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9AM-ish. I decided not to bike because, well, it was cold.
There was only me and this young man on the platform. I was employing my usual tactics: podcasts, phone game, and of course the don’t-talk-to-me face.
The man walked up to me, stroked my arm, pulled one of my earbuds out and told me I was “beautiful” and “did anyone ever tell you that before?” asking me where I was going, if he could come too.
The train was still 6 minutes away, and I said nothing, just put my earbud back in, and focused on This American Life.
The train got there. He followed me, and sat in front of me, just staring. The next stop I hopped out and got onto another car.
He didn’t follow me onto the other car.
I’ve gotten it from all sides in the last two days. F*n street harassment. Because I have kids (and also, my mom would cut up in public, even if she was dead ass wrong, and embarrass me when I was a kid) I TRY not to have the gloves come off with other adults when there are children around. I’m not trying to traumatize anybody. Anyway, my voice was neutral and I asked two direct questions “Are you in line?” to the man’s wife, and “Is anyone working the register?” to the shopkeeper down the aisle in a store yesterday and this 6’3″ white dude made the “cat fight” sound. I assessed: a wife and kids. Then, I asked myself, should these people pay for the fact that their father is an idiot? TRUST ME, I had to PONDER it with intent…cuz, he stepped outside of the shop ahead of his family and was alone for like 2 minutes. I had three grocery bags and was truly strategizing how to get out of line and go outside. Then, I pictured jail because I was fired up. I also know that nobody would understand why I kicked a man in the balls after a cat noise. After all, it seems like a simple, harmless thing, doesn’t it? Rage develops in layers, ya’ll. AND I am always, ALWAYS amazed at how people never consider the possibility that I might be crazyasamfknbedbug.
I just got called a faggot by my next door neighbor
I’m a 13 year old girl. I was attacked and assaulted on Walnut Avenue. I was scared to death. I was waiting on my parents after a movie/date with a boy that I really liked. As I waited, the boy showed back up with 6 of his friends…the grabbed me and took me on the side of the building..they each proceeded to touch me and talk to me like I didn’t have feeling like I was nothing. It took everything in me to get away. I am so happy now though that they are locked up. I’m just terrified that it may happen again.
I’ve lived in Atlanta, Georgia for pretty much all of my life. I am originally from New York City. I love going downtown because I love to just hang out shop and eat, but in the summertime I really try to avoid going to the Underground Atlanta, as much as I love it. I just hate that you can’t shop in relax or eat in peace due to the men outside on the street selling drugs and trying to talk to you and grope you up…. trying to front in front of their friends….. Then certain ones get mad at you just because you don’t want to talk to them and they wanna call you all types of bitches and hoes. Or make you feel like they didn’t want you anyway.
The first time I experienced institutionalized gender roles I was in elementary school, where the boys should have woodwork while girls should have hand work and learn to sew. This was obviously a relatively harmless segregation but it was still stupid.
I remember one of the teachers at my school. She was an old woman and a Christian-conservative. Once she held a moral preaching against gays and lesbians. Her argument was that homosexuality was against God’s will. Thus we pubescent children were stigmatized by an old hetero sexist idiot. But again – this was also relatively harmless. I knew I was bisexual and I knew I should not be ashamed.
When I was in high school I was often in town. I had a Queer Punk lifestyle. EVERY night I was in town to party and have fun with my friends, there were one or more idiots who laughed and yelled scornfully of me. I had a high Mohawk haircut, but it was not that, the idiots mocked. It was my eyeliner, mascara, or my tight pants. I was called “fucking gay, ugly homo” and asked: “Do you like anal sex”?
Well, hallooo! Do we know each other, since you are asking me about such a private thing? Fucking jerks!
Often I ignored them, but sometimes I replied “Yes, I love to fuck boys in their asses!” or started to kiss one of my male friends.
An evening some of my friends and I walked through the city, three peers (20 years) yelled “omg, you’re ugly!” Calmly I went to them and asked what their problem was. They commented on my make-up, called me ugly thing. One of them spat on the ground in front of me. I said, “Screw you!” I turned around and was about to go. One of the idiots hit me in the back of my head. I ignored it and wanted to get away from there. Some of my friends (who were gays) did see it. Immediately they went towards the idiots and got them chased away.
I think it’s funny when people claim that all gays are wimpy and can’t fight. These gays COULD fight, and the condescending violent hetero-sexist bastards ran away when they saw my gay friends come against them. After that we just laughed, went to a bar and had fun the rest of the night.
Take care of each other!
Let never an idiot tell you you’re ugly, wrong, immoral, disgusting or abnormal.
Nobody can make me feel inferior without my permission.
