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I was walking to my apartment one morning around 7:30am after spending the night with my boyfriend. I was just stopping by to grab my stuff for my day’s classes when a man, probably in his late 20s, stopped in front of me and said “Damn that is a nice skirt and your legs look great in it. Wait that’s a dress but your ASS looks amazing in it.” I was wearing a sun dress with a pretty bulky jacket over top so the fact he was looking that closely made me really uncomfortable.I started shuffling off pretty creeped out. As I walked away I realize he had started following me home. I need to mention that this was a GROWN MAN on a children’s little metal scooter and as he followed me he asked if he could ask me a question. I was freaking out at this point texting my boyfriend who was on his way to work and telling him I’m being followed home. He asked me if he needed me to come back and get me but at this point he was probably 20-30 minutes out of the house to work. At this point the guy on the scooter turned to me and asks completely seriously, “Has anyone ever gone down on your before?”. I told him I need to go and almost ran the rest of the way home but thank goodness he stopped following me after that.
I was walking up Chebucto Lane with my dogs mid-afternoon, and I remember actually thinking to myself that I feel safe and welcome in this city, like maybe I could be an out trans woman and that would be okay.
I crossed Chebucto Rd and immediately some guy screamed at the top of his lungs “FFFFRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAK!” as he was driving by. There were plenty of people around, and I was walking my dogs on a busy street on a sunny afternoon. UGH.
This happened to me about a year and a half ago. I was on my lunch break waiting on the corner of Sackville and Bell to cross the street. A car drove through the intersection…a guy in the passenger seat had his window rolled down and he was holding a smart phone out the window that was clearly video recording. He looked at me and shouted “Hey you! Wanna have sex?!” as he drove by. I think he was recording the situation to see if he could get a reaction from me. I just kept stone faced and didn’t give him any sort of reaction. I wondered how many other women he shouted at as he and his buddies drove by…This action was literally maybe 3 seconds of my life…and here it is more than a year later and the experience is still bothering me.
This morning I was walking to get groceries, and there was a man standing outside of the office building on the corner of the road. The man was singing and looking very cheerful, so I smiled at him and walked away.
Immediately after he yelled at me “SWEET CHEEKS SWEETY. AND I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE ONES ON YOUR FACE”.
I felt embarrassed, because he yelled so loud in the middle of the street.
I felt angry, because he had no right to comment on my body like that.
I felt nervous, because I did not know if he was going to be there when I walked home from the grocery store.
It started as a friendly encounter and turned into a negative experience. And I am mad about it.
I was walking with my best friend towards the bus station close to University Ave, on Victoria Park. It was around 20:45 in the evening. We walked by three tall males in hoodies, and they began approaching us from behind, they were walking from the inner part of the park. They began yelling things at us and laughing, I couldn’t understand all their words and I sincerely didn’t want to either, but they were things like “Hey girls! Come here, girls!” “oh, look at her, she’s walking, keep walking, girls.” As much as I wanted to yell back at those brutes to leave us alone, we were outnumbered and in a vulnerable position, the park was dark and lonely and there was another small group of guys smoking weed not too far away inside the park. We felt really threatened, they started yelling/laughing louder and getting closer. Since we were almost at the bus stop—and, thankfully, there was someone else standing there—I told my friend to just walk faster, to ignore the idiots. They did walk away when we arrived to the station and stood next to this other person waiting for the bus. I think this is not the first time I’ve seen these guys, around two weeks before we (my same friend and I) were walking across the Camp Hill Cemetery (around 17:00 or so), and a very similar group of guys were there, smoking weed and drinking, looking at us in a non-friendly manner.
Ok, so wow. I wasn’t going to post this because I was just gonna let it roll off of my shoulders but after giving it some thought I realized I need to share it. I am college student living at home so I have to take the bus to my school. Last year I was on the bus with my friend, but it was crowded so we got separated. When we finally got to Bridge Terminal I felt a hand on my shoulder so I turned around. It was an older man, much older than myself. He looked me up and down and said “You look damn fine today.” At this I was terrified so I ran off of the bus and found the friend I had come with.
Another day I was travelling by myself on the 60 and he was there again. This time as I passed he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I think he said something about the weather, or warned me not to fall on the ice. I’m not sure because I was so terrified. He than let me go and I ran into my school.
I had almost forgotten about him until today, when I was actually very frightened. I got on the 60 with my friend to head to school. The same man was in front of us and I sent my friend a text explaining why I was suddenly scared. After a moment my friend and I began talking normally. When the man heard my voice he immediately got up out of his seat and sat right beside me across the aisle. At the next stop my friend and I switched seats in an attempt to get me away from him. After this the man than got up and went to sit behind us, thankfully my friend looked up as he did this and he sat a few seats away. I was scared because I didn’t know what this man was trying to accomplish.
Getting out of the car with my mother carrying inside an armload of fresh produce and bags, when some haggard looking white dude in his 20-30s leans out of his red truck and hangs out his window to yell out ‘NICE ASS!’.
Asshole is lucky my arms were full or I would have thrown a rock through his window. Instead I yelled at him to “fuck off” no one cares about your small minded thoughts or sexual fustrations. Please go die in a fire somewhere and leave us all alone.
I was out for a walk with my friend and her dog down by the trail. We were having such a good time and talking animately about grad school, dogs and life.
As soon as we left the park area, I heard someone whistle at me and my friend.
I turned around and saw a black car drive off. The guy in the car looked straight at me and just smiled as if he has accomplished something great in his feeble life. I just looked at my friend and said “I think we just got catcalled and I don’t feel comfortable right now”.
This trail is filled with great memories and gives me such a wonderful peace every time I’m on there. I’m not going let this one experience stop me for enjoying this space