Bad Santa

I was actually not in NYC, but I feel this nasty Santa needs to be exposed! I was with the little girl I nanny for seeing Santa, and Santa insisted I sit on his lap. Since she still believes in Santa, and Santa is supposedly a good authority figure, I followed his directions. Santa then began rubbing my back, holding my waist inappropriated and was just generally nasty! What a horrible man! He needs to be exposed. It frightens me to think such men can have access to children. Yikes! Bad Santa perv!

Submitted by Sarah

Happy Holidays from the Q14 Bus. You expected more?

This guy kept his leg wide open the whole time on the Q14 bus tonight. He kept putting his hand between his legs and massaged the area like he's in a porn movie. He kept eyeballing me and staring at me until I took out my camera phone and snapped this nasty pervert's face. As soon as he got off the bus, he just stared right at me through the window and I just flipped him my middle finger. Dirty pervert.

Submitted by C.

Do It For Your Country

So I'm walking to the dorms and talking to my mother on my cell phone, when I see this guy in military fatigues sitting in a car. He glares at me until I get close enough (where I intended to walk right past him) and he says, "Hey! I want your number! I want your number!" Creeped out, I stop, glare back, and say loudly into the phone, "Ew, mom. This gross guy I don't know just asked for my number. Some guys are so pathetic." Of course, he didn't look too thrilled.

Sorry dude, I understand it's been a while, but you really shouldn't expect women to take "do it for your country" so literally...

Submitted by Emily

Billyberg Bastard

Tonight around 10 PM, on a train back to her apartment in Williamsburg, a hooded man seated next to my best friend, a 22 year old woman, whispered in her ear "I am going to follow you when you get up." He did follow her, just a step behind, up the subway steps of her stop and out onto the street. With great clarity in a life-threatening moment, she stepped inside a bodega, while he stood outside, waiting for her, and was fortunate to find a couple who were willing to walk her the few steps from the market to her apartment door. When they exited the bodega, the hooded man was still there, waiting for his (potential) victim. Unfortunately, it took the help of two people--a woman to make her feel safe, and a man to protect her-- to allow this woman to arrive home unharmed.

The most important part of this is that my friend is safe, but I feel such anger and rage that men like this, who derive such a false, disgusting sense of power from physically and sexually threatening women in public (or private), can make strong, smart, powerful women like my friend doubt their decision to live alone if they choose, to live free and independent lives, or to merely live at all. I am completely disgusted, and concerned for my friend.

Submitted by R.P.

Caution! Women Resisting.

"If you glare at a woman, catcall, or touch her, you have to take into account that you will be loudy ridiculed, have a glass of beer poured over you, or be punched in the face. We therefore advise you to immediatly refrain from such harrassment! Women, migrants, homeless people, transgender people, gays and lesbians are often victims of assaults. Don't look away, intervene!"

We couldn't resist. Neither could our friends at Feministing.

Burger - nasty

I was at Burger King at Main St. and Roosevelt Ave in Flushing with some friends, hanging out. We were about to leave when this guy (who had previously asked for money) sitting next to us goes "Hey, you, whats up? I want to suck you." I looked at him, disgusted, and replied "you're fucking gross." He then proceeds to get up and follow us out while wiggling his tongue at me. He said "I want to suck your pussy", and would have probably stuck his tongue in my ear had I not moved away. My friend and I told him he was a fucking pervert and he followed us to the corner. Ugh.

Submitted by Cheer

A kick to street harassers and all their kindred spirits

My girl and I were walking down the street yesterday. As with every day when we/she/I walk down the street, some jerk in a prettied-up car decided it was his business to violate our space by sticking his head out of the window and assaulting us with a list of sleazy, misogynistic, homophobic and idiotic comments. He seemed to think that we wanted to know all about the fact that hot lesbians were part of his heterosexual male fantasy... he was wrong.

In response to his violent penetration of our personal space, my girlfriend and I screamed a list of obsenities at him, telling him exactly what he could do with his fantasy, his over-inflated ego, and his fucked up attitude. Apparently, women getting angry at his harassment was not a response he was used to, so he stuck his head back out the window to let us know that we were "fucked up bitches" and "crazy fucking psychos". Shit, why hadn't we noticed? Clearly we were the psychos, considering we were the ones cruising around town and looking to assault vulnerable individuals.

His car paused at a set of lights, and he continued to scream at us, throwing his fist around and piling every swear word he knew into discriptions of us. Fed up, my spunky girlfriend shot a massive glob of spit onto his beautifully painted car. Inspired by her actions, I too walked up to his car, and kicked the back of it as hard as I could. This sent him into a frenzy, and he jumped out of his car to further yell abuse at us. We pointed out that the police were sitting across at the next set of lights, so he backed off, but continued to scream at us as he drove away.

Now, some might think it was a bit of an overreaction to kick someone's property in response to a "compliment". I'd like to tell those people to take their ignorant, sexist agendas and shove it up their arses. As a woman and as a lesbian, I spend every day of my life confined by the consequences of men's belief that it is perfectly acceptable to verbally, physically and sexually assualt, harass, and intimidate me. I spend each day fighting off unwanted physical advances, being powerless to respond to drive-by sexual advances, having to shut up and ignore the endless streams of catcalls and wolf whistles, watching program after program representing women as sexual/domestic play objects for men, and battling with both men and women to convince them that yes, it is important to be aware of the the power issues that surround gender relations. I spend nights crying as a result of the sexual abuse I have experienced, days altering my routes so I can feel safe when walking home, and endless hours being overwhelmed by how much work is yet to be done in order to create a world which is safe, equal and free from violence and intimidation.

That kick to the back of the prettied-up car, therefore, was a kick for every man who has ever intimidated, objectfied, assaulted, abused, taken advantage of, raped, or hit a woman. It was for every catcall, wolf whistle, and unwanted comment any woman has ever received since becoming old enough to be violated. It was also a warning to each individual who thinks it is ok to harass women, whether in public or in private.

And fuck, it felt good.

Watch out world... I've discovered the power to holla back, and holla back I will.

Submitted by Sandra

Dressed up, but not for you.

So yes, I am kind of dressed up. I was just at an internship interview. Yes, I am sitting by myself eating my lunch. Thanks. By the way - what the fuck is your deal? I know you can't be looking at train schedules for all of those 15 minutes. I know you keep leering at me. You're not being that discrete, and you are kinda grossing me out. Why can't I just sit alone for half an hour and eat my lunch without someone thinking I'm there to look pretty for them? I am so grossed out that I felt like I had to avoid eye contact with everyone just because some of them were like you and aparently assuming that a young woman sitting by herself was looking for some kind of attention. You're pathetic. It took you a good twenty minutes of (not very) sneakily leering at me for you to finally walk away - don't think I didn't notice that you were turning around every twenty feet or so to stare some more.

Submitted by E.M.

Business in the Front, Sketchy in the Back

Last night I was rushing to catch the subway at 34th Street. I was rushing down the stairs to the D platform and this little man with a rockin’ mullet, who looked like he has just walked out of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" Video, stopped, turned around, looked at me, and had the audacity to say "I lick a lot of pussy." Eww! I have never been so upset in my life that my phone was off so I didn’t get a picture of this creep. As I was in a hurry I only had time to roll my eyes, give him a disgusted look, and flip him off.

Submitted by Rachel

Fuck Right Off.