Like a month an a half ago I was at H E Holmes train station. I was coming from my mother’s house on the way to my home. The #3 bus is the bus I usually take to get home and the bus was sitting at the train station. I didn’t have a bus schedule so I asked the bus driver how long do he have before he pulls off. He replied in a very rude way, “I have 9 inches” and grabbed his private part. I felt so violated and scared. I replied, “Sir what’s wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?” He replied, “You said How long do I have, I said 9 inches.” I was so embarrassed and shocked that a Marta bus driver would say such a thing. I reported him to a supervisor and she said she’s going to take action. Then about a week later I got a call from Marta telling me that the situation was handled. The bus driver is now no longer a employee there. I felt relieved but still violated. Why did they even hire a person like that anyway? Me being so embarrassed and hurt, I couldn’t even report back to work cause I couldn’t focus. The only thing that was in my head was that the bus driver told me something real rude and i cant get over it.
Around the fall semester of 2011 I was still in high school. My high school was a continuation school for kids who need to catch up to graduate on time and since my school was a school of choice and personal option it did not provide transportation. My first few months I had a ride to school but they graduated so I was left having to walk to the bus stop and catch the bus to school. My house isn’t far at all from the bus stop but it is a very big commute route so many people drive by it. One day on my way to the MARTA stop some man in his early to mid-twenty’s slowed down to ask me if I wanted a ride. I was shocked and said no without hesitating. I was so bothered by this because I did not know this person nor was he in my school, so why would I accept a ride from him? Even if he did go to my school I would never catch a ride with a man I didn’t know. All day it bothered me, what if I had not been taught well by my parents and had gotten in the car, what would have happened to me? After this I became more paranoid then I already was about walking by myself. A few months later it happened again another man in his early to mid twenty’s asked me if I wanted a ride. Again the same thoughts went through my head, the same as the first time. Not only did I have the same thing happen to me twice, everyday so many men would shout things from their car, mainly a group of men. Also on my bus route there was this old man who probably had some sort of mental disability but still struck me as odd. One day he said hello and I responded politely, to my mistake he took that beyond a friendly greeting and kept speaking to me. He would ask me to have dinner with him and tell me I was pretty and he would love my company. I always told him to leave me alone and some days I would find him staring at me oddly and he would purposely sit next to me and I would have to move away. I finally met someone from my school on the MARTA who would stick by me because I told him what happened. After that the old man didn’t bother me anymore. I was quite surprise about what had happened to me because of the area this happened in. I lived in Roswell, GA before moving with my Husband who is in the military. To me Roswell was a suburban town where nothing had ever happened to me so when this happened in a place I called home and I felt safe walking in and now no longer did. It scared me a lot, it was almost like the place lost its innocence to me.
I was going to shop with my mom and my friend, but my mom’s car has a broken radio. I rushed back inside my house to get cds to play so I wouldn’t be bored. I have a handful of cds and I’m walking down the porch to get to my mom’s car and there he is. He’s looking at me, obviously not bothered that I’m rushing to get to my mom’s car, looking very uncomfortable. “Hey, cutie pie!” He keeps yelling and I look a few times, just weirded out. I start getting closer to the car when I hear him say, “F U too.” I’m only 15. I tell my friend about what happened and she said it might have been because of me looking older than I actually am. I told her that he shouldn’t have assumed my age. I also told her that it wasn’t okay and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but he should be. Calling women out on the street, making them feel unsafe and embarrassed, is NEVER okay.
I was sitting in a Decatur coffee shop a few weeks ago after a very stressful day writing notes for a project I had to complete before summer’s end. I walked up to the counter to refill my coffee when a man approached me and grabbed my leg from behind, saying “You have very nice thighs, let me touch them some more…in private.” I smacked his hand away, told him to leave me alone and said “would you do/say that to your mother?” and promptly went back to my seat. The coffee shop was full, other people had seen this go down, and the baristas had told him not to harass me, so I assumed that would be the end of it. I sat back down and not twenty minutes later the man returned right behind me, asking me what I was reading, how I was doing, and again started touching my legs and stroking my hair from behind. I was so humiliated that I yelled at him to please please please leave me alone, that I had mace, etc, along with various profanities. He just shrugged and grinned, then shuffled out of the coffee shop.
About five minutes later I looked out the window only to see the man pointing inside at me, talking to another man who I’ve had previous encounters with, all of which have included some degree of harassment. They were both laughing and making lewd gestures of some kind. I reported all of this to the baristas, who sort of shrugged it off but told me the most they could do was kick him out of the store. I left very soon after that shaken and frightened and disgusted, and haven’t seen him in the area since.