One night I was walking home when a guy started hollaring at me, “hey, hey where are you going, you wanna party.” To which I responded I am going home and no I don’t want to party. Then he was, “you wanna go and fuck.” At which point I got angry, stopped and stared at him and said no.He stopped and left me alone.
Much closer to home a guy ran from my back grabbed my arm and a gain wanna fuck. I pulled my hand free and said no and continued to walk and third man comes asking the same thing!!!
I was at a conference and finished early. I needed to hurry to see a pediatric patient that lived in another city. I stopped while driving thru the city to get gas. High school had finished for the day so suddenly the area and parking lot I was in was filled with highscoolers. While waking back to my car I found myself surrounded by 8 boys. These ” boys” were all taller than me. At first my thought was, these are kids! I can handle this. I asked to be let thru. They jeered at me and crowded closer. One or two groped my breasts.
There were men pumping gas at the station. When I first started to panic I looked to them for help. I kept thinking it’s broad daylight and these boys are molesting me. And no one is going to help. I kept asking them to stop. And they formed even a tighter circle around me, jeering and mocking me. The manager of the service station came running out of his store with a bat. He screamed at them to back off. By this time I was pretty shaken and had started to cry.
He asked if I wanted to call the police but I said no. I just wanted to leave. The shameful part of this is…at that time I was working as an on-call crisis counselor. All of my training flew straight out of my head. I turned into a female in crisis. What they did followed no rules I was familiar with. I kept thinking it’s daytime. Someone will stop them. But it escalated quickly.
I was 7 or 8. I went outside because my brother asked me to buy something. I was wearing a dress when a guy whistled. At first, I ignored him but when he whistled again I turned around and he told me to come near him but I didn’t, I just went inside. I was so scared. I never wanted to go outside after the incident.
Me and my friend were in a party when one of our friend call to wait for him outside the gate. When jeep stopped infront of us then he started catcalling my friend because she was wearing a dress while i’m wearing pants. I was so pissed at the jeep drivers and my friend was taking it as a compliment and she was laughing.
Ugh and worst those guys are so ugly I want to puke like fudge people why would we strip off our clothes just to please some ugly poop like you.
So I am 14 years old and today something really disgusting happened. I was walking around, exercising and this guy stops his car next to me. He was saying “Excuse me! Excuse me!”. I stopped and he asked for directions to a street. Since I am only 14 and can’t drive I had no clue where this street was so I said no. Then He asked, “Can you suck my nuts?” and flashed me. I stared crying and ran all the way home. I was so upset and still am. I’ve been getting street harassed for about a week now. All the sudden all of the guys driving started honking, whistling, ect. I want to be able to just walk down the street but now I can’t, I’m too scared.
Every day I take a short walk from my office to Lake Michigan. This incident was the first time I walked alone and was not wearing sunglasses – I guess seeing my eyes makes me more vulnerable? I make an effort to smile or say, “Afternoon,” to folks I pass on the street. Twice that day I was catcalled – “Hey, how you doing? I like that smile! That’s what I’m talking about!” and “Hey, how you doing, boo?” while he looked me up and down. I realize these are relatively tame responses but I was self-conscious and had not experienced this kind of attention while previously walking with others. Should I not be polite and acknowledge fellow passersby? I feel comfortable enough doing so in this area, but those interactions made me sufficiently uncomfortable.
After I was molested at age 9 I went right in to MMA, I never wanted to feel that fear again. Two years ago; I was walking to a bus to go met my girlfriend and at the bus stop an old man starts hitting on me. I tell him he needs to stop and that I have a girlfriend. He stepped closer and grabbed my genitals and said he could please me a whole lot more then some Faggot girl and that he could “cure” me. I slammed my elbow in to his sternum and screamed for help but when the police got there and I told them what happened they arrested me for defending my self. The charges where dropped but I still can’t get over how all I did was try to get some old ass to let me go and yet I ended up going downtown. There were so many men watched and one even went as far to stand up for the older man saying that I was the one who flaunted in front of him and got pissy.
I was in a drugstore few weeks ago and was looking at some products when I felt something brushed through (with some pressure) on my butt. I thought it was just a bag of a lady so I didn’t take notice of it. Second time it happened, I saw a man just walked past behind me and he was talking to his girlfriend/sister before that. I looked around and I was really sure he was the one that touched me. I panicked and try to spot if it was his hands or just something he was holding. It was his hands. And then it happened again and this time, I stared at him and he just gave me a smirk and actually stood staring back at me. After a while, the girlfriend/sister called out to him and he walked away. Not before talking another look at me. I was so freaked out and I don’t know what to do. He was obviously younger than me, probably just a teen. I was wearing a tank top dress that was mid-thigh length.
I often experience stalking in the mall or when I am walking home. There was so many times that the strangers stalk me till I was almost reaching home. I has to rush to the lift (pretending that I wasn’t running away at the same time) and I pressed on multiple levels so that the stranger wouldn’t know which level I am staying at. I shouldn’t have gone to my block where I am staying, but I was afraid to walk anymore further with someone following me.
Verbal / Ogling:
Many times there are strangers who gives me the dirty look and eye me up and down. I wear casual office wear most days and these are the days that are the worse. I have no idea why. Even at work. Sometimes strangers pretend to talk to me, like saying ‘Hi’ and eye me all over. Sometimes the more disgusting ones whistles and stuff. For example, yesterday when I was about to cross the street, a man old enough to be my grand father commented at me and said something I didn’t want to hear.
Yesterday in the train, a older man stood facing me throughout the whole journey. Everyone was facing the door (including me), but he was the only facing me. He kept leering at me and when other passengers blocked his view of me, he shifted to make sure he sees me again. It was so disgusting and he tried to move closer but there was too many passengers and I kept moving further away too. When I alighted, he tried to come closer, but I sneaked off with the crowd quickly.
I work in a mostly male dominated industry. I am also an out lesbian. Because of this, my coworkers think it is okay to completely demean women in front of me. They have a thing where if a “hot” girl comes in the store they yell out a code word so everyone will know. It is disgusting, sexist and pathetic and I called them out on it.
Rather than respecting me as a woman and thinking about how disrespectful it is to all women when they behave this way, they got mad because I don’t do it too!
Really? I told them that women do not go out into public to be ogled over and talked about by disgusting men. It is sad that we can’t even go to the store without men being perverts and refusing to see what is wrong about it. The fact that when I walk home from work I get at least ten honks, as well as whistles and catcalls is horrible, infuriating and sickening. I am not an object.
Last year, a man went on catcalling at me almost every morning the moment I left home on my way to work. He was always riding in his car, and shouted something like “hey beautiful” while he drove past me. He even purposedly changed route, just to be sure to greet me every time he saw me approaching. That pissed me off so much, but I was never able to answer back because I was always too angry or he just drove past too fast. Sometimes I also considered changing my morning routine in order to avoid him! That stopped when I actually changed my habits, luckily for other reasons.