So I just remembered something that didn’t annoy me before but now that I know a bit more about street harassment it does. After the second time I was harassed which was at a movie theatre.(a guy was talkin a bout my friend, my cousin, and my butts.) I decided to tell my mom and he response was: “I bet you were wearing shorts huh?.” At the time I was like yeah, and kind of felt a bit ashamed. Now I’m like so that gives them permission to talk to me that way. Ugh, why do people think like that? I dress for me not for you!
So I was at the movies and I was walking out it was pretty late. I was with my cousin and we were almost to her car when a few guys made a creepy comment about me. We rushed to the car quickly and drove off. Ever since then I hadn’t worn my favorite shirt because it reminded me of that. Yesterday I finally put it on. It is a shirt with stars that says free spirit.
Another creepy experience again at the same place I was with my friend and the same cousin. We were just walking out of the movie theatre and a few guys said something about out asses. I wanted to flip them off, but instead I stayed quiet and kept walking. Why do guys have to do this. Don’t they realize it freaks us out. It makes me so mad. It also makes me mad that my cousin and friend didn’t care all that much. How could thy not freaking care. As long as I am in this world I will not let cat calling, abuse or any type of torment to us gals become the norm. I may be young, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t make a difference.
It was awesome to finally put up this story on the app, because on the website the closest place to the real location was San Francisco. I’m happy my story shows where it really happened!
We may be girls, but above all we are humans.
I was riding my bike home after work, and this guy rode up beside me and started telling me I look beautiful. I figured if I said ‘thanks’ it would just end the conversation, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. I couldn’t think straight, so I kept trying to drop hints for him to leave, but he still commented on my figure, and kept following me, all the while telling me what he would do to me. After a few minutes, my heart was racing, and I wanted to cry, I looked at him and said ‘you know what, you’re making me uncomfortable, please leave, good day’. I think he may have mummbled a sorry, but who knows. I was out of breath from the experience, and unfocused for the rest of the day.
A man asked me for money and I gave him what I had. Then he proceeded to sexually harass me. There after, every time I saw him on the street, he would call out to me and sexually harass me. Had to stop walking down this street.
Walking down this street when a carload of men hung out the car windows and shouted things at me that I couldn’t quite make out (good on ya, lads).
Guy in a truck with “goon squad” stickers demanded my attention by catcalling.
I stopped at a gas station to get gas and a a drink. I pumped gas, and then went inside. While I was walking through the pumps a car of men pulled up and started yelling at me, “Hey”. I continued to walk faster, “Hey, I’m *uc*ing taking to you with the nice a**!” By the time I made it in the store I was shaking and in tears, I waited for the car to leave before going back out. I was terrified. It’s broad daylight and they are yelling so loud, everyone could hear. This happens so often here in Arlington, TX that I don’t even want to leave my house. They’re not afraid for people to hear their verbal harassment, so what else are they capable of?
I had just gotten out of a community yoga class. I was sweaty and happy, proud of the work I’d just put in, and I slung my yoga mat over my back and started walking to my next destination. I had just finished crossing the street when it happened—I heard the electric sound of a car window rolling down to my left, saw the car start to pull forward out of my peripheral vision as it turned at the intersection, and then a sticky-sweet voice from the car yelled at me, “Your camel toe gets me randy.”
I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING, Mr. Catcall-Dandy! My response is here: plumsandthorns.blogspot.com
I am a European girl in the Dominican Republic. I have blond hair and every man in the street has to tell me something about it. Sometimes I am harassed by 20+ men on my way to work. It makes me crazy.
I’m Brazilian, and I experienced this many times. Two years ago, when I was 15, I was at an elementary school party and I was talking to some friends, when a guy (who I didn’t know) suddenly hold me and asked me for a kiss. I refused, but he held me closer, tried to kiss me and whispered disgusting words in my ear. I felt really bad, and the girls who were with me didn’t do anything. Luckly, my mother called me to tell me she was on her way to pick me up.