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HOLLA ON THE GO: new submission from phone app

Bike messenger, 30s. I was waiting for the light to cross Greene on Waverly. He had the light but chose instead to stay and bother me.

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Denise’s Story: “A serious international problem”

I was on a regional train, going towards Reggio Calabria, South of Italy. At the train stop “Villa”, many people got off the train. A guy was sitting in front of me. We were almost alone, there was only a man on the backside but he was far. The guy sitting in front of me began masturbating. I realised that later, as I wasn’t watching him for a long time. So I got up and shouted, then I escaped. Because of the rush, I moved towards the empty part of the train: absolutely no one was there. So I decided to go back (I had no choice really) and then it happened the thing that I feared the most: I met that guy; as I feared, he was coming towards me. I blew him with the elbow and ran to the ticket collector and told him what happened. Terrible.
I was really terrified when I saw the guy following me, realising that no one could help me. Now I’m quite shocked. I don’t know I didn’t call the police: I just wanted to go home. But now I regret not having done it.

I shared this even if I’m far from NY, because I think street harassment is a SERIOUS international problem.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: new submission from app

Just caught this guy taking upskirt photos on the downtown N train. Got off at Union Square

I've got your back!
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Anonymous’s Story: “Car full of men”

Car full of men yelled, “Hey baby” and “sexy” at me on a dark street.

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Anonymous’s Story: Things harassers say

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”

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Abby’s Story: Forced to move

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.

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Anonymous’s Story: “Thankfully they didn’t pursue.”

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.

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Anonymous’s Story: Concert

Feeling uncomfortable at a concert with flashing and groping.

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Anonymous’s Story: “Alone”

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.

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Anonymous’s Story: “Nauseous”

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.

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