Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: goon squad

Guy in a truck with “goon squad” stickers demanded my attention by catcalling.

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Story, Verbal

Amanda’s Story: Yelling loud in broad daylight

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?

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HOLLA ON THE GO: Mr. Catcall-Dandy

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

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HOLLA ON THE GO: European girl in Dominican Republic

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.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, transphobic, Verbal

Julia’s Story: Kiss and disgusting words

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.

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Anon’s Story: “I looked the harasser in the eye, and he had the audacity to wave back at me!”

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.

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Judy M’s Story: Kissing noises

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.

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Stalking, Story, Verbal

Emma’s Story: Scary experience

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.

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N.R.’s Story: “Control” in the gym

Today I went to my local (mixed) gym in Brussels.
An older man came up to me while I was on a cardio bike. He asked me if he had seen me before. I told him that I didn’t remember him so probably not (staying friendly but not engaging in the conversation).
At the end of my 1 hour cardio session he comes back telling me he likes my thighs and that my shorts made me show too much leg and that I should wear something else the next time I would come to the gym. Because he could “control” himself but maybe other younger men in the gym would not be able to”control” themselves. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I told him it was not my job to dress to his “standards” (less eloquent because my french isn’t that awesome). I blocked the following of the conversation and the man left.
When I was done (ten more minutes of anger pedalling and not believing this happened. I went to the desk and asked the employee if there is another female-only gym in the neighbourhood (they have it for a reason). She replies nicely and then I explain I will not be coming back and explained what happened.
I went for my bag and the head-employee storms towards me with her sandwich steaming. She was not-amused something like that happened and wanted to know who had said such a thing. I pointed out the man by saying what machine but told her I didn’t want a confrontation.
her colleague told her to confront the men when I left (which I was about to) and she almost stormed toward him. She also confirmed me that I was in my right and that being properly dressed wasn’t up to the man to decide. the short was good enough.
So I am sad I am leaving this place though.

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An Anonymous Story: “I am not used to strange men commenting on my appearance…”

I went for a bike ride from the East End over to the Legislature and back. It was around 2 PM on a Saturday. I wore leggings and a tee shirt. I am 38 years old, a mother, and a busy professional. I am not used to strange men commenting on my appearance or trying to talk to me. However on this particular day I was harassed twice on the same ride. Once in Wascana Park in a crowded area, and once on the intersection of Assiniboine and University. Both times, a strange man shouted “Hey Baby.” One also asked me “how I was doing.” That I was harassed was fairly shocking as I was simply out exercising. I have recently moved to Regina and have been having a hard time liking the place – and this certainly did not help. On this particular day, the first catcall didn’t bother me because I was in a crowded area and felt safe. But regarding the second one, we were the only people on the street, and it scared me. The harasser had a bicycle and could have followed me. It was awful and I have not been out exercising since.

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