Hollaback! Story, Transphobic, Verbal

Madison’s story: “Being catcalled as a trans woman is a unique experience.”

So I got catcalled the other night on my bike ride home. Some dudes yelled out “YEEEEOOOOOWWWW” out of a car window as they were driving by.

Earlier that night (literally on the same stretch of road), some other dudes in a Jeep honked and stuck their head out of the window and bellowed something as they passed me, but I couldn’t make out what those guys were saying.

Being catcalled as a trans woman is a unique experience.

Like, my first response is to feel unsafe because someone is targeting me.

My second response is to feel affirmed that at least they gendered me correctly (I assume).

My third response is to feel degraded because they’re just objectifying me.

My fourth response is to feel even more unsafe ‘cuz I worry about what might happen if they realize I’m trans and they just “yeowza’d” at me. That’s the kind of situation where trans women often end up being assaulted or murdered.

I’m super wary of groups of guys that walk around with “that swagger.” They’re all Schroedinger’s trans-misogynist until proven otherwise. Travelling alone at night just got way sketchier.

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Hollaback! Story, Stalking, Verbal

Violet’s story: “Because we wouldn’t get into a car full of strange men who were threatening us.”

This actually happened over two years ago, but here goes: I went for a walk at night, just down the street to the store for a snack, with two friends. One friend and I were 17, and my other friend was only 14. A car full of guys pulled up next to us, leaning out of their windows and leering at us. It was very dark, and we could only make out their silhouettes. My two friends are deaf, so when we all froze and stared at the car, which was pulled up right to the curb, I was the only one to hear what they said to us. They yelled, “hey, girls, get in the car!”. When we didn’t move, they started swearing at us, and saying “Get in the fucking car right now or else! We told you to get in the car!”. I was legitimately scared for my life. It was dark, we were walking by a cemetery, and the car was full of guys. I thought they might get out of the car, or pull out guns. Thankfully (though I did not feel thankful at the time), they finally drove away, yelling “bitches!” out the window. These men called us bitches because we wouldn’t get into a car full of strange men who were threatening us. Unbelievable. I was so shaken, and we were only halfway to the store. I held my friend’s hand the rest of the way. While we were walking through the store parking lot, a guy started following us, so we quickly ducked into the McDonalds that we were walking by, and called her mom to pick us up from there. I have never felt so unsafe, and I can only imagine the kind of Post-Traumatic stress that other women have who’ve been through this several times, or much worse. I also feel awful at the fact that I actually thought, “maybe that happened because I’m wearing shorts.” I thought maybe my shorts were too short and that was the reasoning behind it. Maybe they thought we were prostitutes. Then I realized: even if we had been prostitutes, we should NOT have been spoken to in that way.

This is the reason why I am nervous about walking at night, even with a group of other girls.

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Investigating Street Harassment: Internationally!

Hollaback is a movement to end street harassment powered by a network of local activists around the world. Hollaback has teamed up with Cornell University’s ILR School professor Beth Livingston to study the experiences and impacts of street harassment internationally, through cooperation with many of Hollaback’s local activism sites, including Halifax.


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Hollaback! Story, Verbal

Ms. N’s story: “I don’t know what he wants or what to do”

There is a grown man, 35+? who rides his bicycle on the side walk around spring garden and the surrounding streets, who twice has rode up behind me and let out a yell, and rides on, looking back frequently. I never wear skirts or revealing clothes (not that this SHOULD matter because it should not), and I don’t engage back… He has his face semi-covered by his bike helmet, and sometimes converses with other people on Spring Garden Road, outside of the McDonald’s area. I don’t know what he wants or what to do. And I am sorry if this is happening to you too! :) GROW UP 35+

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Direct, Green Dot Story, Hollaback! Story

Courtney’s story: “I’ve been on my guard now”

This is back when I was only twelve/eleven years old.

I, my twin sister and older sister were all on a bus. It was getting somewhat late and we were just planning to go watch a movie and pick up something for dinner. It wasn’t too long of a bus drive but what I did catch onto after a few minutes was this man (probably in his thirties) was staring directly at my twin sister with a big, creepy smile on his face. Now, even though we were twelve, my twin had quite the big bust on her and long, wavy hair and curves. I myself had my hair pixie cut and was wearing thick layers, so I looked boyish. No matter how much of a glare I sent towards the man, he just wouldn’t stop. I had to put my arm around my sister for the whole ride until he got the idea that I wasn’t taking shit from him.

This is happened on more than one occasion with men of different ages, and we were TWELVE! My older sister hadn’t noticed because she was busy on the phone, but it indeed happened and it STILL happens. As much as I want to say something, I’m always too nervous, I’ve got the worst social anxiety. Though I’ve been on my guard now to make sure me and my sister stays safe. Be careful out there! there are some creepy, starer’s out there, and even some gropers, which should be avoided! hopefully men will get the idea that staring at people because you think they look ‘hot’ is gross and disrespectful.

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Assault, Groping, Hollaback! Story

Angie’s story: “I didn’t know what to do”

I was walking home when I was approached by this guy. He was around my age, I think (16). He came up to me and wrapped his hands around me and asked what my name was. I told him it was Angie and he said his name was Tristan. He then asked if I found him attractive and I didn’t know what to do he was like fondling me so I said yeah I guess so and then he asked if he could kiss me. I said no but he proceeded to kiss my mouth, my cheek, my jaw and while he was squeezing me against him. I kept trying to push him away but he was holding me really tight so I just shoved him off and walked away without looking back.

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Groping, Hollaback! Story, Stalking, Verbal

Erin’s story: “I yelled for him to let go of me”

I was walking home late one night alone, minding my own business when a man who had been sitting on a set of steps outside a house grabbed me by my hips, pulling me toward him and groping me. I yelled for him to let go of me, and while I was struggling he said “you shouldn’t be wearing yoga pants if you’re not looking to get some”, among other disgusting thing while a few guys nearby stood and laughed. Once I was free of his grasp (after use of significant force) I hurried on my way with my head down but the man trailed about 20 metres behind me, insisting that I was a “whore” and a “cunt” and other expletives until I finally lost him.

I considered calling the police but the last time I tried to phone in harassment I wasn’t taken seriously, adding insult to injury.
Having the other men stand by and laugh was one of the things that bothered me most about it. If I hadn’t been able to struggle out of the man’s grasp would they still have stood by?

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Hollaback! Story, Verbal

Andrea’s story: “We’re used to being screamed at”

I was casually walking to the laundromat to change my laundry over when this car drives by and SCREAMS something (pretty sure I heard the word whore). I am used to this, but it was louder than usually and was offputting (as usual). What struck me was a girl inside heard it too, and we bonded over the fact that this happens ALL THE TIME.

Part of the annoying part is you can rarely ever hear what they’re saying which makes it pointless… But it really sucks that all females have this “bond” in that we’re used to being screamed at randomly on the streets for no reason…


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