secrethorsegirltommyshelby:nixtheoneandsecond: rudefemyukakoyamagishi: seven-of-borg: medusas-retrib
secrethorsegirltommyshelby:nixtheoneandsecond: rudefemyukakoyamagishi: seven-of-borg: medusas-retribution: persephones-rise: cautiousbookrebel: sevensneakyfoxes: thewriterchick: dealyndus: thentheysaidburnher: datarep: Age that women first noticed men were looking at them sexually by Teelo888 Girls don’t get childhood. They get girlhood. Because I don’t want to see any comments after this reblog on how it’s perfectly normal for boys to start noticing girls when they’re all going through puberty – this graph is based on women’s responses to an /r/AskReddit thread that specifically mention grown, adult men. I remember doing a shift at my work experience placement in a bookstore and some grown man (he was starting to grey around the beard) came up to me while I was stocking the shelves. He was asking if I always worked in the History section and I said no, I stock all over the store (duh?) and suddenly went from zero to a hundred by asking “What time do you get off work? Can I take you for coffee?” The feeling was instantaneous - hot and cold at the same time. Your stomach curdles and chills while your skin heats and feels like it’s melting away. My whole face turned red and all I wanted to do was vomit. “I am fourteen years old.” He looked embarrassed as hell. … And yet … “What? No, you can’t be.” “… BUT I AM. I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD.” “Bullshit, where’s your ID?” “SIR, the only ID she has is from her JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL.” My (male) manager had walked up behind me (he later said he heard me say my age the first time around and came running over). “She’s a minor. She doesn’t have to show you anything. Can I help you with something? Do you need help with a purchase?” The word ‘minor’ set this guy off and he started ranting about how I was leading him on. Another customer (probably in his 20s) overheard it all, looked at me and back at the guy, obviously determined that I was not in my twenties, sneered and went “Gross, dude” - which, yeah, but that set this creep off even more. My manager and another male employee ended up walking him out. I will fucking love that manager until the end of days for stepping in like that - but unfortunately nothing will take away that cold, gut wrenching feeling a young girl gets hit on by a man twice her age. I was fourteen, in the Bahamas on vacation, and a full-grown man tried to lure me away from the table where I was waiting for my mother who was in the washroom. I was timid and shy and had absolutely no idea what his motives were, but in retrospect, best case scenario, he wanted me to have sex with him. Don’t want to think about the worst case scenario. I looked mature for my age, but he ASKED ME MY AGE AND I TOLD HIM AND HE CONTINUED TO PURSUE IT. Thank the fucking lord my mother returned a minute later and had a fucking meltdown when she saw what was going on. If men want to complain about how they’re always seen as predators, this graph is a good fucking example of why most women do. I guarantee you that most women have one or two stories like this. !!!!!!!!!!!!! I was 15 working at my fast food job and a 40 something man offered me $100 to sleep with him I remember I was 11, barely starting puberty, when my mum told me it was time for me to start wearing a bra. Not because my newly budding breasts needed the support, but because she had noticed grown men staring at my chest when we were walking down the street. It was a hot summer day and I was wearing a tank top, like any other child my age would. Throughout my teens I was shamelessly hit on by grown men, most of whom were in their 40s. The sad part is that I noticed it happened less and less as I got older. It hit me really hard at first. I thought there was something wrong with me, that I was no longer beautiful and desirable. At 23, I realize now that it’s because I’m a woman, not a girl anymore. It’s not that I’m less beautiful, it’s because the naïve innocence that was once painted on my face is gone. Now I am jaded and “intimidating,” as many men have described. It wasn’t meant as a compliment, but I regard it as one of the greatest I’ve ever received. I was 13 and waiting in our car in a parking lot when a man sitting in the car parked next to mine started masturbating while staring at me I was 10 at a water park with friends and the Janitor cleaning the room next to ours kept trying to get me to tell him where I lived while looking me up and down all disgusting-like I was 9. I was following my big brother and his friends around the basement. One of his friends- when my brother and the other friend stepped outside for a moment- said he wanted to rape me. He was 17. I was 9.I was 11. I was trick or treating with some friends in one of their neighborhoods. I was the last up the stairs to this one house, and the last down. I was up there all alone. Very obviously a kid. Some guy that looked at least 55, probably more like 70, asked me my age. I said 11. He said “why, you’re far too sexy to be walking around dressed like that!” I went red, and bolted down the stairs and down the hill to my friends. I was 12. I was at a deli having lunch with my grandma after a violin lesson. I was working on a drawing when the guy with our food- who I later learned was 19- started hitting on me. He asked my age. Grandma told him I was 12. A few months later, I’m at the same place with some friends. One of them dares me to get his number. I say know. And she physically drags me. He gives me his number and my so called friend texts him from my phone. Same so called friend sent him pickup lines that evening (we were having a sleepover). I told him it was my friend, not me. He still kept flirting. Eventually he started sexting. The age difference can be massive or small. It doesn’t make it any less creepy, gross, or cruel. And it doesn’t make it hurt any less. I was 10. A clinician told me with perky tits and an ass like that I would surely win in the Eq ringI was 11. When a notable transwoman kept asking about my cup sizes.I was 12. A grown man sent a drink to me at a restaurant when I was with my mom.I was 13. When I was roofied, luckily I was saved by a couple of college girls who got me back to my camp. I was 14. When he said I could fuck him or he’d kill my girlfriend.I was 15, when a 24 year old decideded I would be a perfect sub. I was 16. The first time a man told me I could get “blow for blow” I was 17. When a grown man called me hysterical for requesting a female technician for a pelvic ultrasound. -- source link