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I was at a fair with a friend.
We had just went to the bathrooms and as we walked out a group of three men (mid twenties) were standing ten feet away.
As we walked by them one of the men starting saying “Hey chica, chica, chica.” Like we were dogs. While all three looked on, just staring at us.
I walked back and informed him that what he did was street harassment and it didn’t make me feel very good as a person.
My friend was embarrassed I did that. It made me feel like I was crazy.
A man approached me and asked about a costume piece, I explained and checked my phone.
He asked if I was calling the cops, I said I was checking texts.
He asked if I was married, I said yes and flashed my ring.
He then told me that I was “really well developed” and I told him “I’d like you to leave now”, he went off on me and started swearing and calling me names.
I looked around for help, and found none.
I was evaluating an escape when he walked past.
I thought he was going to hit me.
I went to a bar recently with a few of my friends and had just sat down from a round of dancing.
My friends were still up on the floor, but somebody had followed me down.
He must have seen signals I hadn’t given, because he walked right up behind me and stuck his tongue in my ear and his hand between my legs.
It brought me back to when I was six and first molested, and I felt nearly paralyzed.
One of my friends saw and chased him away, but I couldn’t stop crying.
Brand new, painful memory.
I was walking down mission street from the gym, and some guy in a truck yelled “hey beautiful,” completely taking me out of my peaceful state of mind after my early morning workout.
Instead of staying silent, I screamed “fuck you” so loud on this typically quiet posh street full of high end shops in San Marino.
Nobody seemed to mind, I don’t know if they noticed, but that jerk did.
I’m proud I stood up for myself because all my life this would happen and id stay silent.
I live in Downtown Los Angeles and one day I was running errands for my boss and it was about 90 degrees outside so I decided to wear a sundress (I NEVER wear dresses) and one man whistled at me and asked “how much?”.
Another man came up right behind me and said “ain’t no business like ho business.”
I kindly told them to fuck off and then they got offended, but I felt so good about myself.
Some fool on the street said something to me about how I was sexy.
I was so surprised – this hasn’t happened in years – that I turned and looked at him.
He smiled at me.
“Ew,” was all I could think of to say.
He started walking away.
“Like I’d be caught dead with trash like you!” I shouted after him.
I’m not sure if he heard but if he did I wholeheartedly hope it ruined his day.
The fact that I have met men – still, in this day, in this age, of my generation – who don’t understand how irritating this is…Barf.
Welcome to Los Angeles.
Thirty-something male masturbating on front of me on purple line train to Wilshire/Western.
Elderly man incessantly making masturbation motions at me as I walked by a residential neighborhood on 9th St near Olympic in Koreatown.