it wasn’t until I stumbled upon this movement that i realized what I experienced was assault. Who knows what would’ve happened if I was alone. What if he didn’t run away but further his assault? I was lucky. So many women, and men, aren’t.