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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
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.
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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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+