When I was 15, I was walking about 500 meters from a concert venue (around 11 p.m.) with my friend towards my friend’s parent’s car, when a group of middle-aged men, who I believe were drunk, began to follow us, leering at us. We picked up the pace and ignored them. They then started shouting comments about my ‘sexy arse’ in those ‘tight and sexy’ jeans I was wearing (my friend was wearing a knee length dress).

Upon hearing no response, the slurs became progressively worse, culminating in them screaming vulgarities about wanting to have anal sex with me. Although it was not my first experience of street harassment, it is certainly the one that has been embedded in my mind.

- Anonymous

Location: Manchester, UK

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