Category: Verbal

Walking down the beach

I was walking down to the beach to meet my friends family. I wasn’t wearing anything revealing (long sleeve shirt and jean shorts). 2 men were smirking and said “hey gorgeous what are you doing tonight?” They were obviously drinking/drunk and looked as if they were in they’re twenties. IM 14. I didn’t respond I … Continued

Amy’s Story

“Hey there, would you like to buy this paper for $1?” “No, thanks.” “I really like your shirt. It accentuates your bold and beautiful breasts.” [got_back]

Laura’s Story: Harassed Biking to Work

I was riding my bike from work and as I was approaching a round about, I heard a motorcycle. I waited for it to pass me, but since it did not I rode on when all of a sudden I hear “Well, either to the left or to the right!!!” I slowed down and saw … Continued

Harassment on Campus

It’s sad to say I’ve become accustomed to being catcalled, especially on my university’s campus. I could share so many stories about how I am approached in classes or on the street when I just want to be left alone. One of my guy friends doesn’t think it’s a big deal. He’ll always say that … Continued

Deirdre’s Story: “I feel powerless”

I was taking a stroll to check out an area of Geneva that I was considering living in. It was 7pm on a sunny summer day. As I was taking a stroll along the river, I passed a group of men, one of which looked pointedly at me and started to walk slowly and menacingly … Continued

Catcalled at the supermarket

I was shopping at the supermarket for my flat and a slimy teenager told me I had a nice ass and catcalled/verbally harassed me. Not that it’s relevant but it is still worth saying I was wearing my vans, jeans and an oversized mickey mouse sweater. Even worse his parents didn’t care. [got_back]

HOLLA ON THE GO: Drive by

Drive by comments on my appearance and cat-calls. Was SO CLOSE to making it home today without being harassed! [got_back]

Liz’s Story: “Put some clothes on”

I was walking outside 878 Main Street in Lafayette, Indiana around 3 PM when a man in a car drove by and screamed “put some fucking clothing on, you whore!” Not that it matters, but I was wearing jeans and a tank top. [got_back]

They didn’t know, and I think that is pathetic.

During my freshman year of college, I had to take one of my art classes at night, much to my mother’s dismay. This meant walking home in the dark twice a week. My boyfriend wanted me to be safer, so he would pick me up and walk me home, his broad 6’3”stature giving me instant … Continued