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Today as I was going up the stairs exiting the subway when I got home from work, a guy touched my ass. It really upset me. It fucking sucked. I felt really powerless - like, it wasn't a pinch or anything so i felt like he could claim it was an accident - cos it was more like he brushed against me. Except that he had just paused on the landing, and I thought he was just waiting for someone or adjusting his shoe or whatever, so I went in front of him and he immediately started up right behind me. So then afterwards I felt stupid, too, like I shouldn't have let him do that.
I just stopped short and made him go in front of me the rest of the way, but I wish I'd done something else. His pants were, like, around his knees so I thought about just hooking a belt loop and pulling them down. But I thought that would just cause more trouble than it was worth. I should have said something, though. I wish my first reaction had been to shout something.
As I said in an IM conversation earlier, it's so sickening. I was wearing a skirt, therefore he thinks he has the right to touch me. I wasn't in any danger, there were lots of people around, so it's not like I really felt threatened, and I certainly wasn't physically injured. It just left me feeling vulnerable and used for his creepy desires and disgusted and just shaken.
::sigh:: Thanks for trying to ruin my week, fucker.
Hopefully I'll bounce back, I wanna do something fun on Sunday. 80s pop songs were very helpful, as was the magnificence of Nikola Tesla. I will probably write more about him in the near future. He's like Shackleton if Shackleton was evil and a mad scientist who invented electromagnetism. By which I mean he's a historical figure who is larger than life and stranger than fiction.
Ugh. Shit. I hate the feeling that this guy thought my body was his to touch. Maybe it doesn't seem like a big deal, or maybe people have this happen to them all the time (I hope not) but it doesn't happen to me often and it sucks. And shouldn't happen.
I just stopped short and made him go in front of me the rest of the way, but I wish I'd done something else. His pants were, like, around his knees so I thought about just hooking a belt loop and pulling them down. But I thought that would just cause more trouble than it was worth. I should have said something, though. I wish my first reaction had been to shout something.
As I said in an IM conversation earlier, it's so sickening. I was wearing a skirt, therefore he thinks he has the right to touch me. I wasn't in any danger, there were lots of people around, so it's not like I really felt threatened, and I certainly wasn't physically injured. It just left me feeling vulnerable and used for his creepy desires and disgusted and just shaken.
::sigh:: Thanks for trying to ruin my week, fucker.
Hopefully I'll bounce back, I wanna do something fun on Sunday. 80s pop songs were very helpful, as was the magnificence of Nikola Tesla. I will probably write more about him in the near future. He's like Shackleton if Shackleton was evil and a mad scientist who invented electromagnetism. By which I mean he's a historical figure who is larger than life and stranger than fiction.
Ugh. Shit. I hate the feeling that this guy thought my body was his to touch. Maybe it doesn't seem like a big deal, or maybe people have this happen to them all the time (I hope not) but it doesn't happen to me often and it sucks. And shouldn't happen.