No I will not take off my shirt or show you my ass for your polaroids. Skeevy asshole. I'm so happy to go back to San Francisco and say goodbye to the Bowery's poetry scene... Where they knowingly tolerate blatant sexual harassers in their scene.

I talked smack right back at you and played along to hear more of the bullshit. And then pointed out to you that craigslist would be a better place to find women for your polaroid exploits. Put up your ad and get the fuck out of poetry.

Dear women in the Bowery Scene and people there who aren't misogynist fuckheads, I feel sorry for you that you have to put up with that kind of thing. Why do you?

Dear woman with the shaved head who tonight at the poetry club took off your shirt for this dude in the bathroom, did you feel all empowered when this guy went on to harass other people and show your photo in his book and to boast that he likes the authentically dykey ones the best, next to the trannies?

Dear MC dude of the Urbana slam team, nice job of laughing off sexual harassment to my face. Also thanks for letting me know that "that guy hangs out here every single day at the poetry club." That makes it all better! I'm sure everyone just thinks he's SO funny and such a character!

Dear guy working the door... I thought you were laughing with me and were complicit in my fool-baiting. "Thanks" for then when I confronted the dude about his fucked-upedness, then acting like you didn't hear anything wrong... And for saying that you didn't hear anything hostile. Because we all know that asking all the women in a cafe, or a poetry reading at a bar, to take off their clothes for a camera and if they have any "intimate" piercings or tattoos is just totally FRIENDLY... It makes women feel all appreciated and welcome and stuff...

Oh also? The tempting offer of a free copy of your poetry book in exchange for the polaroids of my naked body... not tempting at all.

Submitted by Liz Henry

Not so Super, Market Man

Passing by the local supermarket this morning on my way to work, one of the stock guys from the market (he was wearing his smock/uniform) got altogether too close to me and called me "chula." [HB NOTE: For you nonspanish speakers, chula means sexy or hottie]. I told him to shut up, that he should concentrate on his job instead of bothering people. He just stood there and laughed. So I got out my cell phone and aimed. This guy must have some experience dodging cameras because he immediately threw his hood over his head, covered his face with one arm, and started desperately twirling around, looking for his shopping cart, trying to get away from me with his eyes covered up, keeping his face hidden. He looked like such a fool. So, I only got a lousy shot of the back of his head, but at least I got the satisfaction of watching him run and hide, like the cockroach he is.

Submitted by Nancy

I've Just Been Groped

Hello, I've just been gropped on 16th St. and 8th Ave. It was 4pm- bright sunny day, and I can't believe this just happened to me. I have my wits about me always and I walk confidently with a sort of 'don't fuck with me' look on my face, but it still happened! I was just walking, and this guy walking by, out of no where, stuck his hand out and felt my vagina. I just can't believe it. If there's anybody with any encouraging words, I'd love to hear them, because right now, I just feal like I never want to walk outside by myself again- and I hate that. Dammit.

Submitted by Kathleen

Caught in the Act

Submitted by Ivy

Whatever Happened to the World that was Promised to Us?

I'm only twelve, so I get grossed out pretty easy.

As I was walking home from school one day, a man A LOT older than me stops walking as I walk past. He tries to grab me but I speed up so he misses. "I love your ass!" he calls after me.

Submitted by Fiona

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HOLLAween

My roommate and I walked twelve blocks to a Halloween party last night, and were harassed by NINE different people. After the first three guys in the first three blocks started calling at us (despite the coats that covered up our costumes!), I remembered hearing about Holla Back and I whipped out my cell phone. These were the only pictures that came out clearly, but the
two doofy old guys were by far my favorite. I walked back to them after they called out to us, and said, "smile. I'm putting you on a website that ridicules creepy people who harrass women on the street." So what do they do? Smile, of course! I really wish I could say "only in New York City..."

Submitted by Emily

6 Train Nutjob

I guess I'm just naive and tend to think the best of people (I come by it honestly, from my mom), so my first thought of the middle-aged "dad-type" guy sitting directly across from me with the golf ball-sized hole in his crotch and testicle squeezed, spilling out onto the his seat was that it was gross, but just an accident. Here's me thinking "aw, that poor guy doesn't realize he's got a hole in his pants! But can't he feel that?"

Idiot. When I met up with my friends that night and told them the exact the same scenario above, they laughed and said, "You got flashed! That rip was completely intentional." Then when I got home and told my husband, he agreed. Ugh. It was disgusting and disturbing enough for me to see it, but what if I was a little kid sitting right across from him? Maybe a little kid would've pointed and yelled. Maybe I should've too.

Well, at least I'm holla-ing back. That's a start.

Submitted by Ali

No, Tom Cruise. I Don't Want to Pee with You.

I'm at a Halloween party in Williamsburg on Graham and Frost waiting for the toilet. As I get up to the door, a dude dressed as Tom Cruise with an ego to match comes up to me:

Tom: Can I go in with you?
Me: I don't think so dude.
Tom: C'mon!
Me: (shaking head) No.
Tom: I won't look. What are you scared I'm going to see something? I won't look. I'll pee in the shower.
Me: No.
Tom: C'mon!

The door opens and I slip in. As the door shuts behind me he forces it back open and thrusts himself into the bathroom. Next thing I know he's standing next to me. With reflexes that were must more impressive than my zombie costume might have suggested, I pushed him backwards as hard as I could. He fell outside of the bathroom and I locked the door.

Adrenaline still pumping, I got my boyfriend to take this picture of him. As I stood there shaken and scared, he was dancing.

Submitted by Emily

My Pussy Cat has Claws, Mister.

I was just taking a walk up and down my street (It's a fairly quiet road, I started just walking there instead of around the block to avoid people harassing me) and as I turn at the end of my street to walk back towards my home, a guy leans out of his car (he's on an adjacent street) to scream out at me "I WANT TO LICK YOUR PUSSY!". Wow. I was wearing basketball shorts and an undershirt, but I felt so dirty after he said that. Thanks for ruining my day, jerk.

Submitted by Angela

Jersey Jerks Hit Yankee Stadium

My dad gave my best friend and I his afternoon tickets for the 9/16 game RED SOX VS YANKEES. We sat for about ½ the game when this guy from behind us started making jokes about “southies” and how much the red sox suck (not to mention they were almost done selling beer and the Yankees were getting spanked). We ignored him for a pretty long time and hoped he would just shut up. Everyone in our section (mostly other season ticket holders) were also getting annoyed by his loud drunken stupidity. We jokingly asked him if he was from Jersey to which he answered “how did you know?” and then continued to call us nasty names. He called us everything in the book including assuming we were there “together” even though we both had our wedding rings prominently displayed. Finally when we had just about had enough he started to throw things at us. It was horrible. My friend was turning bright red. Being that we are both Scorpios you can imagine it was hard for us to sit there so long and listen to this without shouting back at him. Finally my friend turned around and told him to shut up which, admittedly, only made things worse. He screamed louder and louder and splashed beer in our direction, asking us if we liked to be humiliated. I am a military veteran with overseas time we even turned around and told him he was ruining one of my last few days before deployment (which has since been canceled) and even that didn’t shut him up. At one point in time I think he spit on us. At this point even his friends were looking pretty embarrassed but still weren’t attempting to shut him down. We got up and moved (to better seats no less) and enjoyed the rest of our day there—but since I had heard about this site on NPR, I had to snap some pictures of him. Here he is, in the white shirt with blue stripes and glasses on his head.

