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Day, interrupted.

Waking back from Walgreens in broad daylight some ass hole came up right next to me on a bike and mentioned my skirt. Said I have a nice ass. I stopped to let him go ahead of me. Went around me and followed me back to Walgreens shouting “I like your big thighs, you know you have nice thick thighs? I love your pussy”

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Groped in public, repeatedly, by a group of guys at a downtown bar—Kelly’s story.

I was at a bar with friends last week. A group of guys were at the table over, very drunk, but for the most part keeping to themselves. As the night went on they started to creep into our space more and more. I did my best to ignore them. Until one of them GRABBED, not pinched, FULL ON, WHOLE PALM, FINGERS DIGGING INTO MY FLESH, GRABBED my ass.

I spun around, and SCREAMED “WHO TOUCHED ME?!” They all just looked at me, laughed, and then one of them GRABBED my right breast! I covered my right breast with my arms, before I could get a word out, he pinched my left breast! I covered my left breast with my arms, and then he grabbed my RIGHT breast, AGAIN! And of course, all his buddies were laughing like this was the funniest thing they had ever seen.

I was SHOCKED that this was REALLY happening! In PUBLIC! So, arms crossed, protecting both my breasts, I ran out of the bar.

My friends followed me outside and checked that I was OK. I was so shocked and felt so violated. I got into a cab and went straight home.

I should have filed a police report, or even just told the bar manager. But I was just so shaken, angry, and ashamed. I wish I had handled it better. :(

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What the?

As I navigated around piles of vomit this St. Patrick’s day, I found a side street for a bit of peace. Waiting for my friend, a witnessed a young man urinate on the side of a neighboring building. As he was urinating, he turned around showing me his genitals and winking at me. Both disgusting and scary.

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Inappropriate CTA Employee

I was on my way home after a long day of classes and volunteering. For context sake, it was two days before Valentine’s day. As I was walking toward the staircase at the 51st Green Line stop from the train, the male train conductor (a stranger) leaned out his window and asked me, “Are we still on for Valentine’s day?” To which I replied, “Pardon?” as if I had not heard him. He then repeated the question about a date on Valentine’s day. I glared at him and replied “nice try” while finally going down the stairs into the station. The conductor did not start moving the train again until I was out of site, meaning he was watching me walk away. It left me feeling very icky inside.

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I’m not here to please you.

I was traveling with my roommate to meet up with friends one night and we were waiting on the EL platform waiting for our train to come. While we were standing there waiting, a train traveling on the other side of the tracks came into the stop (Madison/Wabash). Directly across from where I was standing I could see two men in the train car. One looked at me, got his friend’s attention and pointed to me. They both started pointing, smiling, giving me the thumbs up, and saying words that I could not hear. One of the men then started to twirl his finger as if asking me to turn around (I’m assuming so they could look at my butt), while also saying something that (based on lip reading) looked to be the same. I tried to look away and ignore them but it was difficult. They kept asking me to spin for them and I shook my head no repeatedly, with an incredibly pissed off face on. They continued to ask me to spin and once I saw that their train doors were closed and the train was about to leave, I flipped them off. As their train took off, they made sad faces at me because I had not done what they wanted.

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New submission from phone app

I was waiting for the blue line train at California when a man at least twice my age in a Cubs jacket grabbed my hands and pulled me in for a kiss. I was able to push him away and he made a weird dismissive noise before walking off.

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My name is EMMA, not ‘babe’, nor ‘hon’.

I am at NIU, and this creep kept calling me ‘babe’ and ‘hon’. Nowhere on my birth certificate does it say those titles, and he is not my friend, nor is he my significant other. I don’t know him, but it was at Neptune hall. I holla back at that creep! My name is EMMA, not ‘babe’, nor ‘hon’.

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Stalked all the way home.

Two men stopped their car on the street and watched me walk to my home for almost two minutes.

One man stopped his car on the street and another man opened the passenger door, put his foot on the ground and began approaching me while yelling to me. I entered my house and locked the door. They drove away.

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