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Car full of men yelled, “Hey baby” and “sexy” at me on a dark street.
1) You dropped your smile in the puddle back there.
2) You’re looking fine as ever (whispered into my ear).
3) A man asked me what time it was, I told him, he walked away. But then when I was bending over putting something in my trunk, he had come back to grab my ass. (I did call the cops).
4) Him: “Come home with me.”
Me: “F**k off”
Him: “You f**king c**t”
My friend and I were going out downtown. While trying to park our car at a garage, two men pulled up next to us and were making obscene sexual gestures toward us. They pulled into the garage behind us so we decided to go to another garage.
Followed by three young men on a dark street in Chicago, they taunted me: “Hey, stop. Don’t you have anything for us?” They snickered and I picked up the pace and they yelled catcalls, but thankfully didn’t pursue.
Feeling uncomfortable at a concert with flashing and groping.
As a graduate student, I was walking into the post office on campus when a man ran across the street and followed me in to tell me I had a “great ass.” I felt threatened, objectified, unsafe, and alone.
8:30am. Walking down a wide tree lined street in a suburban neighborhood passing large but cozy houses. Sort of McMansion Jr’s. A boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old, walks towards me on this otherwise vacant street. We lock a gaze and as I look into his greyish blue eyes, I feel an odd cold tingling of “off-ness” in his stare. I look away and as he passes me he grabs my shoulders so I stop. He then squeezes my breasts hard in his hands, and lets go and runs fast away from me. I remain stunned. Heart racing. Nauseous.
I was walking back from the dining hall on my campus with a friend. There is a place called “the hangout tree”–benches where a lot of male college students sit and gaze at the women that pass–so I walked by with my usual “ignore all around me” attitude. Nevertheless, not today. One guy said, “hey sexy baby, can I holler?” There were five other men jeering at his friend who talked to me. I passed by ignoring him and he shouted, “You are an ugly bitch anyway.” I felt so annoyed and pissed off I couldn’t say anything about how f**cking rude he was.
I was raped and sexually abused a long time ago by a babysitter and family friend.
I have been told that because I am a woman that my job is in the kitchen making meals. Ive been told that I’m a good for nothing babymaker and that I have to submit to the men in my lives. I was told that all I am good for is sex and that i need to use my body to please men.