Category: Verbal

New Story: What are you going to do about it?

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?” [got_back]

Johamma’s Story: Nadie dijo ni hizo nada

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 … Continued

Marta’s Story: “El cementerio esta lleno de mujeres bonitas”

Siempre que paso por el supermercado Ahorramás de Altamirano en Madrid, sus empleados me hacen comentarios inapropiados. Después de quejarme a su superior hoy me han dicho al pasar que “el cementerio esta lleno de mujeres bonitas”. Tengo el video. Lamentable. Whenever I pass by the Ahorramás of Altamirano supermarket in Madrid, its employees make … Continued

BB’s Story: Rude on the Run

A guy offered me a beer as I ran past in my running clothes. He was with a bunch of friends and looked drunk. This happened by my house. [got_back]

Kasey’s Story: Dog walking away from those dogs

I was walking my dog around the apartment couple in which I live and two men were in their car smoking. I don’t know if they live here or not. As I passed their car they called out to me saying “hey, I want to fuck you.” And when I didn’t acknowledge them and kept … Continued

Anna’s story: Meow?

I was walking back home from the train station and saw some construction workers installing a new window in one of the houses I was passing by. I looked at it to see what they were doing. When I had nearly passed them, one of the men ‘meowed’ at me. He literally meowed. Very loud. … Continued

New Story: no “Piropos”

Antes, tenía que coger un bus y un tren para llegar al trabajo. Cada vuelta, en el corto trayecto del bus al tren, pasaba por la Avenida de Colón. El portero de un edificio estaba siempre esperando en su portal, fuera, y siempre que pasaba por delante, que era inevitable, me soltaba un par de … Continued

Mayra’s Story: I hated being scared

I’m a 17 year old girl who has never, once in her life been cat called. I’d always thought that if it were to happen, I’d be able to respond quickly and sassy. It was a sunny day in San Diego, and my family and I had just finished eating at Anthony’s Fish Grotto. I … Continued