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I’m fourteen. On Halloween, I was walking across the street to my neighbor’s house in my mermaid coustume. It isn’t slutty at all. It’s got a long tail, and a blue stomach-coverup.
Anyway, a trucker runs by me and screams something like: ‘I’LL COME TO YOUR BED TONIGHT!’
I’m fucking creeped out now. No more Halloween parties for me.
Submitted by D
i was walking down the street near my house and this guy asks me if i want “a stick or a dick?” not even sure what that really means, but as i turned around to take his picture, he takes mine too! and really close up. i continue standing outside the supermarket finishing my cigarette before i go inside and he proceeds to show me the “beautiful picture.” i grabbed his phone and tried to erase it, but he grabbed it back. i told him he was disgusting and he just smirked at me. he also had a picture of a girl with a huge ass in a thong as his phone screensaver. he obviously never had a mother.
Submitted by Rachel
Fortunately, I have a wonderful 12x zoom camera, and we spend lots of time outside with the kids.
Submitted by Kyle
This delightful gentleman saw fit to shout “Hey Mami” at me as he was working at a construction site on Powers Street. Although I stopped and took his picture, it didn’t deter him from shouting the exact same thing to yet another woman a few seconds later. If this dude wants to win over the ladies, I’d recommend he clean up his attitude… and buy some pants that fucking FIT!
Submitted by Miss Heather
in my city in manchester nh there seems to be a lot of men under the impression that any female outside is a prostitute. at any given day i could be seen wearing over sized tee shirts and jeans. nothing most people would consider sexy. any way i could be walking any where in my city and some guy i never met will stop his car, look at me, and ask if i’ll get in his car. of course i refuse and they beg me. “oh please i’m so lonely.” they say. “sorry, dude.” i say and i’m gone. sometimes they leave, sometimes they follow. one jerk offered me 15 bucks.
a man called DJ gave me a helping hand. one of those random acts of kindness strangers do for one another. only he expected me to shirk my responsibilities to my child and my friend’s child i was babysitting and have sex with him in return. he was down right offended when i refused, he had the gall to say that i was using him. this jerk insisted on helping me. oh i might point out that this jerk is married.
the problem is so big in this town that the police are actually cracking down on it. so i’m guessing dj’s wife will find out sooner or later and divorce the hell out of him.
sorry i have no pictures of him. i don’t have a camera phone. but if it helps he’s overweight, middle aged and has short blond curly hair i believe his eyes were blue.
Submitted by B.L. new hampshire
I’m a pretty shy awkward teenager, and I’m 15 years old, and when men yell things at me, or honk at me or make kissy faces, it gets me mad but I don’t do anything, but it gets me fuming mad. And only hours later do i think of funny things to embarass them for being such assholes. But most the time they get away with it.
BUT NOT TODAY! 8D
It’s a simple summer afternoon. I’m out with my friends at borders, and across the street is a candy store. All the rest of my friends are being lazy, so my friend Lucas and I decide to go ahead.
So we do. It’s been raining out, and I don’t want to get my flip flops wet. Lucas, being the funny and nice person he is, offers to put them in his pocket so they don’t. As he’s doing so, 3 boys, wearing volcom stone tee shirts and *gag8 corduroy pants, in either the colors blue, purple (!!!), come up to us, and ask “Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?”
Simple and innocent question, right? So I turn to them and say “No, we’re just friends! :)”
And their reaction is less than polite. They turn to my friend and say “DUDE! You have no game! YOu should be pounding her!”
“HEY!” I yell out. “Guys and girls can be perfectly good friends!”
“Not when his balls drop and your breasts get bigger!” He sneers
These boys are 10 years old. I don’t know if they watch too much television, or have older brothers that can’t keep their mouth shut, but…
10 YEAR OLD BOYS SHOULD NOT KNOW THIS STUFF!
This goes on for 5 minutes. I ask them to stop and they say “NO.”
Finally, one boys yells “DUDE! Your mom is here to pick us up!”
The drop the whole conversation and run to the car. I follow them, go up to their mother’s window and knock on it.
“Excuse me…” I begin. “Sorry to bother you, but I was with my friend and your son, or your friends son.. they all said some very inappropriate stuff to me…”
I was lucky. It was raining, and I had a shopping bag over my head to keep me dry. I had been so humiliated I was about to cry. But I was lucky. The woman was a nice gracious person, and a respectable mother too. Her reaction: Jaw dropping, eyes wide, eyebrows furrowing.
By now, the boys know what I am doing and they yell: “MOM! She’s crazy! Don’t listen to her!”
But woman are not as stupid as they think.
The woman turns to her son and 2 friends and yells “SAY SORRY TO HER ***NOW***!”
The leader says “OKAY! BYE!”
“I said, say sorry!”
“I’M SORRY! THERE! HAPPY?!”
The woman turns to me and apoligizes. “I’m SO sorry! They’re boys, its hormones… It doesn’t excuse them.. I”M SO SORRY!”
I nod to the woman and say. “Thank you. SOrry I bothered you.” Then I turn to the boys. “Sorry you’re NOT sorry!” I run away.
Now, I enter borders again, wet, and about to cry, but I begin laughing, thinking “OHMIGOSH they are in sooooo much trouble!”
The end. And I give you a picture of a Corduroy Pervert, so you can identify any in your neighborhood or town.
Submitted by Connor (heck yes i’m a girl)
Finally, an older woman that was standing next to him politely asked if he could tone down his language. Unfortunately, the main jerk directed his drunken wrath at her by telling her that he could say “whatever the fuck” he wanted to because it was a free country and he had his first amendment right to do so. The woman tried to calmly reason with him but he continued cursing and and said that she, as a white woman, had no right to talk to him. The woman finally just moved away while he continued shouting and laughing at her with his friends.
