A few months ago, while visiting a friend in Washington, DC, I was alone at the National Gallery of Art. I was examining a painting, deep in thought, when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. Okay, someone had personal space issues. They were probably from another country, where personal space is not a huge issue. I can deal with that. Then I felt something hard on my lower back. I knew immediately it was that asshole's dick.
I moved forward. So did he. I went to the next painting, so did he. And he quickly returned to the same position. I exited that room and went to one with a rather nasty looking guard. So did he. And, well, you can guess where he decided to stand. The guard did nothing, even though I know he saw it, considering we were the only two people in the room.
I was terrified.
And I was fucking pissed as hell.
Disgusting. No one wants your nasty dick rubbing against them. Nasty jerk.
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2 comments:
I would have turned around and given that guy a swift knee to the groin.
I think this is a great idea for a blog, but I wonder if anybody went to the authorities or anything? Granted I'm a guy, but if someone did that to me at a museum and the guard ignored it, I'd go find the guard's boss immediately and raise a big stink. Even if the guard didn't ignore it, I'd still talk to the manager or whoever, especially on the Metro.
Obviously it's probably so shocking that it's hard to think about what to do next, but I think making the authorities know about this, as well as raising awareness (like this blog is doing) are the best ways to stop it
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