Submitted by Nicki and Corinne

HollaBack Loves Lauri Apple

Alright, we admit it. We have a crush. But after being serenaded with this kick ass song about street harassment, how could we resist? Listen here.

81st and Broadway: Harassment Strikes on the Upper West Side

He still couldn't take his eyes of a woman's rear even as my phone was in his face. He and his friend eyed her and he said, "Have a nice day, gorgeous." But in the way that makes you feel anything but nice.

Submitted by Susan

hollaSUMMONS

I scored a HollaBack victory last night. I was almost home and walking down Roosevelt Ave. in Jackson Heights when I heard a guy behind me saying things that sounded like catcalls. I listened to the words and it went something like this: "Yes, your body, I can be inside your body."

I turned around and asked him, "You talking to me?"

"Oh yes, yes."

"Well, you better shut the fuck up, buddy, or I'll have you arrested," I said. I did not know how I was going to have him arrested, but that's beside the point. "You better stop talking to me like that."

Of course, he did not stop. Despair set in. Then, miracle of miracles! I saw a cop crossing the street. I flagged her down and told her about the harrasser. He was trying to hide behind the telephone booth but we found him. She started scolding him. I started scolding him, too -- "you don't talk to women like that." He played dumb and denied everything, but the officer wasn't having any of it. To add insult to his injury, every time I tried to talk to the officer the harrasser interrupted me. Which caused the officer to yell "shut up" at him over and over. It was quite fun to watch the officer put him in his place.

"See, you obviously don't respect women because you won't even let them talk to each other," I said.

The officer told me she would give the guy a summons. I left them on the corner and went about my merry way.

Submitted by Lauri

Stick to Reading on the Toilet Please, Gentlemen

I was on the 18.48 train from London Paddington to Reading on Saturday 23 September 2006. The train was full, and there was a guy sitting across from me "reading" a 'lads mag'. No, he wasn't sitting by the window and doing this discreetly, the creep had an aisle seat and was holding the magazine for the whole carriage to see! Can you believe it, most of the people sitting close to him were women, and kids could easily have walked past. At first I tried to ignore him, but as he was going through the magazine studying every single page carefully, he sometimes held it up close to his face. When he got to the the centrefold, he turned the magazine around and held it up again. What a sad, immature, sick weirdo. I don't know if he was actually enjoying offending all the women around him, or if he was so deranged to think that what he was doing was normal and acceptable.

As I was getting more and more pissed off and thinking about what I could do, just before my stop I remembered that I had my digital camera with me, so I took two pictures of him. The first without flash so that he wouldn't notice. But I needn't have worried, because when I took the second one with flash he didn't even look up from the magazine, he was so glued to it.

Submitted by Tanja

Smile, You're on HOLLABACK!

After meeting with a co-founder of HollaBack I was walking home and ecstatically explaining to a friend on my cell phone how well my interview went and how excited I was to get involved in the group. While deeply engaged in this phone conversation, this guy finds it appropriate to ask, or tell me "Hey baby, come hang out with us", ignoring the fact that I look 14 and he looks 70. While I've heard much more disturbing comments and usually blow this nonsense off, this guys body language was enough on its own as he tried stopping me in my tracks, literally. Quickly I said to my friend I'll call you back, knowing that I needed to get this pigs picture. Getting my camera ready, I turned back towards this guy and his friend and politely said "Just let me take your picture" to which he happily responded with this pose. "Thanks", I said, "HollaBack, H-o-l-l-a BACK. Check out your face on the website!" To this he sarcastically responded "Well come back so I can give you a better picture". I kept walking and with a smile and confidence this time for I knew he was confused and nervous, most likely wondering where his face was being posted and who would see it. Living in New York for more than five years and experiencing the most disturbing acts of harassment, I always walked away pissed off with the feeling of being violated and helpless or tried blowing it off while thinking to myself, 'don't let this guy get to you'. Now I don't have to! Now I can HOLLA BACK! and rightly so.

Submitted by Lisa (our newest member!)

Penis Spotting: October 11th on the R train

I was sitting on the R train on the two-seater where you can see directly outside of the window onto the platforms. At about 1:30pm, the train pulled into 34th street stop going downtown and I noticed a man directly outside of my window who kept looking inside of the train. He looked lost! So, I just kept on glancing around and minding my business…then I felt as though he was trying to get my attention; you can feel when someone is staring hard at you. So, I glance his way, and happen to notice something peculiar…well, his penis was zipped right out his pants and he started swinging it back and fourth with his jacket pockets. I froze! I didn’t know what to do, and it didn’t occur to me to take his photograph with my cell phone until the train started moving…and it was too late. I hope someone catches this pervert because it was a traumatizing experience!

Submitted by Jenni

Jerked Off On... Blaargh!

This was almost two years ago, because I was almost 3 months pregnant with my son. I was riding the 1 uptown at about 2pm the car was, as expected at that time, almost empty. I was having a really good day up until this car ride. Anyways, I dozed off between stops, and all of a sudden I wake up because I felt someone over me. I look up, see this guy, and thought he was going to rob me. Instead, he turns back towards me and his dick was totally out of his pants and he was laughing at me and jerking off. I screamed, "WTF is wrong with you!?" He had me sort of blocked into the corner of the car so I had to duck under his arm to get aways from him, getting really close to him in the process. I run to the other side of the car, screamed at him, started calling the cops, while screaming- and I realized... he is totally getting off on this right now. I sat down next to the only other girl on the train (who hadn't seen anything on the other end) and was still yelling about that guy. I saw her move away from me and reach into her purse and saw her pull a tissue out of her purse and she says, "I'm sorry." I looked down at my jeans and started crying hysterically. The guy had jizzed on my knee. This guy was young, not bad looking, wearing a nice leather jacket and pressed jeans with a clean haircut. The cops told me that these pervs come in all shapes, ages, sizes, incomes, and colors- people you'd never expect.

An added note: this is the 2nd of my 3 disgusting public masturbation stories. The first was on a greyhound bus, when I told off another passenger for harassing me he proceeded to jerk off under his shirt. And the third, an older man backed his car next to mine (so the drivers windows faced eachother) extremely close in an empty parking lot. This forced me to struggle between the two cars, which meant that there was no way I wouldn't notice him jerking off in the front seat of his car.

Yeah, I wish I had pictures from all of these events, but even more, I wish I had pepper spray.

Submitted by Nica

When a Classy Restaurant doesn't Yield Classy Patrons

This guy's real classy... he followed me and my friends into a nice restaurant on my friend's birthday. He was completely wasted and starts screaming "HEY. YA. HEY YOU. THOSE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL TITS. I MEAN, REALLY BEAUTIFUL. Don't be offended, I just love your fucking tits." The entire restaurant stopped eating. I thought my response was okay, considering I didn't blow up too much. I gave him a steely smile and said, "That's polite. Does that mean you want to pay for my meal, jackass?" He kept trying to talk to us for the rest of the night! This guy disgusts me, but I almost feel like putting his picture on the internet isn't even half as embarrassing as what he did to himself, acting like that big of an asshole in a public place. Saaaaay cheese!

