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When I was 16 years old, I went to get my car tires changed at discount tire or some chain store and had my friend Bev along with me. We were standing at the counter when a group of 3-4 males were standing in line behind us. They started to talk about my butt since its larger than most “white girls'”. I hate hearing about my physique. All it ever brings about is harassing comments or unwanted groping. On this day, one of the guys was getting louder and more bold about describing my anatomy and as me and Bev turned around to go in the waiting area, one of the guys grabbed my crotch and said, “I bet you’ve got a phat pussy to match that phat ass.” I was shocked, Bev said, “Get your nasty hands off her”. She was the only one to stand up for me, the rest of the customers AND the employees did absolutely NOTHING to help, not even to speak up or protest.
It was my last day of school my Junior year. Some friends and I were at the gas station getting water and candy before we went to the park. There was a long wait due to shift change and issues with the gas pumps. While we waited and joked around, some older motorcyclists came in. Tough looking men in leather jackets are totally normal in my town, and they are typically very kind and respectable, so we continued waiting. They came to the counter with their beer and began making jokes with us about the wait and how warm it was outside; as I mentioned, we were used to bikers so we laughed and made jokes too. One began asking why I dressed so nice; I was in the plaid shirt and black skirt pictured, which was usual everyday clothes. I simply stated that they were my normal clothes, and I refused to make any further eye contact. Seeing that I was a “lost cause”, he turned to my friend and began telling her how pretty she was. Thankfully the register was available to be used for transactions at this point. He allowed us to go first since we had been there, but as we walked out, he said quite loudly, “man, I wish I was 18.” Creepy!
Cat called as I was crossing the street going the opposite way as him. I told him “That’s not cool!” And he just laughed and said something else I couldn’t hear. I said “Don’t do that!” But he wasn’t paying attention to me beyond that point.
Just watched a black Camaro full of guys catcall a woman walking down the street. She ignored them but she looked very annoyed.
I was leaving Biggby on Grand River near Crunchy’s and heading off to work. Two men were hanging out on the sidewalk and decided to cat call and “compliment” me on my legs and dress – one of them even said “you shouldn’t hide yourself with clothes.” Needless to say, I gave them both a disgusted look and, uncharacteristically, the bird. (Pent up frustration from this happening over and over resulted in me flipping off 2 strangers).
They then called me an “ungrateful bitch” and yelled about how they were “just being nice” and told me to go “fuck myself,” etc. I got in my car and drove to work wondering if I should have worn a different dress. I should not have thoughts like that. I should not feel compelled to flip off strangers. I should just not have to deal with that period. Not okay, dudes.
I was dating this guy that made me feel loved but he was just using me. I set boundaries first thing because I am pretty young (16) and I want to wait. I thought he respected that but he didn’t. He pushed me to do things that I said no to. He physically hit me and made me feel worthless. He tried to rape me multiple times. I don’t know what I would have done if one of my close friends didn’t walk into the room the last time he tried. I’ve never been so scared.
I was walking down State Street on the University of Michigan campus. A white blazer with two occupants and a dog shouted out racist and sexist slurs at me and a group of friends. About 10 minutes later I saw the same car coming back in the opposite direction and the male passenger again called out racist and sexist slurs. They had to stop at the red light at State and Williams so I ran up to the car passenger door and asked “What did you say to me?” He says, “I have never seen you before in my life.” I said, “I know your car from all the identifying stickers you have stuck on the back trunk door. You just drove down the street back and forth yelling out at me and my friends. I’m watching you.” The light changed and they drove off. He leaned his head out and called “B***!” to display his fundamental cowardice one more time. He had dark blonde curly hair and looked about 16 but maybe he was older. The driver was a female in her late teens, I think, with long straight blonde hair.
I was walking back to my car from a girl’s night out, and we passed two older men (about 20-30 years older). As we passed, the men whistled and asked us where we were headed. After we responded shortly with “home,” one guy replied with “give me 10 minutes, it will be the best sex you’ve ever had.” I was so disgusted I just kept walking (at a faster pace).