Constant Harassment – “I can’t take it”
While walking back from the bank, I was leered at, honked at, and cat called by three different vehicles; one after the other. One man leant out of the car, looked me in the eyes and smiles while he gesticulated what he wanted me to do to him. I shouted after the van to leave me alone, and cried on the walk home. I burst into tears when I reached my desk; something like this happens more than once every week – last week a man pressed his crotch into me as I stood on a bus on Brixton. I can’t take it.