I was waiting on a bus stop in the morning, on my way to work. There was one man sitting at the other end of the bench. After a couple of minutes, he leans over to me and mumbles something. I thought he might be asking, “Do you know what time it is” or “Has the number 20 bus gone by yet,” so I said, “Excuse me?” and he repeated his earlier remark, “My nuts is sweating,” with a leering smile.
On another occasion, I was walking down the same street, in the middle of the afternoon, drinking from a straw. A middle-aged man going the other way down the sidewalk says to me as he passes, “Man, I wish I was that straw.”
Then there was the time I was driving to Tulsa, Oklahoma, with a female friend. As we’re going down the highway (rural area, so there were very few cars), another car pulls alongside us and starts keeping pace with our car. We look over to see the male driver vigorously masturbating while glancing over to make sure we see what he’s doing. We try speeding up, slowing down, but he continues to adjust his speed (of his car, not his hand) to remain next to our car. Again, rural highway, hardly any other cars around and no nearby exits; this was also in the days before cell phones, so calling 911 wasn’t an option.
There have been plenty more instances, but you get the idea.
– Anonymous
Location: The bus stop incident was in St. Louis, Missouri on Delmar Blvd. at the intersection of DeBaliviere. The straw incident also occurred on Delmar, just west of Skinker.
Share your street harassment story for the blog.
