i forgot that i got whistled at/catcalled at least four times in the past three days

and when i say i forgot it’s more like i’ve become able to (more or less) ignore it outwardly

u don’t really forget

it still affects you internally

i wonder what the professor who wrote that blog would say about the guys that chase my friends and i up the hill screaming rape threats at us every time they get the chance.

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omg ive heard that song so many times but never knew what it was about

mmhmm yea i just found it out this morning too, i searched it on youtube and turns out that the part after “makes a guy go” is a whistling sound and it’s not once but like… thrice per chorus. it makes me feel so uncomfortable because it’s something i’m really iffy about and honestly makes me feel uneasy about walking alone outside;;

so i just tumblr saviour ‘daisy dukes’ and hope none passes through the mighty TS haha;;

my sister and i just got wolf-whistled at FOUR times by the same group of men

we were wearing baggy jumpers, leggings and training shoes, and walking dogs, nothing remotely sexual. not to mention my sister is TWELVE YEARS OLD.

do i have to fucking staple a sign to my chest saying “I DONT APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS/NOISES TOWARDS ME” on it????? holy fucking shit, im so sick of this happening. cant go anywhere without being scared by stupid fucking dickholes.

omfg it’s bad enough when one guy hollers at me when I walk to class, but when a bunch of guys in a group catcall at me, I literally want to scream.

I KNOW YOU MIGHT THINK IT’S FLATTERING AND ALL BUT I LEGITIMATELY FEEL SCARED. AND IF I WASN’T SCARED, I’D BE OFFENDED. 

i just got called a four-eyed cunt in the street by a hulking, angry man i did not know *thumbs up* fun time

Having to always fear for my safety at night is really getting fucking old. Im sick of feeling I have a limit of half a day to be out and about. Im a damn film student running around location to location with no money and a dying phone. I need to be able to feel safe walking home. I’ve been thinking up an attack free route with different strategies this whole 50+ minute train trip home. Blah. Patriarchy you’re killin’ me.

TW: Street harrassment, underage

I was just thinking about how I tell a certain story about street harassment that happened about a decade ago, now. The story’s under the cut, but I was thinking that every time I tell this story, I add in an aside, “I mean, I was 12, but I looked older.”

Saying that I ‘looked older’ than 12 does not in any way excuse or explain someone else’s behavior. It’s like saying, ‘Well, he didn’t mean to sexually harass a 12yo child,’ when the fact is that he harassed one. And how much older could I have fucking looked? maybe 15? Not legal by any stretch of the imagination. Every time I tell this story, I promise myself I won’t mention my looks next time, and then I still fucking do. It’s ingrained and it’s infuriating.

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