Dogwood Project

I would like to post this message on your blog.

Sexual harassment is around us everywhere we go and ignoring it will not make it go away. Neither will brushing it under a rug. Lawmakers and employers are not doing enough to stop this nauseating behavior so most incidents go unreported giving the harasser a false sense their behavior and harassment is acceptable. What is even worse is when someone actually does speak up and reports harassment they often face retaliatory actions from their harasser, employer and others. These retaliatory actions range from personal threats and stalking to the victim losing their job for reporting the behavior and legal actions against them. Feeling the need to help change these issues, I recently started a grass-roots non-profit organization (The Dogwood Project) that provides aid and support to individuals, both men and women alike, who have reported sexual harassment and now face retaliatory actions. I have also just created a facebook page for the organization -- http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=37558609042. Please come join us in the fight against sexual harassment and for women's rights!!

Thanks,

Lucky

Threatning Perv!

This incident happened in Mesa, AZ and Cali is the closest hollaback I can find, so here's the story..

I'm from Indiana and was living in Mesa temporarily with my boyfriend while attending classes. I was walking back from a string of classes, I was mentally exhausted, and I was dreading going to work that night. The college I went to was right across the street from my apartment complex, so I only had to walk about two blocks home... I crossed the busy street and my habit was to walk through the parking lot of a strip mall situated next to the apartments, then slip through a crudely fashioned "gate" someone had made by ripping out a few planks of the fence. As I am walking into the parking lot, some guy with his window down on the road is like "Hey giiiiirl!" I sometimes laugh these off by yelling "hey" back, which I did, and dismissively raising my hand. I continue walking, only to find that he has pulled into the parking lot and is idling not far off, and he says "Watchu doin?" and I say, "Going home from class and going to work!" briskly. Continue walking. Then, he cuts me off with his car, trapping me awkwardly between the passenger door and an abandoned fast food building. This is where I feel like crapping my pants. I walk around the front of his car to continue walking and he proceeds to ask me where I live, who am I going home to, and if I want to exchange numbers and "hang out" later. I say, "NO, I have a boyfriend" and he asks "Why does that matter? We're just going to hang out." And I say, "No thanks my boyfriend wouldn't like that.." He proceeds to ask me for my number, ask why we can't hang out, to which I promptly yell "Goodday Sir!" and run around the FRONT of the apartment complex so he can't see me entering.

FUCKING CREEP