Submitted by Emily

Subway Groper on the 6 Train

I was running late to work and jumped onto a 6 train at 86th street just before the doors were closing. A tall guy jumps in right behind me. The car was extremely crowded, almost no room to move whatsoever, but I was able to move a little further in to give the guy behind me some room. So we're riding and I feel something graze my butt, but as quickly as it happened it went away. I'm thinking to myself, that better not be his hand and I try and look down and see some form of a briefcase in his hand. The subway lurches and I feel something on my butt again, and this time it lasts a little longer so I move forward as much as I can, but there is a girl in front of me, a girl to the left of me, and a pole to the right of me, so there's really nowhere to go. The guy lets go but then puts his hand back on me (at this point I've figured out that it's not his briefcase, he is grabbing my butt instead of grabbing the pole right next to him). He mutters to me "excuse me" and takes his hand off. I am thinking to myself: Can this really be happening to me right now? What do I do? Do I scream at him? Do I wait it out? Do I shove him off of me?" We kept going like that until 51st street where I got off, thoroughly disgusted, him grabbing me and saying excuse me and me trying to pretend I wasn't in my body. I wish so much that I had said something to him or done something to end it, but I was paralyzed with fear. I know it sounds kind of stupid to just stand there and let it happen, but I was so scared of what he might do to me if I embarassed him or said something. Since that happened, I've told myself I will never let myself be a victim of Subway Groping again. I only wish I had known to take a picture of him! Fucking creep.

Submitted by Molly

Ringing in the New Year with Exhibit A: Creepy and Pathetic

I took a photo of these perves at New Years Eve in Sydney last year. We were helping a tourist from Argentina get to her New Years party and these perves were taking her photo on their camera phones. Then when she got off the train they went up to their mates on the upper level of the train and oggled her some more creepily on their phones. If you look carefully you can see us in the reflection of the window laughing at their pathetic ness and looking forward to putting them on the internet and telling everyone about how creepy and pathetic they are. Now that can happen! Yay!

Submitted by Shara

Karma: Street harassment has a new best friend

I live in the mountains in Southern California. There are a few hillbillies up here and some of these men are downright stupid. I was driving on a main road town. The speed limit is 35 MPH. I was trying to find a street on the left and slowed down to see the street sign. Nope that wasn't it, so I went on to the next street. By this time I had a good ol' boy on my tail. I could hear him yelling "move it ya fuckin cunt" and I hurriedly turned left onto my street, to get the hell out of his way.

As he drove on I turned my head to see him shaking his fist at me, yelling "I should fuckin kill you bitch" and as he was looking at me he rounded the blind curve.

Next thing I hear is a big crash. No brakes no nothing.

I didn't dare go to investigate, I was afraid that this guy might have a gun or just come over and beat me up. I checked the local alerts and it said "traffic collision, man in green truck bleeding".

He got what he deserved, I just hope no one else was hurt as well. Road rage at its finest.

Soho GROSS-O

What is it with me and bad men in Briton? So I’m there on business again and am having an Archers Aqua outside a bar on Poland Street and gossiping with some of the girls here when I notice that this guy in another group (we are outside as its one of those crowded places) and he’s giving me the eye – I'm not showing off except up top and I’m feeling confident - he's pretty cute but is drunk and swaying a bit. We carry on drinking and laughing and dancing around a bit outside because its that kind of place and he starts dancing closer with his back to me making these weird sounds like “ummmm…ummmmm.ungh unga..ungh” and thrusting his groin forward (away from me thankfully). I don’t think much of it and he seems more stupid than cute then, especially when he starts to rub his own butt in a nasty way and boogies over to his small group. As we get pushed closer to his group by the crowd I see he keeps looking right at me, leering and I catch bits of his drunken conversation in which he looks at me and mumbles something about a ‘hot carl’ and a ‘cleveland steamer’ and (most scary – I'm sure its about
me but couldn’t prove it) “I'll put that booty in a wheelchair like a batty boy” in between gross oogling. I come from quite a conservative background and I haven’t heard some of this stuff before I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable but am tipsy and am waiting for someone to call a cab. More people are leaving and this guy just keeps looking at me and I’m sure I he’s still rubbing his butt as he does this little dance. The cab pulls up - one of those VW vans as there are a bunch of us. I’m feeling happy – its been a good night overall with my local girlfriends – then this FREAK looks straight at me and says “I’d reckoned you'd come back to me gaff for a spot of ice docking” and keeps doing his butt dance mumbling “rimm it rimm me off batty bitches”. I have my camera phone with a zoom in my handbag and pull it out as we pull off – think I have the bastards face but all I got is this blur of him doing his butt dance pointing at himself.

We talk about it safe in the back of the cab and apparently these kind of guys are all over Soho. I ask the girls what those terms mean and it is the grossest, most degrading crap I have ever heard. It all involves faeces and is not funny – horrible and violating. I wanted to vomit when I thought about the ice docking. You think you wouldn’t run into poop obsessed street harassers that need to be put away in a nice part of London. I’m so angry…Yuck!

Submitted by Roxie

Now Taxi's aren't safe anymore either

Last night I was coming back from a bar in the west village around 1am, and thought I would take a taxi (to go home to Astoria) instead of the subway to be safer since it was late and I was alone. I should have taken the subway. The whole ride through Manhattan the driver was asking me if I had a boyfriend, what race of guy I prefer, stuff like that. I was thinking "what a fucking pervert" but just ignored him or answered his idiotic questions with one word answers, thinking if I acted not interested at all he would shut up and take me home so I could go to sleep.

Then on the bridge he starts getting deeper, asking questions like"how do you like sex", "do you like 69", shit like that. Then I started to think "I am so reporting this sicko once I get home". Then right after the 59st bridge he drives the car down some random street, PULLS OVER and tells me to come up front to see so he can show me his dick. As exciting as that sounds, I asked him to please just take me home. Then he keeps asking me to come up front, I quickly realized there's no way this guys taking me home. After I saw my life flash before my eyes, I grabbed my stuff, opened the door (luckily it was open) and ran. He got out of the car, caught up to me and grabbed my stuff saying I still owe him money and to get back in the car. So now we're basically fighting in the street, I'm yelling at him to give me back my stuff, he's telling me to get back in the car. I should have just ran and ditched my stuff, but I have a feeling he would have caught up with me anyway, him being in car and me on foot. I saw another cab go by and screamed for him to help me. Thank god he stopped and got out, and asked what the problem was. I told him this guy was trying to rape me, the guy told him I was trying to run away without paying. I was like yeah, like I'm going to get out in the middle of the ghetto nowhere near my house and run away to save $15. Finally I threw $40 at the pervert (so basically I paid way extra for some guy to sexually harass and assault me), he gave me my stuff, and the other dude took me home.

Right after the guy gave me my stuff I looked him the the eye and yelled "You think I'm fucking stupid, I got your medallion number, you just lost your job!" and then for an added effect screamed "xxxx" about 5 times. He drove off. I went home and called 911, told them his #, and said I want to press charges. I'm reporting him to every taxi commission I can find, the cab company, and plan to call the police station every day until they come up with a reason they can go arrest him. There is no way this guy hasn't done this before, so I'm hoping as long as one other person has reported him he's fucked. He is still out there as of now (apparently you cant be arrested unless you do actually rape someone) but I will not sleep until this sicko is not out driving a cab.


Submitted by Erin

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Street Harassment Makes its Debut in San Franciso Standup.

Listen here.

Submitted by Heather

Do you mind?

