Public Harassment: I take the T to and from work…
I take the T (the subway in Boston) to and from work every morning. Usually it is an easy and incident-free ride. People are generally respectful, even when mashed up together during rush hours. On this particular morning I will recount, however, I got “lucky.”
I took a seat at the far end of the car and opened up my newspaper. After a few minutes, I noticed that the man immediately to my right was desperately trying to show me something. He was tilting and nudging his cell phone towards me, staring intensely at the side of my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I was treated to a video of his hand on his cock, crowned with a hairy beer belly. This video of him masturbating looped endlessly while he watched my profile and waited for a reaction. Every now and then he’d tip his hand so I could get a better look.
I decided that this man really wanted me to acknowledge him and his little film masterpiece, so I kept my attentions squarely and fiercely on the newspaper, pretending not to notice. I refused to give him any satisfaction. After ten minutes of this treatment, I got off at my stop. Though I was rattled, above all else I felt pity. Why would he try this? What did he expect?