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When I was 15 I was walking out of a movie theater with my father when a group of three slightly drunk men who looked to be in their early/mid twenties approached my father and asked if he had a light.
My father told them no and we began to walk away when one of the men shouted to my father to “tell your daughter hi, she’s welcome to join us- we’ll show her a good time!”
The group of men all laughed and made crude gestures. Thankfully, my father and I were already walking away at this point, and we did not encounter them again- although they threw one last “sweetheart” my way as we turned the corner.
I had gone to the store with my mom. As usual, I left her to get the things I needed when I realized this older man was always around me. I thought I was being paranoid about it since I get paranoid easily. However, as I was looking through the music section, he walks by really close and whispers “mm mm mmmm” to where I could hear.
I looked right at him and he looked me dead in the eyes and I ran away. I found some loose but sharp screws lying on a shelf so I put them between my knuckles in case he came near me again. He kept following me so I kept walking the other way. I’m not going back to that store for a long time.
I was working in Paris and my best friend came to visit me so we went out to a bar. The bouncer, who was supposed to check our IDs only asked us each in turn if we were 18. I was annoyed by his laziness and when he asked me I replied, no I’m 13.
He responded by saying, “You aren’t thirteen,” and then groping my breasts, “These aren’t thirteen”. I was so shocked, I just walked into the bar without saying anything or reporting him. I still regret not speaking up for myself.
I was walking to the train station at lunch time when a man crossed the road toward me while I was waiting to cross the other way. He stood right next to me, trying to look down my top and talking on the phone about what he would like to do to ‘this girl’.
When I began to cross he yelled ‘look at that ass go’ and followed me for five minutes, stopping and starting so I wouldn’t think he followed me. I walked up some stairs and he touched my leg and I think he took a photo up my skirt.
Once I reached the train station he kept watching me for a few more minutes but I didn’t move so he eventually left. I was really scared and thought he might grab me or worse.
I want to hollaback!
I was introduced to a guy by a friend back in highschool and from the first day I met him I did not like him. The first day I hung out with him he attempted to put his hand between my legs, to which I pushed him away. Unfortunately that was not the last time I felt violated by this prick. Since the first day there have been many times that I would see him and he would walk behind me, following me and call out “damn nice ass”. He has also sent me really perverted texts.
I am a Muslim woman living in Kuwait and I cover from head to toe in black, including a face veil that shows only the eyes. In the mornings I like to park in a public park near the sea to meditate in my car. This is the second time the same guy approached me in his car, parking next to me and staring at me. Today I took some photos and got his car plate number and am considering reporting it to the police. What bothers me is that I felt unsafe and I drove away, abandoning my meditation session. If it happens again, I will take more photos, stand my ground and honk the horn until hopefully HE leaves.
Some guy made gross noises to me as I walked past
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.