I was on my way home after an extremely long day when this creep decides to sit next to me on the train. I'm used to creeps leering at me, but this guy belongs on my top 5 worst. He slowly turns and leers at me, with his face only inches away. I could even feel his disgusting breath on me. After a few moments, he turns around, and I brush the whole thing off. A minute later, the creep leers again. This fucker repeats his leer-and-look-away act several times before my skin was crawling and I moved. He was still on the train when I got off, and luckily for me I had my camera, so I snapped his picture as he stupidly looked on.

Submitted by Cathy

I'm wearing fucking pants, asshole.

"I'm sorry, I just have to ask: Is that a Brazilian runway strip or natural?"

Submitted by Destiny

You know when you can feel men looking at your boobs?

This is what some of them look like. I got a nice round of:
"Oh my bellissima, oh baby..."

Submitted by Elizabeth

Obviously I'm hotter. Now shut up.

During that huge heat wave in early August, I succombed to that bizarre formal shorts fashion trend. I went out in my tweed formal shorts and black pumps. Around 9pm on a Tuesday night, I'm walking east on Astor Pl and a man in an MTA uniform (wearing the ugly uniform shorts) says to me "Hey baby! Who do you think looks better in shorts? Me or you?" At first I just rolled my eyes, and kept walking.

Then I remembered your site, got motivated to shut this fucker up and walked back to him. He greeted me with "oh...well then, you like shorts don't you?" I noticed the creep had on a ring of sorts and so I said to him. "How about you call your wife with that cell phone sticking out of your pocket and tell her how you feel about my shorts, huh?" He looked all confused and said "What?" I just responded with a "You heard me... And you look terrible in shorts. Maybe this will teach you a lesson."

He started to mumble something in his defense and I just decided he wasn't worth my time anymore, so I flipped him off and walked away.

Too bad I forgot to take a picture. His uniform did have some sort of MTA ID number on it after all. But thank you thank you thank you HollaBack NYC for teaching me to defend my body! Maybe my story will inspire some others to do the same.

Submitted by Julie.

New York Shitty

Like most unemployed people with art degrees, I have a hobby. This hobby is documenting the dog shit problem in my community: Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I even have a blog about it: www.newyorkshitty.com. Perhaps you have heard of it.

ANYWAY--- for reasons you can well imagine, this endeavor requires that I hit the streets (camera and notepad in hand) to follow-up shit tips from readers. And just over a week ago, I did just this. The area in question was Norman Avenue between Guernsey and Banker St. I was not disappointed. In fact, I got a little something extra, which I am sending to you.

These four assholes saw fit to stop loading materials onto a truck to wolf-call me. I paused for a moment, pulled out my camera and took a photo of them. Being the crack-journalist that I am, I even made a notation of the address on my notepad: 34 Norman Avenue. This act worried one of the workers; he peered around the corner as I continued my rounds and yelled something back to his cohorts (en Espanol).

If I were him, I’d keep my mouth (and fly shut)--- ESPECIALLY if a broad carrying a notepad and camera was snooping around my place of employment. Not very bright.

Submitted by Miss H

9:50 a.m.: Can I at least drink my coffee first?

This morning circa 9:50 am, I rode the 4/5 train to 86th St. Leaving 59th St., I saw a creepy guy in the doorway with his dick hanging all the way out! His bag was pulled to the side & he was looking confidentally casual, not like he was even prepared to adjust his bag quickly should he be caught. He had briefly stood opposite me back at Union Sq. & I wondered if he had it out when he was standing right in front of me!!! I calmly got off at 86th St. & easily reached the conductor. I simply pointed through the window to the next car.
"That man was exposing himself to me." He looked surprised, pointed to him and said "That man?"
"Yes."
He simply walked over to him between the cars, and the asshole was standing there w/his bag positioned in front of him and not even looking nervous. He probably even still had it out, covering it w/the shoulder bag.
The conductor returns with this look on his face that said: "Well, sorry but I don't see anything unusual..." And then, Mr. Dickhand ran out of the car because the genius conductor had left the doors open the whole time! I went to chase him, but said: "Wait, can you just call upstairs and tell the token booth person?!" And he says..."Well, he just ran off, and there's nothing I can do since he's already left the train..."
I never was able to find the slimy weasel again, but saw an NYPD van parked right there. They took my description and phone no., & asked me if I wanted to press charges if they found him. (Hell yeah!) The cops were actually really nice. The female officer actually said: "I'm sorry this happened to you..." The male officer was more aloof but still seemed vaguely concerned. And then they drove off to look for him! I went back downstairs thinking maybe he was somehow still lurking around the station, instead of running to street level. I told the token booth clerk: "A guy was exposing himself to me on the train...I told the police but thought maybe you want a description?"
She said: "Well did they call it in?"
I looked at her blankly because I didn't see them make any phone calls. Though they did seem on it.
"Yes?"
"Well they're handling it, something, something, blah.."
It was time to tune out and go to work.

niice shades

Perverted Asshat on the Telephone

Let me start by saying that I am a native of both Dublin and London. I am used to the leers and hoots of random perverted jackasses from pubs as they glug beer and watch the footie game on the television. But since I moved to New York City in July 2005, at the age of seventeen, I can honestly say I've encountered more lewd fuckwits in one thirteen mile long city in one year than you can shake a stick at.

My favourite has to be the asshole who phoned me the other day. I do not have caller ID (but you can be damn sure I'm having it installed ASAP, after this incident). Our conversation goes a bit like this:

*phone rings*
Me: Hello?
*panting and crashing from other end*
Me: Hello?
Random fuckwit: Hey, sexy.
Me: Who is this?
Random fuckwit: Your stallion. Rawr (I wish I could say I was joking)
Me: Stallions don't rawr. Who are you, and why are you phoning me?
Random fuckwit: *in ridiculous, downright embarassing attempt of a proper English accent: Are you British, mate?
Me: Yes, *mate*, and I'm about to hang up. Bye now.
Random fuckwit: Do you mind if I jack off?
Me: Be my guest. *slam phone down*

As much as I love being accosted by some asshat on the phone, I think I'd be an idiot if I didn't share this with the rest of the world. Enjoy, ladies, and keep yourselves safe. And Mr. Fuckwit, wherever you are: get a new hobby.

Submitted by Rory

Slime Attacks a Little Too Close to Home

He's the one on the phone.

He walked past as I was entering my building and said slimily, "Hey Gorgeous." Fuck you. Don't you think it scares me that you know where I live? Go fuck yourself.

Submitted by Julie

Street Harassers Beware

These ladies are armed with more than just cameras.

Union Square TeenMonsters Strike

So it's lunchtime and I thought I would take advantage of the beautiful day to eat lunch in Union Square Park. I was walking around, looking for a bench when I see a homeless man ahead of me, turning around in circles like he's confused. I walked by and he definitely turned, following me awkwardly. I kept moving, figuring he's just asking people for change, until I heard some disgusting, waste of space yelling "Grab her ass! Grab her ass!" I looked over and there was a huge group of teenagers, guys and girls, apparently ENCOURAGING THE TRANSIENT TO SEXUALLY ASSAULT WOMEN PASSING BY. They saw me looking at them and knew I had heard, which made them all laugh hysterically. Needless to say, my lunch was spoiled and I felt too disgusted to sit anywhere near these people, much less fish through my bag for my camera phone. Now I'm back in my office, eating lunch at my desk. I am so grossed out and furious about the whole thing that I can't even think straight. The guy didn't touch me, but I can't help but think the next girl in a skirt who walked by wasn't so lucky...

