Category: demonstration

K.’s story: #bystandersuccess!

A street preacher started screaming at a passerby (a visibly queer man), saying that the passerby was a “pansy” and offended the eyes of the Lord. I stopped and questioned the street preacher, who said that the Lord “created everything.” I looked at him and said, “God sure didn’t make those shorts.” He was wearing … Continued

Wendy’s story: He laid down where?!

As I was walking home after a long day on campus a man laid down on the road to have a look up my dress, will never forget that day… I’m still angry today because he deserved nothing but a kick, I just stepped aside. This ill treatment of women in public spaces should stop. … Continued

Nikki’s Story: “I’m a human being”

Some things I have learned about myself. I am not: An apple, waiting passively for someone to rescue me from the top of a tree. A side of beef, to be poked at, prodded, jiggled, groped, or spoken about in terms of my juiciness, flavor, or firmness. A dog, coming at your call. A toy, … Continued

Ingrid’s Story: I don’t want to see your penis

I was without a lighter and walking with a cigarette in my hand, searching for somebody who was smoking, so they could lend me the fire. As I passed by a car, a man inside it called me and asked me for my lighter. As I told him that I was also looking for one, … Continued

Bryn’s Story: Don’t mess with me

I was walking west along West Grand Avenue, intending to turn left on Brush St to visit my friend’s new apartment. I was hyperaware that I was trying to walk aggressively, with my head up in confidence, to try and deter possible threats. Ahead on the sidewalk were two men, standing near the curb. I … Continued

Lauren’s story: CREEPY STALKER, a case of campus harassment.

I’ve been continuously harassed by the same student at my four year university. I do not know this individual except as “creepystalker”. This started three years ago, when I was walking with my boyfriend. Creepy wiggled his eyebrows dramatically and stuck his face close to my breasts. My boy and I laughed it off, until … Continued

Kath’s story: “I was 12 years old…”

I was 12 years old, walking to the video store with my cousins (11 and 13) one summer afternoon, when a car slowed as it drove by us. “Haaaaay sexy!” a man shouted to us from the passenger seat. Then they sped away. I didn’t even process what had happened. I’d never been harassed like … Continued