"Walking Home" by Nuala Cabral
I get so tired of that shit. The worst was when I was wearing one of my favorite dresses waiting for the streetcar to come and some homeless-looking dude was masturbating through his pocket and staring at me. Everyone else at the bus stop pretended not to notice, and I did the same, but made sure to avoid going near him when when the streetcar arrived. I don't think I've ever had anyone touch me since my stupid male classmates middle school, though. That will get someone cussed out once I buy my Swiss Army knife with the large serrated blade.