A topic I haven't written much about on JotB but annoys me to no end is street harassment. It's just one of those things that gets me all hot and bothered but I can't ever remember to post about. Probably because it happens at least once every freaking day so it just starts to blend in with the background.

I once had a police officer follow me for several feet muttering sweet nothings to me. Isn't it great to know that the people who are supposed to be protecting me from street harassment just admire me too much to do so? Then there was the day a while back when a lovely gentleman said he'd give me a ride home from the train station if I fucked him good. What a sweetheart, right?! Summer is the least fun, of course, because heat and nice weather makes me want to wear skirts and dresses, but it also makes other men want to see me in skirts and dresses. So they can stare and comment even more. Gotta love that self-control!

Yea, so if I posted about all of the obnoxious street harassment I witness first- or second-hand, at least I'd never be without a blog post! Others have been posting about it lately, like Female Impersonator. Racialicious also posted about what it's like to have your body treated as public property.

But, really, what are we to do? We have to keep living our lives, right? How do we do that if we can't even get from home to work without being bothered?

There is some relief and support out there. Holla Back NYC is awesome because they encourage you to share your stories and take pictures of your harassers and send them in to post for others to see. There are other chapters too like in DC and Connecticut. There's also The Street Harassment Project.

How do you women respond to street harassment? But what I'm even more curious about -- how do you men respond to street harassment you witness or even experience?


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