Thigh Time for Intervention (22/F)

I was on the skytrain last week, going home after a long day at school, when this man came and sat down beside me. I didn’t want to be rude so I took out a headphone and talked to him. He looked at me throughout the conversation as though he was trying to imagine me naked, and at one point I found his hand creeping its way onto my thigh. I firmly picked it up and placed it back in his lap and then continued to talk – this seemed safer than having an actual spoken confrontation. This was the first (and only, so far) physical harassment I’ve experienced on transit.

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