graphic by Robin Hoyt
Street harassment is a serious and multi-faceted social problem that makes women and people of other marginalized groups unsafe in public spaces. HollaBackBoston does not define street harassment but believes harmful power dynamics in society lie at the core of our inequality. We believe that building a safe world demands diverse international fronts of resistance. Dedicated to the city of Boston, we continue to reclaim public space by empowering everyone to “HOLLA BACK” at street harassers.
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Foreplay for Holla Back Project: Suspected Subway Pleasurer Arrested
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|Dear Online Pervert,|
Minding my own business on craigslist...guess what you proved? Public harassment happens everywhere!! Good thing there's an online blog to deal with jerks like you. When I ride the T, I have tried not to get pissed at weird guys staring at me. I have tried to downplay it, thinking that I'm being paranoid, even though it still made me uncomfortable - even made me move to other parts of the train. But NOW, now that you have also PROVEN how sick these men can be, I am no longer going to second guess myself; I am going to whip out my camera. You made a big mistake, asshole. The gig is up, for all you guys. You even appear to know that it's wrong, and yet you do it anyway? There's no excuse for this. And another thing, when a woman flips you off,
NO MEANS NO:
"So let's just get the embarrassing fact out on the table. Yes, I was staring at you on the Metro. Yes, to be more specific, at your taut, luscious breasts. True, I did pretend to drop my Blackberry so I could look up your skirt (and magenta is just about my favorite panty color!). And we can further stipulate that, at some point during my staring, I was, in fact, hard.
But there's so much more to me that you should know. I write poetry. I read to the elderly. I give to Amnesty International.
And I am incredible in the sack. Incredible.
Please, oh please fair Metro beauty, don't hold my lewdness against me. Yes, I undressed you with my eyes. And yes, in my fantasy I had you bent over the lap of the half-asleep old guy beside you, from which position I mercilessly diddled you to the shocked cries of our fellow passengers. I'm sorry it was so obvious. I knew I should have whacked off in the shower this morning.
But be that as it may, can't you give our love a chance? I'm willing to overlook the bird you shot me as you got off the Metro; can't you overlook my totally inappropriate boner? Isn't love worth it?"
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