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I grew up in a house of 4 brothers plus my father. Being the only female was never any different to me because my father raised us all to be equal and everything my brothers did, I could too. Things are so much different when you grow up and introduced to the real world. Today I was downtown shopping with my friend and while she was distracted shopping I was looking around and unfortunately caught sight of two young males. They were undressing me with their eyes and talking things to me that I couldn’t make out because of how nervous I was. They kept at it and I couldn’t look them in the eye and give them a dirty look, like I am now used to doing. I didn’t tell my friend and I couldn’t even look at the people who had witnessed it. I got home and cried because I was so ashamed. I felt ashamed that I couldn’t stick up for myself like my dad and brothers had taught me.
So I was at the local county fair last year with a couple of my friends. One of my friends had to meet her mom by the entrance so that she could get her sweater. We were standing by the entrance waiting for her mom when this older man, probably in his 50s or 60s walks up right up to me and says very creepily, “You’re really hot.” I froze at that moment then walked closer to my friend to get away from him. I didn’t know what to say because I was so freaked out. Then he said, “What, now you’re walking away from me?” Then, just at that moment, my friend’s mom pulled up and we jumped in her car. I was so scared and freaked out because he singled me out like that. I was so afraid that we would see him again in the fair and I was paranoid the rest of the day. The worst part is that my friends had to tell everyone what happened!
Smelly drunk guy decided to take advantage of the super-packed bus to rub himself against my butt. I didn’t feel like I could speak up because I was scared that the other passengers wouldn’t support me, since there were no other women in the immediate area.
Travelling on a public coach in the daytime down the highway, I look out the window at a car driving in the next lane. The male driver (who can only see my head) catches my eye and makes a masturbatory gesture with his hand until we drive out of sight. I feel, as usual, totally helpless. That day on my way to the bus, I had already been cussed out on the sidewalk as a ‘bitch’ by another male stranger, while walking past him (in broad daylight, fully dressed). Last time I was out of town and crossing a street (again in broad daylight, fully dressed), two men in a car driving by threw a liquid out of their window and all over me, then watched my reaction in their car mirrors. I just want to be able to travel without experiencing verbal, gestural or physical assaults on my confidence and my person. I would characterise these as sexual in nature because it is males on their own insulting a young woman on her own.
Had a car load of men leer and yell “Wewwwww!” at me whilst I waited at the crossing on Gympie Rd, Chermside (Brisbane, Australia at 10:30am on Saturday, 12 July 2013) They then got caught in traffic so I was able to snap this photo of their vehicle.
Contained four typical bogan-type louts.
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.