Your Crotch Says Peace? My Cameraphone Says War.

At Bryant Park by 5th avenue between 41 and 40th street about 2 mins ago. This disgusting pervert waited for my eye contact and put a "peace" sign by his crotch. Dirty gross old man. Submitted by Emma

Astoria Stalker Stoops to New Low Between Cars

I was walking home at 12:30 at night on the corner of 23rd St and 30th Ave in Astoria, a man was standing on the corner. He said, "Hey baby, what's your name" and he kept darting in front of me and wouldn't let me walk past him and was trying to lunge at me and corner me into the fence. I started yelling for him to back off and get away from me and a car pulled up and that stopped him for a few seconds. I walked around him and started walking home and he was following me so I crossed the street and started walking in the middle of the road. He started running towards me so I ran out of his way and screamed "Get away from me!" over and over and he ran in front of me and crouched down and hid in between parked cars so that if I walked forward he could grab me. I ran the other way towards the hospital and called 911 while I was running. I could not file a police report because thankfully he didn't touch me and he didn't steal anything, but everyone in Astoria needs to watch out for perverts and predators like this creep. Submitted by Sarah

Think the MTA should post the anti-harassment ads? Email Doug.

According to Douglas Sussman, Director of Community Affairs, "the MTA is reconsidering the posting of these ads and we should have some announcement on this matter very soon. If I can be of assistance on any other matter, I can be reached at dsussman@mtahq.org." A nice little email to Doug remind him of your most recent subway horror story will help get these ads up and running.

You Have Some Dirt on your Face

Yesterday morning, as I was on my way to Brooklyn, I encountered a disgusting man with smirk in the Bowery Street J-M-Z train station. On the outside, he appeared as a normal middle age man. He was half bald with glasses and an ipod. When I first saw him, I thought his smirk was suspicious and thus ignored him by plugging in my own mp3 player. Before I knew it however, this man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me in perfect English, "Hi, are you going home? Are you Chinese?" I half- answered him, "uh..yea..no.." and he questioned again but this time in Chinese, "Do you go to school?" I ignored him, and as I was about to walk away, he placed his thumb on my left cheek and rubbed it saying "You have some dirt on your face." Of course, not liking that he's a complete stranger to me (and the fact that I don't have dirt on my face) I quickly knocked his hand out of my way, but before I knew it, he placed his hand on my left breast!! I was so disgusted by his behavior, I quickly shoved his hand away from me and told him in the bravest tone I can conjure, "DON'T TOUCH ME! F%@K OFF!" Unfortunately, because there was only one other guy around, who had his ipod on and was reading, this disgusting old man had the nerve to smile back at me! I was so appalled and disgusted by this man, I didn't even think about getting his picture, all I wanted to do was to get away from this pedophile. However, if I am to ever spot him again, I'll surely take his picture, and let the MTA booth guy know that there are sexual predators lurking in his very own station! Submitted by Hui

Beach Jerker

I was at beach over the weekend and realized I was once again the object of desire for some old man, probably someone’s grandfather. This goes on quite often, especially during early hours at the beach. A lot of women do not notice that it’s even going on. The pervs strategically place themselves a good distance away from others before going at it. Sometimes they pretend to be reading newspaper and put their hand underneath the paper. This guy was rubbing himself and when I looked at him he would stop moving. He actually thought I did not know what was going on. When you are closing your eyes to lay out and finally thinking that you can relax, take look around you. Chances are you probably have one of these pervs nearby. They also lay down on blankets and lay on their hand. I usually stand up, say something nasty, and take an obvious picture. They leave after that. Some look around as if they don’t know who you are speaking to. I’ve made a sport of this and it makes the time pass rather quickly. Submitted by Kismet

HollabackNYC writes an op-ed for the Daily News!

Check it out here.

