Walking at night alone
unfamiliar route.
Twice.
It happens twice.
A car
(a guy car)
stops.
It stops
right there:
right next to me.
First time:
hoon car; tinted windows,
music pounds, engine throbs —
disembodied laughter.
I walk on, faster
and a tween
(peering back)
runs past.
Second time:
two men.
They pull over stare directly
at me — say nothing.
No one’s around, so I
speed up, veer off
and after a loaded pause,
they leave.
Why?
And why
isn’t it safe
to be a woman?
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Hard-hitting one, Cathrin. I do hope that Transport & Co can make some changes on this, but it will only be in so few places. This is what freaks me out in the bush – not nature, cars full of men showing off to each other. I used to love going to Strickland but I’ve had a few uneasy visits.
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Yes thanks Lisa…these actually happened on my daily exercise walk one day, both on the same walk, nothing like it before or since, but I definitely made sure not to walk after dark for quite some time after that! And now I only do so on my most familiar streets, where I know a lot of people who live there. Let’s walk together soon!
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😞 micro aggression’s, every time I leave the house into the city.
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Ugh
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How to suppress stupidity. it must start at very young age, at home, at school, on screen. if that wasn’t effective: best take electric pulse apparatus used to move pigs… (poor pigs, the real ones)
all the best, Drager
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