Submitted by Elizabeth

Dicks, dicks everywhere.

From our friends at New York Hack:

"This was when I really started to get scared as I thought he might be reaching for a gun. I already had the camera out and managed to take a shaky picture, thinking, "Fuck. Okay, I guess this is really it," but then I saw that, instead of a gun, he pulled out his dick. Unfortunately, my camera didn't capture it in all its shriveled glory."

To read the rest of the story, click here.

Nice suit

Walking around on 34th street in the middle of a weekday, this Mr. Man in Suit whispers, "Nice legs" as he walks by. Ew.

Two days later, my friend Anna says, "Nice legs," to which I responded, "Hey, thanks!"

Funny how the same words feel so different.

Submitted by Emily

“Which one of you am I going to RAPE first?”

18 years ago, my girlfriend and I were walking past Dolores Park in San Francisco late one night when some man walked up to us and said, “which one of you am I going to RAPE first?”

My girl is from England and she said “pardon?”, not really sure she heard him right. The asswipe repeated himself and I said to him “OH HELL NO MUTHAFUCKA!!”

It was crazy! My girl and I didn’t even have to look at each other to figure out what to do!! We pushed him back, knocked him off balance, kicked and punched him where we could…..girl, that jerk managed to run off screaming obsencities at us. Both of us were shaking with anger.

I am a middle aged woman now with 2 daughters. I am very proud we were able to handle that ass hole. I pray that our actions stopped him permanently. Women, please remember that YOU ARE POWERFUL!

HOLLABACK!!!

Even in Winter Clothes!!!

i am a photographer in nyc.
i was shooting at a studio by chelsea pier today when my client said they wanted some outside shots. the model, myself, and the art director walked no more than 50 ft from the building when the whistles and bullshit started up from a nearby construction site. the poor girl was wearing winter clothing in 100 degree weather and now she's got to put up with these clowns.
so i say something like "i don't bother you at your work, why do you have to make my job hard?" with that a few of the guys came closer asking me why i was getting nasty with them, they actually had the nerve to be pissed at me. my client grabbed me by the arm and told me to keep shooting. we finished up quickly and as we were leaving a van pulled up at a light with another asshole talking bout a great ass or some shit like that, so i spun and snapped his pic.
where the fuck do these guys get off doing this shit, don't they have daughters, mothers, sisters, or wives?

great site and i hope to see it blow up even though every single story makes me see fucking red.

keep snapping safely ladies, these are not men, they are pigs, show the world who they are.

submitted by eric v.

HollaBack goes to the Dirty South

En route to sunny North Carolina, we stop at an Eckard's for some oh-so-neccessary Diet Coke and Junior Mints. As I walk out, a hoard of riff-raff rolls by on skateboards. One particularly squirmy one said, "Hey baby, what's your name."

I heard them yell as the rolled out of sight, "Yo, that chick has a camera! Go, go!"

Submitted by Emily

No Vacation from Harassment

I recently returned from a trip to Turkey, where the people were, most of the time, charming and pleasant. Except for one, however.

I was at a mosque in Istanbul with my parents, and we were walking around the grounds. The mosque is on a hill, and I was standing on a ledge to get a better look of the city below. As I turned around to step off the ledge, I saw a young man with his camera cellphone out, taking a picture of me. I just walked away and joined my parents, thinking that there would be safety in numbers.

We were walking down a flight of stairs when the same young man slipped past me on my left, reached behind him, and grabbed my crotch.

Without even thinking, I punched him on the shoulder as hard as I could. My mom turned to me and said, "What did you do that for?" I told her that he grabbed me. He then had the audacity to walk past us one more time, which is when my mom and I glared at him and told him, "No." I then held eye contact with him and gave him the finger until he looked away.

I have been the object of visual and verbal harassment before, but I've never been groped and it left me shaken and feeling almost guilty, just for being female and somehow attracting that kind of attention.

Submitted by Tasha.

Rehoboth Beach Jerk

This jerk accosted me in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, but unfortunately there doesn't seem to be a Holla Back, Delaware. (Yet.)

I was out at a *very* crowded concert with a bunch of friends when this guy not only grabbed my ass, but actually did some kind of a slimy under-reach. It was awful. I knocked my elbow back so that I could immediately turn around and see who had done it. I then leaned over and told my friend, a kick-ass gal who immediately came over and got in the guy's face, and told him to get away from us. He actually refused to move! He said, "Why should I move? I've been here for an hour." She said, "You groped my friend, you need to get away from us now." He wouldn't deny the groping, but refused to move. It was so frustrating, and made us feel so vulnerable. Especially when we tried to appeal to others around us for help, and everyone stared at us blankly, like, "Well, what do you expect?"

Finally I remembered an article I'd read about Holla Back NYC, so I walked up to the guy and started snapping away! When he saw me coming he immediately turned away, but I tapped him on the arm, snapped a few, and yelled, "I'm putting you on the web!" He looked startled at that point, and I felt great. Thank you for creating this site!!! It changes everything to be able to turn the tables once in a while, even just a little.

Submitted by Bec.

Two Tales from Land of the Asshole

One:
My boyfriend and I were walking to his house after babysitting 6 little children that night. The parents got home around 12 and we ended up playing video games until 3 am.
Leavin their house and making our way across town to my boyfriends, a black small-thing of a truck pulled up beside us, full of American guys [3 I think.], clearly drunk.
One leaned out the window, the music turned down, shouted to me,
"Show us your vagina!" and started to laugh.
Givin them the finger as my boy and I rounded a corner, I shouted clam and clearly back ""only if you show me yours first."

Two:
My best friend from highschool and I were walking towards Tim Hortons for drinks. Being about 11 pm, and summer, a few kids I didn't know all stopped to sit in front of KFC, facing McDonalds. They were clearly drunk because each had their own bottle of beer.
As we walked past them, they asked us when McDonald's closed. But since I she was talking to me and I had my headphones on, we didn't hear them.
So they shouted back "fucking bitches. I only wanted to know what time!"
I whispered to my friend, "Unless you are going to act like Ashlee Simpson, then I don't reckon they's let you in."

Submitted by Reba .

Berkeley Harassment Take Two!

This happened to me in Berkeley... there are a lot of cat calls here. My neighbor said, "Well, that's what Berkeley is like." I say it's inappropriate no matter what city it is and Berkeley deserves a better reputation than that.

First off this guy was persistent. He was hanging out in front of my building by the Laundromat. Every girl that walked by he made a comment "Want to wrestle?" Then he mumbled something to me and I asked to repeat himself. He claimed he didn't say anything.

Later I was walking up the street he was walking in the same direction. He said "Hey sweetie..." I asked him to stop talking to me and that he was being disrespectful. He started a string of insults about my ass being fat and so on. So I took his picture and told him it would be on Hollaback. He didn't like it.

Submitted by Marlenee.

Spunk? Who Uses That Word Anyway?