At that point, I was boiling mad and felt like I had to do something. That’s when I took out my camera phone and started snapping this fool from behind (he’s the one in the burgundy shirt). The women standing near me smiled and nodded approvingly.
Once the train reached Grand Central, a bunch of people got off but the jerk and his cronies stayed on, still shooting off at the mouth. I kept snapping as they turned around, wanting them to know what I was doing. When one of them saw me, he yelped, “Hey, you can’t take my picture!” He started to lecture me on his rights when I flatly told him that I was a lawyer and I didn’t need a lesson on the law.
He got quiet but not before the main jerk told him to leave me alone because I was a black woman and that I shouldn’t be disrespected. Are you kidding me??? Then he had the nerve to try and “holla” at me by looking me up and down and telling me that I was the “queen of the Earth” but I just glared right at him. When he saw he didn’t have a taker, he then asked to see my pictures on my phone but I flatly told him no.
Finally, the idiots got quiet and didn’t say anymore to me or anyone else. At last, some peace and quiet! I got off at my stop and walked away feeling ten feet tall.
Submitted by Jaimee
Harassment starts at home, it seems. I left my apartment early this afternoon, and walked only a few steps before a large man with a cell and a cigar started leering. He gave me the elevator eyes and said, “Niiiiiiiice legs. Why don’t you walk that pretty pussy over here?”
I walked on, but he continued, “Oh, come on and don’t be RUDE baby, you know I just think you sexy!”
Now, I’ve been putting up with street harassment for about 6 years. It runs the gamut from the mundane catcalls and the counterman’s hand lingering just a bit too long and stroking just a bit too knowingly when returning my change, to the truly terrifying instances of being grabbed (five times in all, once by the hair), and the nauseating displays of public masturbation (I’ve caught SIX men masturbating to me on the train, so much for working nights). When I tell people about these instances they usually assume I am being too sensitive, that I’m exaggerating, or, worst of all, that I must be wearing or doing something to solicit this sort of behavior. I’d read about hollaback before but was always just a bit to embarrassed or scared to say or do anything myself.
But today, when I turned around and saw that big fat man with his big fat grin staring back at me, something just clicked (notable, my camera). I whipped it out and snapped his picture. He yelled, “What you takin’ my picture for? Do you know me?” To which I responded, “What you talkin’ ’bout my pussy for? Do you know me?”
As he turned tail in shame I hollered to him, “Check out hollabacknyc.blogspot.com, see your picture online!”
As I walked the 7 minutes from the train station to my front door last night, I counted seven men who said something inappropriate to me, me in my modest kindergarten teacher’s attire (I didn’t count the ones who just leered or gestured) — that’s one a minute. They’re both perverse and pervasive, and must be stopped. I am not exaggerating and I’m not being too sensitive, and NOW I’m on a mission to collect the proof. Here he is, my number one, only a few thousand to go.
Submitted by Hannah
The shouting became incessant. They started approaching us. We started to get very, very nervous. Now, I’m not so much a delicate flower as a holy terror in a mosh pit. But you can’t overlook the fact we’re still two 5′ 0″ teenagers with a backpack full of clothes, and they’re grown-ass male fuckbags with a whole pack of grown-ass fuckbags behind them. This is the point where it’s generally advisable to run.
Not today. Glow stood up and began screaming, along the lines of “WHY ARE YOU SEXUALLY HARRASSING ME?! I COULD BE YOUR DAUGHTER! WHY ARE YOU SEXUALLY HARRASSING ME?! WHY?! WE’RE JUST TRYING TO TAKE PICTURES! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Not to be outdone, I felt the need to add “WHY WON’T YOU LEAVE US ALONE?! THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE! WE’RE MINORS! STOP SEXUALLY HARRASSING US!”
Well, that sort of did the trick. They turned and ran to the other basketball court, though not fast enough to escape Glow’s lens. But best of all, not twenty seconds afterwards, two security guards came running up to us. After explaining the situation (much to their credit, they didn’t scoff or dismiss verbal assault as a waste of time, like some policemen I know), they told us to be careful, and that they would be sitting nearby now, even if they couldn’t kick them out of the park (why not, I still don’t know). But by then we were too weirded out and scared to stay any longer. We thanked them and left.
But since male privilege does not pertain exclusively to gang-y fuckbags in parks, as a few blocks away, we were verbally assaulted by another pair of cockmonglers.
This time I walked close enough for them to hear me and asked why felt the need to say those things to us. Being cockmonglers of the weaselly breed, their Cockweasel-in-Chief came up with some smirky story of mistaking me for their niece.
So, that’s the sad story of two girls who had the audacity of being young, female, and pedestrians, but more importantly, young female pedestrians with NO MALE CHAPERONE! The horror! They were asking for it!
Hmmm. At least we got some great pics out of it. Props to Glow, whose deviantart boasts some of the more succesful shots from the first two locations, and to the two security guards at the park: authority figures who deserve that responsibility. And as Glow said, “I bet those fucks have never been questioned by a girl in drag queen lashes before.”
Submitted by Christiane in Nicaragua
I stopped and took his picture. Unlike most people I photograph, this asshole was hamming it up for the camera. Given that he was operating a commercial vehicle, it begs one to wonder what his employer would think of his conduct. I for one thought he was behaving in a decidedly UNprofessional manner.
Submitted by Miss H from www.newyorkshitty.com