I was walking home in the middle of the afternoon, on the edge of my neighborhood. From across the street, a man was walking in the opposite direction, and I heard the words, “Oooh blonde chick, I’d like to put a stick right up your ass.”
There was no one else in sight, and since I wasn’t even on the same side of the street, I don’t think he even wanted me to have the opportunity to defend myself. He just wanted me to hear it, wanted the satisfaction of knowing he infected my thoughts, that he had control over a single moment in my life, enough to ruin it with ugliness.
– Anonymous
Location: 18th and Walnut, Boulder, CO
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