On my way home from work, I jumped on the L train and took a seat next to a man trying to hog the space next to him by sitting with his legs spread. I don't go for that kind of crap, especially during rush hour. He made room for me, but he kept looking me over and I just knew he was going to say something. Here's how the exchange when down, by far the most heated and close quartered holla back yet:

Him: You have beautiful eyes.
I turn my head slowly and look him in the face.
Him: Your eyes? (he gestures to his own) They're beautiful.
Me: (slowly and forcefully) "I don't care what the fuck you think. I don't need your fucking compliments. So shut the fuck up."
He is absolutely astounded. "Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
Me: Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me at ALL?
Him: We're on the subway together--
Me: That doesn't give you the fucking right to talk to me.
Him: You don't have the right to talk to me like that. Maybe next time I'll say something derogatory. How bout that?
Me: Leave me the fuck alone.
Him: You need to watch the way you talk to me.
Me: Then why don't you quit talking to ME?
Him: No wonder New York is so shitty...
Me: Yeah, because it's got you in it.
Him: Oh, me? You're nothing but a white racist.
Me: I'm not racist. I'm not even white. And you're a sexist.
Him: Not white, oh, what are you then, orange?
Me: Now you're going to tell me what race I am? [I should have said, "Oh, we got an ethnographer here!"]

At this point it just turns into a stupid repetition of the first few exchanges. I finally just ignore him and go back to my book. He is still reveling from my decline of his compliment and the demand for privacy and peace... Finally, after a few minutes...
Him: (Shaking head) Well I will say this, you got spunk.
Me: Shhh. (keeps reading) [Should have said: If you ever have a daughter I hope "spunk" is enough to keep her from getting raped.]
Him: Did you hear me?

Nothing else is said, but he keeps making these mock astounded gestures and huffy noises. When I get off I make sure to look him right in the eyes one last time (how sexy am I now, fucker?), holding my head high and slightly squinting my eyes in contempt. I don't know
what washed over his face, surprise? fear? Well I'm not afraid of you, fucker. I'm not anything
you can wrap your tiny brain around, and I'll talk however I want. That's what you get when you try to assert your opinions on any given woman. And I'm not the only one who talks back, not by a long shot.

In retrospect, it really surprised me that he'd immediately jump to racism (I guess he was black,
maybe some Latino too?). Oh, because I responded angerly to his pathetic mack I *must* hate his race. I love that shit--a man alluding to equal rights. If I was a man he wouldn't have said a word to me. If there was true "equality" I would be granted the same silence and respect as a man. I will NEVER take my silence, broken by clumsy implications of my alleged "beauty," as a compliment. Never.

Submitted by Kate.

Gotcha!

I'm going to guess this guy wasn't from Berkeley.

I was waiting to cross the street as this truck waited to turn, and the guy in the passenger seat started making crude comments to me and my female friend.

"Sit on my lap and ride!"

I took out my phone and got this shot. He was flattered, at first.

"Hey, she's taking my picture!"

"Yeah, so I can post it online and tell everyone what an asshole you are."

Then he didn't look so flattered. He didn't have much to say after that, either.

Thanks, HollabackNYC!

Submitted by Anne.

If they don't know it's wrong, why do they cover their faces when we take their picture?

I have a lot of respect for some New York homeless guys. Many of them are very civil, even if you don't have money to give them. You can almost tell if the guy is really homeless or not by how he reacts to a simple "sorry, I haven't got anything." If he freaks out and starts sexually harassing you, he's probably just out begging because his wife won't let him back in the house.

Submitted by Kay.

I Like My Ass Too, But...

Walking up Madison Ave at 32nd Street, dude start walking right behind me and my friend.
"Nice, nice."
My friend and I ignore him.
"Niiice."
I turn around.
"What did you say?"
"I said I like your ass."
"Don't say stuff like that. I don't like it."
I take out my camera, he keeps grinning and being dumb. I take a picture but he turns his head.
So I take another one.
"Check out your picture online. HollaBackNYC!"

Tard.

Submitted by Anna.

Another Subway Creep

This "nice catch" found me at 42nd Street - Times Square. He followed me around the station from one platform to another. Then he got on the N with me and stayed on until I got off in Brooklyn. He then got off. I got on the R, and he didn't. I snapped his photo in case he did anything - and I have it saved. He kept telling me he loved me - over and over and over and making kissing noises and motions with his lips. What a creep he was. Several men told me that they had been watching him talk to me and making the kissing motions and sounds. They said that if he would have done anything, they would have been up. Thankfully, he didn't try anything.

Also, I had my 7 year old son with me. (That's part of his head in the side of the photo). So this man was behaving this way in front of MY CHILD!

Thanks again for this service you provide. I wish I had a photo of the first perv I met - who rubbed his penis against my leg!

Submitted by Brandy.

Creep's Reward

Working as a waitress, I put up with all sorts of crap from sleazebag men. Here is a prime example - luckily I had my camera/phone handy.

I could hear these two saying vulgar things and laughing as soon as they sat down.

Me: "What can I get you?"
Creep in the green hat: "How about you, sweetheart?"
Nauseating laughter.

So I gave them some of me - a big loogie at the bottom of their beers. Cheers, dickheads.

Submitted by Krystal.

Subway Flasher

He was on the D train July 7th. Got off on 9th Avenue in Brooklyn, be careful girls. He tried to get my attention by asking me for the time. I left to the other side of car.

Submitted by Jeanette.

Tell 'em, Sister!

I was walking down Nassau St. when an approaching man stops in his tracks and looks me up and down lasciviously.

"How are you doing? Hot enough for you?"

I stop, turn around to him and say "Don't mess with me today."

"I'm not messing with you."

I respond, "A lot of women don't like it when men they don't know approach
them. It's very scary and it's very rude."

He nods his head and smiles. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry."

-Julie

Bigots at NYC Pride

Yesterday I marched in the gay pride parade in NYC, what a blast that was! I felt so sexy all day dressed in a short dress, complete with garter and pink undies, strutting my stuff all over the streets of Manhattan. "Work it girl" and "fabulous" was all I heard all day, and each time it made me beam with pleasure and pride.

Unfortunately, as I was walking home from the night of dancing and fun, I walked by two thirty something white men standing outside a storefront. As if I could smell their chauvinism, I puffed up mychest and accentuated my strut, filled with the pride of the day. One of them called out, "put on some pants." I turned as I strode past them, giving the guy my middle finger in the most vulgar fashion I could while I met his gaze straight on. After working his jaw a few times he came up with a smugly comeback to my 'fuck you' - "You wish you could," he said.

There are only a few times when I remember my brain actually feeling like it was about to boil over, and this was one of them. I was so angry I think I would have fought him if he had dared. I stopped walking and turned my entire body about face to him and said, in my deep, natural voice, "Yeah, that's exactly what I want to do, fuck you in your bigoted ass. Yeah, I want to fuck you in your BIGOTED ass." I continued to stare at him for a few moments. It seemed that he was deciding whether to come after me. I'm not sure why he didn't - perhaps he could sense how angry I was, or maybe he had just then realized that smear the queer wouldn't quite work with me since I was definitely bigger than he was. It also probably helped that there were two other people near us on the sidewalk, one woman who nodded her head at me in support and another woman who scurried by, obviously freaked out by the entire situation.

I left the scene with my emotions still flaring, and wondering if I had done the right thing. I hope I gave him something to think about, being called a bigot to his face. That word was so powerful comingout my lips - the powerful truth, more powerful than any fist I think.

