One of my friends that I had known for a few months sent me a dm on Twitter. He tried to ask me out and I told him I had a boyfriend. After learning this, he persistently asked for nudes saying things like “it doesn’t have to be shirtless” and “it’s not that bad”, “can I at least get a look at your underwear drawer?”.
I told him no and I had no idea what to do.
After a week I finally told my parents. He got in trouble (not a lot) and I got grounded and interrogated on “what I said to provoke it”.
We were 15.
It happens on an everyday basis, virtually. If you are female and walk down the street you get asked, “How much”, and slag, or slut, etc. from random men passing by or from men in cars shouting out to you. It’s no good blaming it on what a woman wears, because even when you are wearing no make-up, no high heels, hair unbrushed and a long dress they still do it. Also, the people driving the cars should be concentrating on the traffic and road, not neglecting it to look out the window and harass a woman. I would say, “How much” is the most common phrase and then you are asked 70p, etc. It is unacceptable to be harassed just because you happen to be female, especially in the 21st century.
I worked at a restaurant in an area (shopping district) that is widely considered nice, and somewhat “high-class”. I was on my break and and decided to walk to the Panera two blocks away. On my way back two men were crossing the street from the other end. As I walked past them one said: damn girl you’re beautiful. I wasn’t so much scared, as taken aback. It was broad daylight and there were tons of people around. I still felt uncomfortable despite the fact it “sounded like a compliment.”
As usual, i was going home after closing the bar i used to work at, it was around 4a. So i was (a little bit) drunk, heading to my flat, at a 2mn walk away, walking on a big lightened pedestrian street when a groupe of 4 or 5 young men joined me. One criticized my low waist jeans saying he sees everything and the others laughed when i stammered a multiple excuse “you don’t see anything / i’m wearing a boxer/it’s not my fault my button gave way sooner”. last thing i remember, the guy who adressed me put a hand against my throat, pining me against the church’s wall. They all left laughing. I ran back home. I don’t want to blame myself for being tipsy, i don’t want to feel guilty about an outfit, but i do feel bad about the explanation i gave them : we shouldn’t need any.
Walking down the street in a black t-shirt and jeans. Two white men, mid 20’s cat called me saying, “look at this bitch. Bitch you busy, wanna party?”
I did not respond, which apparently prompted anger in an additional response with, “are you a fucking dude? Funking ‘trannies’! Someone should do it [sic] a favor and kill it [sic]! Better start moving faggot!”
I am 15 years old and there is not a day that goes by were I am as you say “hollad at ” I walk to and from school everyday and men always find something new to say and often shocked when I’m not the age they think I am I’ve luckily never been touched while making my way to school but some times these men have the most ugliest things to say that I end up crying the rest of the way to my house or to school I do NOT dress inappropriately the only time I go out is to go to school in uniform
I am a science presenter in Perth, Western Australia. At work a few weeks ago, I had a group of men in an audience ~170 people. I encourage heckling in my shows, because it’s fun and keeps people awake. These men kept calling my “muma”, and once called me “sexy”. At some point, another audience member asked me a question, the kind of question that no one has answered, I said I didn’t know, and one of these men asked how I got a job if I didn’t know. Then afterwards he asked me out!!!
Most of the time the people who harass me do not say anything sexual. I go through weight fluctuations and I usually attract the most unwanted attention when I’m a bit heavier. One time, two people yelled at me that I had “a big fucking butt”, followed by laughter. Most recently, I was called a “fucking bitch” while crossing the street. I’m not sure what provoked this comment, but the perpetrator was with his friends so I assume he felt safe enough to yell out an insult at a random stranger.
I was walking down the street at night with my friend and a guy pulled up next to us and started saying please and yelling “dick” at us
I was 14 years old and I was with some friends in a World Cup event that was happenning at the beach. Me and a friend of mine were going to tha snack bar when a drunk 30 year old guy surrounded me and asked if I would kiss him. I didn’t want to and I told him that, but he didn’t let me go. He hugged me and asked many times why I didn’t want him while he tried to still a kiss. My friend was a little bit far, since she thought that I was intending to kiss him, and the friends of the guy were laughing aroud us. I wanted to get out of there, so I told him that I would kiss him if he let me go. It was a very disgusting moment, but then he liberated me. At that time I hadn’t realized what happened. And whenever I tell this story to someone, people also doesn’t see. By now, I regret that I didn’t kick his balls and call the security. I have the right to say “no”.