The more i think about it, the more times i remember it happening, and i've done nothing more than just chalked it up to men being fuckers, and not done anything about it.
In Stratford Mall shopping centre, i was on my way out between sainsuries and the market stall when i guy actually grabbed my crotch. I was SO stunned i didn't react at first, i looked round and there was this guy, leering at me and winking. I felt sick and then instinct took over and my arm swung round to hit him on the head - not realising i had in that hand a bag with a brand new pair of new rocks in it. He was knocked to the floor, and security rushed in and nabbed me, he picked himself up and legged it.
I had to explain, through the tears, what happened, while he got away, and some woman came rushing up with her kids screaming at me 'why you hit him for? what he do? and seemed to have been under the impression he was my boyfriend (WTF?) and i'd abused him in public! The security guards were quite nie about it, but did seem to think it was pretty funny. I went home, changed, and came out again as i was going out to some club, and on my way to the station i got accosted again by two blokes who asked 'for a quick feel'. When i ignored, they asked again. 'Go on, g'is a feel. whassamater, is you a lesbian?'
I arrived at the club in tears angrily asking if i was wearing a flag, to be told by some male friends i should 'take it as a compliment' and 'you have to admit, your skirt is quite short and you do have nice boobs'
So what. I'm to wear no makeup, only trousers and have a boob reduction. Then it will stop?
I thought about adding some of my stories to the site, but the more i think about it, the more times o remember where i wish i'd fucking punched the bastard, and it's making me FULL of rage!!
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Date: 2007-06-04 02:04 pm (UTC)The more i think about it, the more times i remember it happening, and i've done nothing more than just chalked it up to men being fuckers, and not done anything about it.
In Stratford Mall shopping centre, i was on my way out between sainsuries and the market stall when i guy actually grabbed my crotch. I was SO stunned i didn't react at first, i looked round and there was this guy, leering at me and winking. I felt sick and then instinct took over and my arm swung round to hit him on the head - not realising i had in that hand a bag with a brand new pair of new rocks in it. He was knocked to the floor, and security rushed in and nabbed me, he picked himself up and legged it.
I had to explain, through the tears, what happened, while he got away, and some woman came rushing up with her kids screaming at me 'why you hit him for? what he do? and seemed to have been under the impression he was my boyfriend (WTF?) and i'd abused him in public! The security guards were quite nie about it, but did seem to think it was pretty funny. I went home, changed, and came out again as i was going out to some club, and on my way to the station i got accosted again by two blokes who asked 'for a quick feel'. When i ignored, they asked again. 'Go on, g'is a feel. whassamater, is you a lesbian?'
I arrived at the club in tears angrily asking if i was wearing a flag, to be told by some male friends i should 'take it as a compliment' and 'you have to admit, your skirt is quite short and you do have nice boobs'
So what. I'm to wear no makeup, only trousers and have a boob reduction. Then it will stop?
I thought about adding some of my stories to the site, but the more i think about it, the more times o remember where i wish i'd fucking punched the bastard, and it's making me FULL of rage!!