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Don't touch me

10/13/2016

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I am so tired of men thinking it is okay to catcall me as I go about my life in Chicago. 

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. 
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