Over the past two years, I’ve lived in six cities in two states — Arizona, New York — and the District of Columbia. And one of the first things I always notice about each new place is the street harassment.
Manhattan and Brooklyn were rough. During my first week of work in Manhattan, a tall man in a coat said “good morning, baby” to me as he masturbated. Calls of “hey baby” were almost as common as “good morning.” In Phoenix, I got harassed in my car during rush hour gridlock with honks, “heys” and sexually explicit gestures. And during my first month interning with NPR in Washington, D.C., I was honked at, leered at, “hey baby'ed” and, once, even followed to work.
Queria poder dizer pra você que sempre estarei ao seu lado, mas não posso. Quero voar sozinho; procurar um novo rumo; conhecer pessoas; conhecer lugares; quero me aventurar, me arriscar; aproveitar um pouco a vida e a liberdade que ela nos proporciona. Talvez um dia eu volte, mas peço que não me espere.