The other day, it went too far. I was on my way to work and as I was going up the stairs at the Washington Red Line station, someone grabbed my arm. It felt like my heart jumped out of my chase. I immediately looked put my hand in a fist and looked at the dude. He stared at me waiting to say something. I can't remember he face but he smelled like an ashtray and had dreadlocks.
This was the first time I was physically touched by a stranger on the street. As small as this was, I felt so violated. I wanted to shower to scrub my skin clean.
Don't. Touch. Me.