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Caitlain’s Story: A woman walking down the street IS NOT an invitation

I was walking back from a party with friends- we were going to try and get a late night bus. Just as we’re approaching the bus stop, a group of guys started running at us yelling “BITCHEEES”. I wasn’t really appalled until one of them ran past me, and as he did so, he ran his hand up my leg and grabbed my butt. I always thought I would be able to say something in that kind of situation, one that was more than verbal abuse, but I didn’t. I sort of froze and just said something to my friends. I’m disappointed in myself, but I’m more disappointed in the fact that women simply walking down the street is apparently an invitation to grope and touch them.

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Veronica’s Story: Unacceptable in-school harassment

So, I’m a fifteen year old girl…and I was going to my third period class yesterday (friday). I was wearing a red cotton dress with an over sized tee shirt on top so I wasn’t breaking the dress code that I completely disagree with. The dress goes down to about an inch or so above my knee and my shirt goes down to a little lower than my clavicle. Well my history teacher put me in a group with three other people and I was explaining what was on the homework because of course I’m the only one to do it and I notice my at least sixty year old teacher keep looking at me and hanging around close to my group and he the entire time is looking me over, and I don’t think of myself as a particularly sexy TEEN but I am curvy so I generally catch on when guys stare at my boobs or ass and he was staring at my boobs a lot and when I crossed my arms he called me out of the room. And as always this will inspire an immature ooooooh from my classmates and i walked out embarrassed into the hall with an OPEN DOOR and was quite loud about how I was not appropriately dressed for school and I was distracting the other students, a lady of my age and intelligence (as if letting air touch your skin is harmful to your brain cells)shouldn’t be wearing such apearal blah blah blah and I nodded wanting it to be over and agreed to dress more appropriately on monday because what else can I do? Its not like I can tell him to go fuck himself instead of staring at my tits all 45 minutes of the class. And after I walked into class again i see the two boys in my group grin at me and I raised my eyebrow at them, when I sat down they started to ask all sorts of inappropriate questions like “so did he bust you for being a coke whore yet?” “hey I got five dollars on me is that enough for a blowjob?” “So is there some kind of slut academy where a guy can get a girl a bit thinner than you for cheap?” I fucking kid you not…and no one did anything…so I looked over at my teacher’s desk, guess what? HE WAS FUCKING SMIRKING AT ME WHAT THE FUCK? And so for the rest of the day these boys saw me in the halls and coughed “slut” “bitch” “hoe” “fat cunt” and some of their inbred jerk-off chauvinist pigs of friends joined in…Well I survived friday, can’t wait till monday…

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Abbey’s Story: “We cannot make excuses for men, just because they are men.”

It was a girl’s night. I was out with my friends and we were walking around the city town’s square around 9pm, scouting out stores we wanted to go into. I was walking in front, and my friends were walking and talking behind me. As we kept walking there was a group of 3 guys coming our way and when we were about to pass them on the sidewalk the guy in the middle says “oh yay hug” and forces himself on to me, giving me a hug thinking he is funny. I didn’t hug back, as a matter of fact I pushed him off of me and said “no” As I kept walking, I heard him go “what’s your problem?”, or something along the lines of that, while his friends laughed in encouragement. It angered me that a person, especially a boy I did not know, thought he was in the right by trying to touch me in any way. Out of annoyance and anger, I flipped him off and continued walking down the sidewalk without looking back. At first I sort of felt bad for being so harsh with this guy. I found myself not blaming him at all and making up excuses for him to my friends, saying “Oh he’s just a boy. It’s not that big of a deal. I overreacted.” But my best friend stopped me after I said that and started telling me I was absolutely wrong. That it was an extremely big deal that he thinks he can get away with harassing me in public when it was unwanted. She made the point to tell me that WE CANNOT MAKE EXCUSES FOR MEN, JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE MEN (I put that in all caps because I think it is the most valid point of this story). And I believe what she said is 100% true. He was pushing boundaries, making me feel uncomfortable, and then acting like I did something wrong when I got mad. Thankfully my friend was able to help me realize that I wasn’t the antagonist at all. I now understand why it is wrong for men to think it is okay to whistle at women, or honk at them when they are walking by, or yell things at them, or even try and force themselves onto you. This is not right that women brush the situation off, while thinking “Oh he’s just a guy”; because it is still street harassment, and whatever it may be, it needs to stop.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: Wolf whistles

I was walking to a friend’s house at about 6 PM, and a man wolf whistled as I walked by. He then yelled that he and his wife (who was not there if real) wanted to fuck me and that she would go easy on me because I’m so young…

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Jocelyn’s Story: He stalked her home

