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I was at Macy’s in Manhattan and this creepy guy made sure that I heard him. He said, “Hot Pussy.”
Submitted by Sabrina
I want to tell you about a disturbing trip on the D line I had the other night. It was really scary. I was coming back from school. As usual I climbed aboard a jam packed train and had to squeeze in front of some people to grab a handle. As I grab a handle I noticed that this guy slid right in behind me and grabbed the same handle. Let me tell you there was no where AT ALL for me to move and I think he knew that.
He was looking at me like a piece of meat looking right at my tits and at my crotch…So he immediately pushes his crotch against my butt. Which has happened to me before…..do they think I am just there for their pleasure??? This guy was all in my business though. Im like 15 and he was at least 30 and strong enough to push me against the other people so I couldn’t move.
This is when it gets worst though. I KNOW he actually pulled out his penis because I the thing poking and literally throbbing as he was grind up on me. The whole time his face was like 1 inch from me. I really felt scared. BUT yes this guy really did it. I think it was him. But a hand started rubbing my crotch too like really rubbing it.. I was too scared to even look back and it could have been someone else too. I heard him sayin stuff like you little rich bitch, do you like you ass fucked? you like you little pussy licked? It was SOOO tight I couldn’t go anywhere.
Anyway he kept going then all the sudden pushed really hard and stopped. Just then he got off the train quickly and I never even really got a chance to see his face. However he did leave a disgusting wad of something on my jeans. I don’t know if it was spit or I HOPE not what I think it was. I have had guys like stare at me and stuff but this was tooo much. I am actually taking the bus for a while…. I was totally degraded and I would have taken a pic but I was like petrified and just tried to shrivel up and go away. I really love your site and I think it is really helping! I wish that creeps piece would fall off. I just wanted to share this with you in case there are other D train victims out there.
Submitted by Krista
Just before the N pulled into Canal, 5:45 am.
I wait 30 minutes for an N train at Union Square. As the train heads southbound, out of the corner of my eye, I see a man staring me down. I stare intently at my newspaper, annoyed but accustomed. After Prince, I realize he’s making a disgusting motion. Then, I realize, he’s actually masturbating. While staring at me. I don’t know how to describe how I felt, but it instantly manifests in anger. I start to scream at him. I yell, and he yells– he’s mad at getting his public jerkoff session interrupted, I suppose. He heads towards the train door as we’re pulling into Canal. “YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THAT,” I yell, and proceed to stick my camera phone in his face. I then chase him out of the train, on the N/Q platform. At some point, he turns around to yell at me, and calls me a “white woman” and a “bitch”, and says something about an “L.U.D.”, or maybe a “V.U.D” or something. I proceed to yell more and cause a scene, and chase him up some stairs. Then, I lose him. All I am really thankful for, I guess, is that he didn’t put his dirty hands on me and that I ruined his erection. I was worried about reporting it, thinking the police wouldn’t take it seriously, but the 72nd precinct took down a full report, and contacted the city stations as well as the transit police.
Submitted by Monique
@brklynprgrrl Best Catcall of Day: Old man, glasses, with cane whistled at me saying I was the Apple of his eye. I’m thinkin I should go change clothes.
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From @ElizabethKoke: a dude turned to look me up and down, called me “bitch” and said that it looked like I had a long day but still looked good.
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This guy around Lafayette and Grand kept bothering the girl in the pink (hey baby, whats up, hows it going, etc), following her for 50 feet down the block, almost right in her face. She clearly didn’t want to talk to him but he wouldn’t leave her alone.
Submitted by Liam
Nearly every Spring, Summer, and Fall morning (it hibernates in the Winter) for the last 3 years, this animal, that shares my block on 44th St in Astoria, Queens, greets me with his “Pussy Pussy Pussy!” call. My husband, who holds a boxing title, tells me he’ll take care of it, but I thought it would be more humane to simply display this vulgar creature to the general public. Hey, at least he greets with a smile!
Submitted by Devyn
Submitted by Emily
I was visiting my youngest sister in Orlando (at the time, she was 19 and I was 23) and we went to a sports bar to watch a basketball game. Side note: I always knew she got loads of unwanted attention because she’s extremely busty, but I never witnessed it to the extent of that night.
Anyway, the two of us were sitting in a booth, watching the game and minding our own business. She grew uncomfortable because a group of rowdy guys had taken up spots at the bar, which was behind me so I couldn’t see, and they were leering at her. After a few minutes, one of the asshats has the nerve to approach our table, and what transpired next absolutely floored me: he giggled and asked my sister, “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be forward, but how big are your boobs? If I’m right my friend will buy my drinks for me.” My sister and I just sat there dumbfounded, so he kindly repeated his question as though she hadn’t heard him.
I was appalled. I said, “are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck are you? Is this how you try to approach girls? Do you even know how old she is, you asshole!” He got very nervous and started stammering, “I’m sorry, I, I, didn’t mean to be rude, b-b-but I wanted to know.” I said, “that’s none of your damn business. She’s 19 years old, you fucking loser, and she’s my little sister! Do you have a girlfriend? No, well I’m not surprised because you’re a piece of shit.”
The jerk had the nerve to continue defending himself as my sister sat there, red-faced. I said, “you don’t go round to random girls and asking about their boob size. Learn some fucking manners!” He then skulked back to his table, muttering, as his friends laughed like hyenas. To top things off, he sent a round of beers over to our table, as an “apology,” which we left, untouched.
The saddest part of all of this is that my sister said such incidents were (and continue to be, to this day) a regular occurrence for her, and usually her friends just laughed it off instead of coming to her defense. Do NOT laugh this behavior off! It is appalling. Ladies, we must stick up for ourselves! This kind of attention is NOT A COMPLIMENT!
Submitted by Lauren
There’s something about dating girls that makes everyone walking down the street want to tell you exactly how they feel about your relationship. If you’re hot, they comment. If they think one of you is hot and one is not, they comment. If they think your lifestyle is fucking disgusting and you should rot in hell, they comment.
In this particular example a girl I was dating and I were getting some late night food from a Mexican cart on 14th street. We were holding hands and looking a little drunkenly doe-eyed when all of a sudden my ladyfriend bolts towards these two gentlemen saying “What did you say? Are you talking to me?” She is a take-no-shit kind of girl and scared the living shit out of them. Their tails quickly went under their legs and they shut their traps.
I never actually heard what they said (it was in Spanish, her first language and one that I don’t speak) and honestly didn’t care too. This kind of harassment happens so often in the lesbian community the exact words never matter. It’s the idea that you are constantly being watched with eyes of lust and hatred (and sometimes fasicination by the tourists) that is what hurts. It is also what makes girls like my ladyfriend on-call bad ass superheroes.
Submitted by Emily