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Skye’s Post: “No consent = assault”

This has been a pretty shitty month. From an ex-gay friend/one time girlfriend sending me harassing e-mails to a male from my past engaging in some, so called, “mild” stalking. I keep telling myself that’s why I didn’t fight back. This was one thing more than I could handle, and I froze. The truth is … Continued

Hannah’s Story: Boys need to learn harassment is not cool

I live in southern Colorado and until recently have not had to deal with much street harassment. I generally commute using my personal vehicle and therefore am not on on the streets very often. However, recently a friend and I have taken up jogging at the Riverwalk, a very pretty newer development to our downtown … Continued

Kristin’s Story: Pervert takes advantage of crowded bus

I used to work in downtown San Francisco. As anyone who has lived or visited here knows, having a car is generally more trouble than its worth. I take the bus or walk everywhere. A big part of my commute every day was the 38L bus. This particular line is massively overcrowded during commute hours. … Continued

From burglar to sexual assailant: woman records attacker with cell phone

CNN reports that police in Oakland, California are searching for the man seen in a cell-phone captured video, who reportedly assaulted the woman whose home he was burglarizing shortly after she captured 13 seconds of footage. Please share with anyone in the Oakland area who may recognize this perpetrator. WATCH VIDEO HERE

Savannah’s story: Drinking age, 21; harassing age, NEVER.

I attend a small college in New Hampshire which is close to the local high school. The high school students are always around campus, trying to convince the undergrads to buy them alcohol, and one day I was unfortunately subject to this request, which quickly escalated into sexual harassment. I was walking back to my … Continued

Katherine’s Story: Repressed memory revisited

I’m submitting this because I just remembered it when someone else’s story triggered it. I can’t believe I forgot it- I guess I think I tried to repress it because I couldn’t understand it. It was 2004, and I was eleven years old. It was Christmastime, and my mom was taking me to Crocker Park, … Continued