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I was kissing my then girlfriend at a local gay club when she suddenly jumped and started crying and shouting. It turned out that as we kissed some guy had put his hand up her skirt and inside her underwear whilst his friend filmed it on his phone. I screamed at them and grabbed the phone and broke it. We were asked by secuirity to leave the bar.
This has happened to me many times in different places. almost every time i’m out running, I get honked at – by a lorry, a car, whatever – and sometimes they shout out hte window. Running is my “me” time but this takes it away and males it about my body rather than my strength, determination and time for me to de-stress.
My daugher’s friend (17) was walking home from town toward south belfast when she stopped to take off her crippling high heel shoes. As she leaned over, one of 3 young male students came past and grabbed her mid waist and pushed himself against her. She fell to the ground. Thankfully she screamed – they moved on, drunk and oblivious.She was scared and upset- no one came to her aid. I wanted her to report it but she felt it was her fault walkig home alone. GRR! So mad!
I was at the limelight and saw a guy grab a girl’s bum (I thought). she grabbed his hand and told him to F off. I approached her and said “I saw what happened”, she sad “he grabbed my vagina!” I checked she felt ok and told her about hollaback to share her story and said well done for her reaction, mre than I would have felt comfortable doing at her age.
While walking with a good friend who was having a bad day, a man in a car sitting in traffic shouted over to us, calling us “dykes” and saying he “could sort us out”. He then noticed I was transgender and proceeded to shout slurs until we were out of sight.
a man repeatedly slapped his thigh and said “come here, pup”, referring to me like I was a dog. He was threatening and tense looking. He then approached me, talked very close to my face and patted my shoulders while shouting about how he had a right to be in the street. He was disturbing, and seemed unpredictable and aggressive.
I’m an intern with an organisation near botanic avenue, and a local education institute have recently commissioned a construction co. to do some work on the houses at the bottom of the street. It was my birthday at the end of August and I left work with a colleague to go for a celebratory lunch. Given the minimal amount of sunshine it was the perfect opportunity for a bunch of the builders to group together outside and, shocker, mutter/whistle as my friend and I walked past. I stopped – something I rarely do – said excuse me, asked who whistled. Cue sniggering, smirking, shrugging, no actual verbal response.
I asked again and suddenly the entire building they were sitting outside of erupted with jeers and whistles – really loudly, out of nowhere, most of the men not even visible. I just about managed “Hey, that’s street harassment, well done” before walking on, followed by the laughter and jeering the ENTIRE way down the street. There was no swearing, nothing overtly sexual, but I felt extremely intimidated in an area where I usually feel safe and, to be honest, a bit stupid for trying to say anything at all. Especially since even the slightest attempt to challenge/question/communicate makes it ten times worse. And, as is often the case with this sort of thing, the harassers get to go straight back to their day while you’re left slinking down the street feeling like a scared fourteen year old, wondering if YOU could have handled the situation any better.
I honestly don’t mean to tar all men in the construction trade with the same brush – in fact I’m sure there are many who’re decent enough to NOT be on board with the casual harassment of passing women – but I also wish the vast majority wouldn’t live up to such a shitty, sexist stereotype almost every time I come into contact with them.
My friend and I were in a shop on the Ormeau Road last Wednesday, 4 June at around 6-7pm. We had queued to pay for our items when we heard a conversation behind us that a boy and girl (probably in late teens/ early twenties) were having. Neither of us heard the exact details, but both of us heard the boy ask the girl very loudly “Is that a man or a woman?” about my friend. We both turned around to look at them incredulously, only to have the girl laugh in our faces. We were both taken off guard. We paid for out items and then left. We were angry and amazed at what had just happened, and both regretted not speaking up, as we were aware of Hollaback.
There was no doubt they were speaking loudly to elicit a reaction, and to shame my friend on her appearance.