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I was 19 & went with my roommate & my friend, 16 to a show at masquerade. As we were leaving, A man was sitting in his car, staring at the three of us and began making crude remarks. I made my youngest friend go in the middle of us and I was the one closest to his car. He was annoyed with the nasty look I gave & waited until we were behind his car and then hit me & my friend with a little bump of his car just so he could have a reason to get out & come at us. We ran to my car & got out of there.
Earlier today in the last leg of my run, a man drives up next to me asking if he could run with me. I ignore him and keep jogging. He then proceeds to slowly creep behind me commenting about how nice my butt was. All I could do was turn up my music to drown him out and run a little faster (even though I was exhausted at this point) to get away from him, but it was pointless as he was in a car. He finally drove away after a few more seconds. That was one of the most degrading things I’ve ever experienced. Had it not been broad daylight, I would have been even more terrified than I already was.
I have a middle aged gentleman staring at my chest in a restaurant, and I’m not sure about verbal harassment because he only spoke to me once and not in English, but the watching has been going on for ten minutes now. Awkward.
I went to the mall to return a pair of jeans and as I was leaving I saw a group of guys walking towards me. I cringed. I hoped they wouldn’t say anything and I tried not to make eye contact. As I walked past them, one of the guys grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me towards him! I was scared and snatched myself away as fast as I could and kept moving. I heard them yelling things at me as I sped out of there. Nobody intervened or looked concerned.
Walking down the road to the bus stop at 9am. I’m braiding my hair as I walk because I didn’t have time to do it at home. Traffic on the road is at a standstill since it’s rush hour. A male from his car tells me “I see you braiding your hair. I can see your arm’s getting tired. Lemme braid that for you.”
I was filling up a gas can at the station down the road from my house and as I walked to pay I noticed two older white men talking by one of the pumps and a young black man on his phone by the door. As I walked I was whistled at and cat called by the older men I tried to ignore them when I noticed the young guy walking towards me. “What next?” Restoring my faith in males he didn’t say anything to me but rather held the door for me and gave the men a dirty look. It feels nice to have allies.
Today started out like any other day. I left the house with my coffee, my laptop and my dignity. I walked down 10th Street, enjoying the sights and sounds of the early morning rush, never imagining that I would have to experience verbal rape at the end of the next block.
He was there, seemingly waiting just for me. His eyes tracked my every move, roving up and down my body as I neared the intersection. I had held my head high as I walked, but then I saw only the dirty concrete below my feet as I tried to avoid his lascivious gaze. The words came next, unwanted but heard.
“I’d f*** that. Mmm. Yeah, I’d tear that p**sy up! Every. Damn. Day. That ass.”
How was I supposed to respond to such disrespect? I wanted to say something, but I was afraid I would OFFEND HIM. But, I had an ace up my…well, sleeve.
My body chose that exact moment to rebel against me (although in hindsight, I now understand my body was only trying to protect me). I farted. Not silently. Not delicately. I knew it was me, and he knew it was not him. The sexual sneer on his face transitioned to disgust so quickly that he staggered backwards in shock. The illusion was shattered. I was no longer some beautiful, exotic creature at which he could shout crude, sexual remarks. I was flesh, I was blood, I was…flatulence. I was just like him. Human.
I do not know if it was a nervous reaction or the overly large bowl of black eyed peas I had eaten the night before, but I know it is unrealistic to think women can sustain the act of farting on every would-be offender. But maybe there is something there…
So here I am, a woman adrift in a world full of perverts – a fart fractured fantasy.
I was walking and a man followed me for two blocks from the other side of the street, shouting “I’m in love” every few seconds at the top of his lungs and grinning at me.