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I am a mid-40’s longtime transgender female and have had many horrible instances of harassment, assault, and stalking. One in particular was very disturbing: in October 2013 I was harassed, assaulted and groped at a bus stop in broad daylight by three twenty-somethings. At first they thought I was a cisgender female and were ogling me and making lewd remarks that I chose to ignore. I positioned myself so that the bus shelter was between me and them. I was looking in my purse for bus change when one came over and made a lewd comment about my ass. I told him to leave me alone and he then realized I was transgender, at which point their “macho sensibilities” kicked in and they began hurling transphobic insults at me. Next thing I knew, one had his arm around my neck and was groping my breasts, and another tries to pull down my capri pants saying “what the f— you got in there DUDE”. They were all laughing and continuing with transphobic sexual remarks while I screamed and tried to fight them off. An old lady across the street yelled and of course they all took off up Discovery yelling transphobic and sexual profanities and laughing. I then flagged down a Saanich cop car and gave a report to them. The two cops were younger fellows and didn’t seem to take me seriously, despite my obvious state of physical and psychological distress. The two cops even looked at each other and rolled their eyes, and after taking my statement just got in their car and drove away. They didn’t even ask if I needed medical or psychological help… they just went on their merry way! I called the Saanich police department the next day for follow up and THEY HAD NO RECORD OF IT!!!!! SANNICH POLICE ARE INSENSITIVE IDIOTS and just as guilty as those three creeps as far as I’m concerned….I still have nightmares about that event and am scared of groups of similar looking guys….
I was walking to Habit coffee shop today at about 8:30pm when I started getting harassed by a drunk guy. He was being really creepy and kept yelling comments about how I look and telling me that I should go hang out with him and all this shit. When I ignored him, he got increasingly aggressive. I told him to “fuck off” and he tried to turn it around by calling me a rich asshole who’s “too good to hang out with street people” and all this shit. He was being extremely verbally aggressive until the second I got inside the coffee shop. I’m pretty sure he kept yelling at me from outside actually. It made me feel really uncomfortable and unsafe. I am a young female-bodied person in a very vulnerable period of my life. This sucked.
I was walking alone in broad daylight along Blanchard towards Yates when I noticed 3 men in about their mid-20s walking towards me. They were talking amongst themselves and laughing while watching me approach. This put me on alert. The guy closest to me started leering at me and, as he got closer, my crotch specifically. I became aware that his arm had stopped swinging with his gait and sure enough, as they walked past me he reached over to grab my pubic area. Sheer instinct made me swiftly bring my arm up, knocking his hand away. At the same time I jumped out of his reach. They laughed and kept walking. I felt grateful that something in me reacted in this automatic manner. At the same time, though, I felt disgusted at the audacity of this guy who felt entitled to grab at my body. I felt shaken and violated.
I was walking home from downtown a few days ago and had a guy yell “Hey, baby!” at me as I walked by. I knew it was coming because I could see him looking at me in that way that makes you want to become temporarily invisible just so you can for once avoid the stupid comment you know is coming your way. I know it’s not being called a slut or necessarily something sexually explicit but the sentiment behind his words: that I am an object for his gaze, that I am ‘on show’ when I am in public (sorry for not staying in the kitchen where I belong…NOT! This moment brought to you by Borat) honestly made me want to deck the guy. I was wearing nice jeans and a black blazer with minimal makeup and my hair in a ponytail not exactly your typical “come hither” man catching outfit (not that clothing choice should take away your personhood or be taken an implied consent!). Then he yelled at me again when I had passed him and was a few meters up the street. I did absolutely nothing about it. I thought to myself well what’s the point? It’s not that big a deal. But I was absolutely furious. Furious that he felt compelled to objectify me for no goddamn reason. Furious that he called after me again when I didn’t respond the first time because what-I owe him my attention?! The fact that today women cannot walk down the street in public without being treated as though they and their bodies are public property for all to objectify makes me so furious. The fact that my immediate thoughts were: ignore it, keep walking, head held high, makes me think about the type of culture that would instill in any of its citizens the knee-jerk reaction to accept abuse of any sort. I want to say something next time. I want to say something that makes the guy think about the careless and ignorant way he has acted or better introduce him to how it feels to not be able to walk down the street with an expectation of dignity. If anyone has any suggestions of quick snappy comebacks I would love to hear them!
I was walking up Yates street and swerved to avoid a group of guys. They seemed to be between the age of 30-40, and I got the impression they had been drinking because I could smell booze and they were talking really loudly. The guy closest to me whistled at me, and I glared at him. He then yelled out “spicy dyke!” once I had my back turned.
I was walking home from an appointment when a man started commenting on these two young women who I happened to be walking near. He was only about a foot behind them and said something like “Hey, I really like this!” while pointing at the backs of their skirts, and “You two don’t mind if I do this, right?” while very obviously staring at their bodies. I was really worried that he would try to physically assault them as he was very close to them. The two women said nothing, but began to walk faster. He tried to say something else and they stopped walking started looking at their phones; it seemed very clear to me that they were trying to make him go away by ignoring him.
I could feel my heart racing because I knew I was going to say something. I said, “Hey, I don’t think they’re interested in talking to you”. He replied “Oohhh, I’m sorry” in a very serious tone. He seemed to suddenly be taking me seriously, even though he had ignored their obvious attempts to get him to leave them alone. He then proceeded to try and defend his actions and one of the women looked at me, smiled, and said quite loudly “Thank you”.
They stayed together and me and the guy kept going in the same direction. There were fewer shops open and I was looking for some safety in case I needed to duck in somewhere. Eventually he said, “I wasn’t trying to do anything”. I didn’t feel safe enough to challenge him but what I wanted to say was, “Dude, it doesn’t matter what you think your intentions were. Those two women were just walking down the street. NO ONE WANTS YOUR OPINION”. Instead I just said, “That’s cool”.
It was 10:30pm at night, and my friend was walking me to the #6 bus stop on Quadra in front of the First Metropolitan United church. We were standing on the stairs, and a car with a bunch of loud people drove up to the intersection. All of a sudden, my friend and I heard one of the people in the car yell “She wants to get fucked!”; I was quite enraged at the assumption. I shouted back at the top of my lungs “No, she does not!”, and the person replied with “I…I didn’t mean it literally, I mean.. uh”.
I admit the situation could have been handled better but there wasn’t much I could do in the sleep-deprived state I was in. I certainly hope they got the message. Judging by their reaction, I think it may have gotten across.
Yesterday I witnessed a man pull a woman by her hand and then grab her purse and drag her by it. Her purse strap broke and he walked off while calling her a “no-good cunt”. I crossed the street and asked if she was alright. She was crying. I asked if I could do anything for her. She said ‘no’ and then hugged me and thanked me. I told her to “not put up with that shit” and we parted ways. I wanted to tell her to “leave the asshole”, but I didn’t. I wanted to go yell at the guy, but I didn’t want to make things worse for her and invade her agency. Does anyone have any thoughts on the best way to help a woman in that situation? Maybe I did the right thing? Maybe I could have called the police, but she might have not pressed charges, gone home with him and been beaten worse. I also wanted to offer her a night at my place, but didn’t. I would appreciate any advice on how I could respond to seeing an incident like that.
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