Behold: an old man with legs spread open, gun cocked tight, touching himself over his pants and eyes staring apathetically at me. My long skirt and turtleneck concealed breasts was not masking this man’s perverted imagination.
I looked at him with no emotion, because I knew if I would show my feathers being ruffled by his public lewdness, it would only make him harder. Completely sickened, I took a picture of him straightforwardly so he would know. I was at a local coffee shop working on pieces for my upcoming art show that was going to be displayed in the upcoming months.
I ended up drawing the man, exactly how he was sitting, with his penis erupting through his pants and displayed it at that coffee shop two months later with the following description:
This thing, this salacious slithering snake, with legs spread out, physically cocking at me. Licking my turtleneck, concealed breasts with eyes hiding behind glasses blurred from a glare that came from no where and a mustache magnifying its lusting actions. No such thing shall trespass my civil liberty to sit in a coffee shop, and must I add it was the middle of winter, I was dressed in sweaters from head to toe! What shame, people would have put me to blame if it would have been July. This sexual harassing man, please be aware of him and don’t hesitate to call upon his lustful endeavors; like a child he will runaway, if done in a mother to son reprimand.
It felt so good to display this sadistic behavior that threatened me in that same place. However, revenge was the sweetest when I received a picture of the public lewder sitting in front of the painting of himself one morning, from an employer.
Caution: Don’t public lewd or the next one will be you.
– Greta
Location: Normal, IL
