So I’m sitting on the 1 train, minding my own business, when this guy sticks his forearm in front of me, taps on it and points to my arm. I have a good sized tattoo in that spot and I guessed he wanted to see it, so I stuck my arm out THEN HE GRABBED MY ARM AND KISSED IT

HE FUCKING KISSED MY ARM

After I yanked my arm away he spent the rest of the ride (I got off at the next stop) telling me he loved me and saying he would get my name tattooed on him so I would be with him forever

yesterday I was walking to the bodega and these two guys on the corner yelled out, “hey beautiful, you so beautiful!” and when I didn’t turn around one of them said, “oh she’s just afraid of how big my dick is!”

 6:30 am, on my way to work in an accidental Amy Grant costume, this guy stopped me and said, “damn ma, you look sexy. Beautiful”

I’ve been in 4 different cities in the past month and now I’m deep in the country; in every single place, without fail, some dude has honked/yelled/cat called/otherwise harassed me in public

Here’s the full submission-

When I was 14 (I’m 16 now), I was taking a photo of something a bit cool and arty just round the corner from my house, when all of a sudden, this middle-aged drunk or possibly high man starts chatting me up. I tried ignoring him, but he was very persistent. He asked me lots of questions like what school I went to, and my name. I’m terrible at lying, but I tried my best. I told him my name was Amy, as that was the first name that popped into my head. I was sort of hoping someone would walk past, nobody did but there were people across the road, who didn’t seem to notice. He then asked if I wanted to go out with him, I told him no but he kept on asking. Eventually, I told him the reason I didn’t want to go out with him was because I was a lesbian, as I panicked and thought that would make him stop, in hindsight probably a bad move. I told him I had to go and he persisted that he would walk me there, while I kept telling him no. He said he’d walk with me a bit of the way, I ignored him and walked as quickly, not looking behind me. He was following me asking if I’d eaten pussy, and how I knew if I was a lesbian if I’d never tasted dick. He then said something like “would you rather eat pussy than this” (or something like that) and I’m pretty sure he pulled his dick out, but I only turned my head slightly in a flash. I walked faster and by now he wasn’t following me, and when I got behind a wall (with my home in sight), I checked he wasn’t there and just stood trembling, taking in what had happened, then I started crying. When I had calmed myself down a bit I walked up the street to my house and acted as if nothing had happened and I’ve never told anyone, but when I got to my room I freaked out again.

One of my worst experiences of street harassment started after my roommate and I just moved into a new apartment complex. It escalated into stalking behavior. We were out grocery shopping and running errands one day and I noticed that we kept seeing the same grotesque man every where we went. I thought it was just a coincidence until we went for a walk in the park later that day. There he was again. He followed us. He then began demanding my number and that I date him. I ignored him and we temporarily lost him. He got in his car and drove around to the other side of the park to cut us off, hid in the bushes watching, waiting for us, emerged and then continued his harassment, demanding my number, saying I was “sexy”, demanding I date him. I refused. Every day after that, when ever I would leave my apartment complex, there he was. Harassing me, following me. One day I was in the locked, gated courtyard of the complex with my roommates attempting to have a BBQ, he spotted me. He then drove his car back and forth on the busy street in front of the apartment complex for half an hour, honking his horn, shouting at me to come to him, calling me offensive names because I wouldn’t. I went inside my apartment and hid. I became terrified of leaving the apartment because he was always out there. Waiting for the bus was the worst because I felt so vulnerable to him. And getting on the bus wasn’t any better because there was an old man on my route who would always sit behind me and try to stroke my hair. I would always have to change seats. It went on for months, I finally moved away from that place but harassment never ends. Since then I have been groped, followed, propositioned, demeaned by so many more men. Simply being in the presence of strange men gives me such immense anxiety now that I am still afraid to leave the house. I am sick of it.

Anonymous asked: Apologies, but earlier I submitted those two stories (one when I was 13 and one when I was 14), and the latter had 3 parts to it, did you receive all three parts? I think you may have gotten then a little mixed up (you put the story of when I was 13 in the first part of the 14 story ask) Sorry to bother if it's just a misunderstanding

Oh! I’m so sorry, I only got those so I put them together. If you re-send I’ll post them 

Very early this morning I was walking to the train and these two clearly drunk men were gesturing to me and laughing and one of them yelled, “I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for it!” then laughed more and sort of mimed lifting a skirt