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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”.
I’m a couple blocks away from my job, having just picked up some McDonald’s for myself and my boss. The bag is heavy and I’m overheated, just trying to get back so I can eat. I’m waiting to cross the street when a skinny white man on a bike wearing sunglasses and sucking on a pacifier (it looked like) starts to yell at me.
“Suck a dick white girl!”
I tried not to look but I was in such shock that someone would even say something like that, even though I have been harassed in the past. I didn’t turn my head but I looked at him zoom by as he never broke eye contact with me waiting for my reaction.
“Suck a dick!” he yelled again, smiling.
All I wanted to do was get from point A to point B without being objectified and harassed. Is that too much to ask?
allston MA on my way to a coffe shop walking my bike wearing workout gear and this dude calls out to me asking “can I ride with you?” I ignore him shaking my head then as I walk away I hear him say “sexy” ew dude that is so gross. I want to be able to walk in a world that doesn’t specialize me- like seriously not ok.
I was leaving a screening of Out in the Night, which is amazing and everyone should see it. http://www.outinthenight.com/
We were even lucky to have the women on a panel for a Q&A. I was so moved.
As I was leaving and waiting on the corner for my ride a car full of boys pulled up and called me “beautiful” etc etc (everyone on holla back can imagine what they said). For context, I am a teacher at this university and they could have easily been my students. I let them know I wasn’t interested and told them to go on their way. They did, briefly, then they stopped their car and went in reverse to return and harass me. Have you ever felt the panic of a car full of men reversing towards you? Wasn’t the first time for me but that doesn’t mean it isn’t terrifying.
This time I played along by asking if they were students. They said they were so I said “Ok great. I’m a teacher here and I’ll be sure to remember your face. I’m sure I’ll grade your paper someday.” They weren’t impressed. Called me an ugly cunt, bitch, etc. Drove away.
They circled back a third time and I hid. I hid because they were escalating and I didn’t know what they were going to do. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had just been inspired by Out in the Night. Maybe I would have hurt them.
I kinda wish I did.