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