I had a second, less dramatic experience later that same night. Walking by the the south end of Tompkins Square park, a straight couple walked passed me. I heard the man hiss something like "fucking fags" as they walked by. "Shut up!" his girlfriend immediately said, in a tone of moral reprehension. Thank you sister, whoever you are, and I hope you let your boyfriend know that if he can't bear the site of a fag then isn't gonna be seeing you anymore either.

Yamina

Sleazy Texas 2

This guy was the king of all creeps.. I don't know how he even drove with his eyes glued to us. We finally had the unfortunate luck to pull directly behind him and I'm suprised he didn't rear end someone from looking in the rearview mirror non stop... those beady little eyes in that mirror. Made my skin crawl... All we wanted to do was go home after the Mavs game!

Submitted by Rachel.

Sleazy Texas 1

These fine young gentleman actually hung their heads out of the car like dogs while we drove by. My sister was terrified, but I was determined to catch up and snap a photos of these beauties. I love how there are like three of them...layer upon layer of perverseness.

Submitted by Rachel.

What A Sweet Dad/Happy Mother's Day

I teach art and literacy at an elementary school's after school program. The Friday before Mother's Day, loaded down with children's art supplies, I was walking towards the entrance of the school behind a man and his two very young daughters, who I asume were headed to pick up another child. Each little girl was carrying a pink heart-shaped Mother's Day balloon and the dad was carrying a large Mother's Day cake box. As I walked by the happy family, the dad leaned towards me and started to hiss, "Ooooh, lady, so sexy, oooo..." The juxtaposition was just so stunningly gross. Not wanting to make a scene in front of the kids I kept quiet, but I was thinking, "You kiss their mother with that mouth??"

Written by Nicole.

This guy made me WANT to get off the train at 42nd street...

I hopped on the downtown 6 train tonight at about 7:30. It was a very crowded car, and so of course everybody was bumping up against each other. There was an arm against my rear - or so I thought - so I moved up a couple of inches. Then, there it was again. And again. And again. Eventually I realized that it wasn't an arm at all - it was a hand that was getting friendlier and friendlier as the train moved from 51st to 42nd. I kept turning around to give him dirty looks, but I think he took that as an invitation! The more I glared, the more the hand stayed put. When we arrived at the next stop, I moved to the far end of the car and snapped these shots. Faces of the innocent have been blurred, of course.

Submitted by Jenny.

At New York City's barbeque festival this weekend, the guy in the yellow tee shirt came up to me—out of nowhere—and grabbed my chest, saying that his friend (the one in the orange polo) told him he'd pay him $100 if he did so. At first I laughed it off, but then got angry and realized that if he hadn't been a drunk frat guy, I would have gone straight to the police. Anyway, I did wind up getting him kicked out of the park, but I'd like to share this perv's photo with the world. Thanks!

Submitted by Rachel.

Predator Takes Bus

Brooklyn/Queens

While riding on the B61 bus, I sat down across from a guy who was staring hard at the ladies on the bus. It was so bad that at one point I felt like saying something to him. I ain't trying to knock a dude for staring but I've never seen anything quite like that before. I got on at Bedford and N7th and this guy was already on. When I got out at Manhattan Ave he was still riding going towards Queens. This motherfucka right here topped the cake. Cat calling, undressing a mom holding her son by the hand....He didn't hide the fact that he was a pervert because he started masturbating right then and there. I kid you not. That's when I decided to go up to him and snap a photo with my camera phone.

Ladies, be safe. This dude is a predator. Study his photo.

World Cup Ballbags - London Street Harassers

So I’m in London on business with some other girls from the office and I think it would be fun to dress up and go to a real pub and maybe meet a real Hugh Grant type (I know, not likely!).

On the way we pass these guys drinking in their front garden (which is full of flags for the soccer match) and they are giggling, belching and farting (yuck!!) cause they think that’s funny. One of them makes a noise like ‘Ooooo! Ooooo!’ as we go past but I rise above it.

After we have a few Breezers outside (and no Hugh Grants were in there!) and watch the silly soccer its time to go back to the hotel but I see this lanky guy in shades who was part of that group looking at us and making humping noises. Then I see he is actually grabbing his crotch quite violently and jumping up and down! He’s pretty drunk but I can just hear him shout stuff like ‘play with me mansack!’ and ‘Eat it!’.

That was it – time to Hollaback at this jerk! I put my cameraphone on max zoom from across the street and walked by pretending not to look but I caught him still grabbing and shouting about his ‘sack’. What a loser and it ruined my trip. At least I remembered I’m now empowered to Hollaback at asshats that can’t keep it to themselves!

Submitted by Roxanne.

Greenpoint Assclown

Bad: being awakened this morning by construction workers jack-hammering the shit out of the building next door.
Worse: going for a walk to get away from the NOISE and get hollered at by a(nother) construction worker who cannot control his 'nads.

Good thing I had my digital camera. Line up ladies, this one is a catch...

Written by Miss Heather.

Fighting Irish Women!

In a pub in Dublin, Ireland (where I'm from) and myself and some of my sassy friends are out having a bit of a girl's night. After much unsuccessful attempts to have a good time anywhere else, we went to our usual pub in the city centre. Walking down a few steps to the bar and some guy grabs my ass... so I caught his hand and put him up against the nearest post with my other hand on his throat and into his face asked what the hell he thought he was doing. He, the brave little hero he was denied it was his hand that had grabbed me - they always do that! So anyway, I shouted at him for a bit, then kindly let him go...

Later that same night, my friend was walking by a guy who put his hand up her skirt... so she boxed him in the face. His girlfriend saw all this and demanded the keys from him. He was sleeping in the rain that night.

Submitted by Ida.

Oh SNAP!

Downtown Portland transit center- waiting for a bus to get out to the other side of town for a job interview. Guy walks up behind me, lets out a wolf whistle. Walks around in front of me and says: "Lady, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful ass? It's beautiful, and so big!" (Mind you, I'm in pretty good shape, at 40-something. Not fat.) Having my ass scrutinized in public pissed me off. So I looked him in the face and said: "Not as big as the ass standing in front off me." Complete shock on his face, and he walked off muttering.

Yup, I'm a bitch. And I don't take it from anybody.

Submitted by Laura.

Street Harasser to Grandpa in 2.5 seconds

Walking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, "Nice, very nice. Sexy lady" as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla'ed "What did you say?" He took a pregnant pause, "You're a good girl. A good girl."

Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:

The candy was sugar-free.

- Emily

"Are You Wet for Me?"

Submitted by Christine.

So NOT Necessary!

This douchequake made kissy noises at me after eyeing me up and down for about a full minute AND seeing my look of disgust.

Written by Brianna.

King Leer

My friend and I were waiting for a table a restaurant bar, chatting, as we so often do, about yacht rock, when we observed this repellent exhibit. He was giving us the Atomic Super-Leer, which is a leer that goes beyond Gross Ogle and crosses over into Aggressive Scrutiny, in terms of both perviness and duration (this one lasted a full five minutes). This dude's leer was positively throbbing. A zombie-like sort of creepy entitlement oozed out of him, too, as though he didn't realize he was actually out in public staring at actual humans rather than crouching in a fetishy sweat over his home computer porn-delivery system. At the same time, since it was obvious there was a porn flick playing in his tiny brain, he also conveyed a crushing sense of inferiority. Thanks, Jackass. May your quiet desperation cripple you for life.

Submitted by Twisty.