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Biking by he yells “hi girl”. Wasn’t looking at him or giving him any reason to yell at me. First verbal of the spring!
i’m 16. there was this man on the street and i walked next to him and he said to me that i was beautiful. I said back that i didn’t want to have sex with him. What is said was WTF are you saying but he followed me and when i saw a police man I said that he was stalking me and wanted to abuse me and the police man went to he guy to talk with him, but I just ran away because i was scared. Later the police man said to me that there was no problem and that the guy went just the same way as I went. I don’t believe it.
You look good on that bike!
I went to an Albert Heijn supermarket today in Rotterdam,Netherlands & while my family was doing the shopping I was waiting at a bench near the cash desk.2 guys were sitting on the bench. 1 of them approached to me started asking questions and wanted my number & when I told him I don’t wanna be bothered he started verbally harassing me in sexual nature. When I called the security they didn’t do anything and let those guys go because I didn’t have a proof of what they did
I was food shopping with my little brother in my hometown back in France and we were waiting for the cashier to finish adding up all the articles of the previous client. While we were waiting, two men (who technically were old enough to be my father at least) wearing a building construction outfit lined up behind us, and started making comments in Spanish. My knowledge of this language being relatively limited, I could only understand that they were talking about me. I heard the words “bitch” and “slut” and other obscene words, followed by equally obscene gestures, as they mimicked anal sex and spanking. My brother did not notice anything, and although I really wanted to confront these two specimen I did not want to get my brother to see all this, and maybe put him in an uncomfortable or dangerous situation if they became violent. They ended up following us, still catcalling me in Spanish. They work in the construction field right next to my house, and now I am scared to go out without being accompanied. I should have said something once and for all.
I was walking home with my 2 friends one day, and we all had chocolate apples. The oldest of us was 15, me and my other friend were 13. An old man, who must have been about 50, leaned out of a pub doorway as we passed and shouted over at us “Give us a lick, love, and I don’t mean the apple!”
Ocurre todos los dias al caminar en direccion al trabajo y de regreso a casa. El caminar sola por la calle al parecer les da automáticamente el derecho a acosar verbalmente. Los insultos o comentarios son de toda clase y generan además de asco una profunda indignacion y sentido de abandono. Si bien en chile estas conductas se pueden denunciar, las repercusiones para el agresor son nulas.Finalmente para no irse con el malestar ni la rabia viva he optado por insultarlos, pero eso no es suficiente
It happens every day to walk towards work and back home. Walking alone in the street apparently automatically gives them the right to harass me verbally. Insults or comments are all disgusting and also generate a deep indignation and sense of abandonment. While in Chile these behaviors can be reported, the implications for the aggressor are void. Finally not wanting to leave with the discomfort or anger I chose to insult them, but that is not enough
I was on the 590 bus to work and a guy made space for me to sit on a packed bus. He then proceeded to talk to me sexually, touch my hair and fall asleep on my shoulder repeatedly.
Washington DC, Shaw, Florida Ave NW. We passed each other in the crosswalk and he reached out and stroked my arm. I swerved out of the way and stared at him in shock. He looked back at me like “yeah, I did that, what are you gonna do about it?”
Paseando en el casco antiguo de Lugo, un señor de unos sesenta y pico años, fumando un puro, vino hacia mí de frente y me empujó y apretó entre su cuerpo y la pared diciendo “guapa quieres ser mi amiga?” Me libré de él, pero media hora después me piyó mirando un escaparate y volvió a empotrarme contra la pared. No pasó de ahí, no me sujetó al intentar marchar. Pero era pleno día y la calle estaba llena. Nadie dijo ni hizo nada ante esa situación …
Walking in the old town of Lugo, a man of about sixty-odd years, smoking a cigar, came straight towards me and pushed me and squeezed between his body and the wall saying “beautiful wanna be my friend?” I got rid of him, but half an hour later I was looking at a showcase and he trapped me back against the wall. It didn’t happen there, I was grabbed when trying to leave. But it was broad daylight and the street was full. Nobody said or did anything to this situation …