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I was walking home late at night and decided to take a short cut through Mooney’s Bay. It is well-lit save for the parking lot. Beside the parking lot is an amusement ride, a pirate ship. By the business’s dumpster I saw a light – a cell phone. A person was watching something on his cell phone. I heard laughter coming from the video. I walked calmly by the person, a man, until I noticed he had his penis out and was masturbating. I immediately got scared and did a 180. Walked away as fast as I can! Unfortunately I didn’t have a cell phone, so by the time I got home and called 911, it was probably too late. I still get nervous when walking past this area.
I went to the Sens game with my boyfriend. An older man and his friends were clearly intoxicated. For almost two periods, he sloppily told me how beautiful I was, that’s he’s married but can still appreciate and that my boyfriend was a “lucky man” among many other comments. All this while leaning in my lap, touching me, unintentionally spitting on my face ( as he was talking), spilling beer over me and making racial comments to my guy ( who was flustered, visibly pissed and repeatedly told him to back off).
I was on my way home from work after a quick stop at Burrito Gringo. I crossed the road to make my way and walked past a new-ish barber shop on Bronson Avenue called “Klipperz”. I had my headphones in so I didn’t think much about the gentleman saying “Hey”, he then said “Hey you!”, at this point I was getting annoyed and he whistled at me and proceeded to say “HEY!” I look up and took my headphones out assuming something was going on that needed my attention. I look up at this guy and he makes a gesture with his tongue suggesting he wanted to preform cunnilingus on me… UHM!! Not cool. Not cool at all.
I made a rude remark about how unattractive I found that gesture and that all other people in the world would also be extremely turned off. He turned to go back inside and I put my headphones back in and started to walk quickly to get home.
After some appetizers with my sister and her friends I decided to head home early. I made it fifteen feet from the door before I was surrounded by about 5, 20 something men. One of them says “I like what I see”. I clutched the keys in my hand as I was about to walk down a dimly lit street to my car when another guy barely moves out of my way, looks me up and down in a suggestive manner and says “mmm I like what I see too”. I turned around and verbally blasted them, saying “I am not here for you. Bunch of guys standing on a side street. Pathetic.” Of course they laughed it off and I felt foolish for thinking they cared what I thought. Still glad I spoke up and will always do so.
Je marchais sur le trottoir et un groupe de deux hommes et deux femmes plus âgés marchaient vers moi. Un des hommes m’a dit bonjour en passant et après il a ajouté avec un gros sourire: “T’es ben sexy toé! On appelle ça une black magic woman!”
C’est loin d’être la première fois que ça m’arrive et je suis tannée. Une fois quelque chose de similaire m’est arrivé quand j’étais avec un ami et il ne comprenait pas pourquoi je pourrais être fâchée quand on me dit que je suis “belle”. Selon moi, ce n’est pas du tout un compliment, c’est plutôt dérangeant et vraiment primitif.
Although this story is not specific to street harassment, we felt the need to include it here because it speaks to ways in which violence against women is trivialized.
My Spanish TA was handing out the mid-term to the class today and said that everyone lost most of their points on one specific section. “You all lost points on the verbs section of the test,” She said. “But… I don’t blame you. That question was like a gang rape.”
I was coming back from the bar with some friends on Halloween night. We took the bus from Laurier Station, going towards Hurdman Station. Almost everyone was drunk and the bus was jam-packed. I ended up face to face with a thirty-something year old man and couldn’t move because there were so many people. At the next stop, even more people tried to get on the bus, and the guy I got squished up against starts yelling “Get off the f***ing bus! There’s no more room! Do you want me to rape this girl in front of me?!” (the “girl” being me, of course)
I got scared right away and became so anxious that I had a panic attack. But I still couldn’t get away or give myself space from this guy because there were too many people on the bus. Thankfully, I was with friends, and we got off at the next stop and walked safely home.