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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.
I walked out of the hotel in the afternoon today, and a group of 25-30 yr old men whilst having a barbecue started catcalling and hooting. I am 17 (minority race), and was in a baggy tshirt and pants going for a jog! There was nothing atthiractive or revealing about me. But I ignored them and went for my jog. I come back after an hour, to find them there again. They started clapping, cheering, and shouting “she’s back”. I got so angry! I looked the loudest harrasser in the eye, and he had the audacity to wave back at me! I couldn’t believe how disgusting these men were! I want to complain, but I dont want to start trouble. This needs to end. Now.
I was biking home from the library. A pick-up truck drives by with a man in the passenger seat loudly making kissing noises out his window at me.
I was walking to class at about 8:45AM on Annie Glidden road and Stadium Drive, and a bigger man named John with dirty blondish hair, and short beard followed me to Graham Hall, and made gross comments about my body, “oh, look at that chick in the blue sweatshirt. She has some hot curves.” I started to walk faster, and then at the light near Graham, I turned around and saw him. He was the same shit stain that harassed me in Neptune dining hall a couple of times last year. He and his other shit face buddy gave me creepy looks, and John (shit stain) said, “Hello, miss. Why don’t you come with us.” Last year, I told him to leave me alone, but today, he followed me and did that. I barely know him, and I got scared… All I could say was “Why don’t you fuck off?!”, then I ran to my class. It was surprising that he remembered me. I wish I could have gotten a picture of him, but I couldn’t. A police report was filed. They said they couldn’t find him, but I could call the authorities if he bothers me again. I just hope he leaves me alone. I was wearing a blue courtoroy jacket that did not show anything, black pants, and “mom shoes”. I am 20 years old.