I was walking home from my bus stop one day when some old man approached me(around mid 30’s or early 40’s). I was 17 at the time. He was walking behind me and didn’t say a word or make any noise. He could have been following me since i got off the bus, but i didn’t see or hear him. As soon as he saw that i knew he was behind me he started to talk. I was so startled that i can’t remember what he said. I mean this man was just too close for comfort. So i decided to move to the side and let him pass. Well he continued to walk, but as he did so he would stop and look back. Just to see if i was still walking. If he didn’t see me he began to look for me. So at this point my heart is racing and i have no clue what to do than to walk slower. As he kept stopping and looking back he gave me the weirdest and creepiest look i have ever seen in my life. I mean his stare made feel so vulnerable, helpless and as if he was stripping me with his eyes. Then, what scared me the most. As i went in my apartments entrance i saw him. He was in his balcony WAITING to see me enter and kept staring at me until he had no visual.

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Nancy’s Story: For unlucky grocery shoppers

While doing my regular grocery shopping, a man who was passing by in the same aisle said quietly to me, “You look beautiful. Your husband is a lucky man.” I was flattered and smiled and said, “I guess he’s really lucky, I’m divorced.” I just kept walking and continued my shopping. I encountered him on another aisle and he asked for my phone number, which I declined to give. Two weeks later, shopping at the same store, I encountered the same guy again. Clearly he didn’t remember me, because he used the exact same line on me again – I didn’t feel flattered this time and realized I’d been played the first time. So I just said, “Yeah, I get that a lot,” and walked on. This time I also encountered him on another aisle again, he asked for my phone number again, and as I was declining he moved even closer to me and KISSED ME ON THE LIPS! I was too shocked to respond at all and just immediately left the store, just abandoned my cart and left. I wish I had reported him to the management. I’m sure he harassed other women in the same store. Oh, months and months later I was leaving a completely different grocery store on the other side of town. Would you believe that same guy was walking into the grocery store and he once again told me that my husband is a lucky man as we passed.

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Alice’s Story: Bitter would be an undertstatement

I wanted to red flag Townsville, Australia as a big city for street harassment. It’s a city with a country vibe, a large local army base full of irritating alpha male types and very little to do…so this kind of behaviour is often seen as a right of passage for the males of the town.
The worst experience was when I and a friend were going home from the river after a day swimming and were walking on the pavement parallel to the highway. Some car full of guys actually slowed down, climbed half way out of the window and smacked my friend’s ass as he drove by in his truck. She was teeny at the time so the smack toppled her over onto her knees (grazing them quite badly) and to which they reacted to by hooting and saying “nice ass” before driving off. We didn’t get the licence plate in time to do anything about it and I’ve always been a bit bitter about the situation because we just had to deal with it in the only way we could – we just stopped walking that route home completely.
Seeing us as walking boobs and legs is just a way to pretend we’re not people, we’re not deserving of respect and we don’t have rights to our own bodies. It’s utter bullshit.

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Laira’s Story: “I’m sickened that I was degraded so quickly”

I was sitting with my boyfriend outside of the movie theater, I leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek when a group full of teenage boys drove by in a truck and yelled at me “Suck his dick!” I glared at them and told them to fuck off. I’m sickened that I was degraded so quickly.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: “He just pretended like nothing happened”

Was walking in America Mura with my friend bel. We were trying to find a cab. It was around 2am. Some guy grabbed my boob. Not brushed it, he outright palmed it. So I turned around and said “what the f*ck?!” in English. the guy was like, “sumimasen”, but he wasn’t. So I and pushed him, and he just pretended like nothing happened as i shouted at him. he slithered across the road and started following a girl in a mini skirt… Creep. I should have kicked him in the balls.

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RaeOno’s Story: “Booty Calls”, catcalls, and threats

I’m an F to M, pre-op and not rabidly SJW, so if people still consider me just a bearded lady it’s like, whatev. I’m also partially handicapped by my RA and have had caregivers to help with this. One, a M to F I used to live with, got so fed up with the attitudes in the neighborhood she quit, so now I have a feisty lady who comes to help.
Directly below me is an older man.  Since he moved in there is a constant flow of rude people standing around on his porch, and they had taken to harassing the lady who works for me.

Initially since she had thought he was friendly she gave him her contact info, but he used it to “booty call” her, demanding she come down and suck his dick. When she told him no thank you, he decided to direct his anger at me, threatening to report me for having an illegal tenant. Last I heard disabled people are allowed to have caregivers, and I’d already informed Housing of her existence.

Now every time I step out on my porch I get catcalls or threats, as does she.

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