Well-Dressed Dry Humper Haunts the 5 Train

I feel so violated and confused! This morning, I got on the 5 train at 14th Street, and the train was crowded, but I was running late for work, so I go on. Right before the doors closed, a large man pushed in and pushed another guy right into me. I was sandwiched between two people, a woman in the front and the guy who was being pushed by someone else. The train started moving, but then I felt something else moving on my ass. I figured it was just because the guy behind me was pushed into me, but it felt like he was rocking with the train. I started getting nervous and was trying to look around, hoping it wasn't his hand and him getting a rather rude feel. But then I realized he had one hand on the pole in front of me and was holding his briefcase with his other hand. Now I started to feel really violated cause I think he was pushing his crotch into my ass. I could not believe it!!!! This guy was dry humping me right on the train before work, right in the middle of a crowded subway! The fucking nerve of this guy! I feel so disgusted. At first I felt bad for this guy cause he was pushed by someone else, and then he took it upon himself to rub against me! I did not get a pic, but I was even more shocked as we both got off at 42nd St, and he was dressed rather nicely in a suit! I feel so confused, angry and guilty. Submitted by Melissa

Thumbs up on Stringer, Thumbs down on the MTA

One of HollabackNYC's street harassment heroes, Scott Stringer, has gone to bat for a better New York City again. After creating a report exposing the extent of street harassment and groping on the New York City subways, he decided to launch a subway ad campaign to create public awareness on the issue. (HollabackNYC has been pushing for this since 2005). Unfortunately, the MTA, the agency that seemingly never runs out of bad ideas, has decided that a public education campaign might actually encourage more lewd behavior. Um, right. Clearly it's too much education that's causes men to torment women for sport. To read the Post's article, click here. For Gothamist's article, click here.

Need Directions? The Police Precinct is Right Down the Street, Jerk.

One guy on the R Train has a subway map and pretends to be lost. He asked my friend I for directions and we both noticed his fly was down and he was exposing himself. We first thought it was accidental. We told him we didn't know how to get to where he was asking, so he then stood across from us leaning on the car doors and still exposing himself. Our stop was next and we got off. We were too appalled to snap a picture and we both were hoping it was an accident and he wasn't a perv. A couple weeks after this I was on the R Train by myself. I got up to get off at my stop and as I was stepping out I saw out of the corner of my eye the same guy in the next train doing the same gig with the map. I reached for my phone and went over to the car he was in, but I wasn't quick enough. I'm basically on a mission to catch this creep. Both times I saw him on the R train it was in the evening. Submitted by Danielle

Panty Peeper

The guy in the white shirt was standing against the stairwell in the most strategic of locations. As the ladies and their short skirts came down the stairs, he peeped. When we made it to the bottom of the steps my friend said loudly, "that man just looked up your skirt!" As we stared him down and took his picture he casually tried to pretend that he wasn't a serial panty peeper. This lucky lady on the left was spared by his vain attempt to save face, but I'm sure as we jumped on our train he resumed his sick tricks. Submitted by Emily and Jackie

"Mmmmm, mmmm" is what you say when you look at ice cream, not ladies.

There is a construction project going on down the street from my job. Everyday at noon, when my lunch hour rolls around, the construction workers take their lunch hour. One side of the street is closed off due to the construction work being done, so they sit on the other side of the street. Anytime a woman walks by, these slugs feel it necessary to make disgusting noises like "Mmmmm, mmmm", like they are enjoying a particularly tasty dessert. Then there's always the ever popular disgusting comments such as "Mmmm. I'd like to tap that". Let's not forget the creepy sandwich method. This is when two or more losers move in really close when a woman is walking by so that she is either forced to brush up against these vile, disgusting animals, or twist sideways to avoid them. Today I decided to try something new. Usually I either ignore them, walk three blocks out of my way to avoid them or tell them to go f themselves. I decided to call my dad thinking that maybe they would leave me alone if I was talking on the phone. Yeah, that might work. Of course it didn't work, and of course my dad yelled at me that I was overreacting. I had to deal with noises including quacking, (what is that anyway), and space invasion and stupid comments. I had had enough. When I got back to my office I decided to call the number that was on the side of the scaffolding and report these losers. I'm still angry because even if you aren't physically assaulted, it still feels like a violation, but at least I did something about it rather than just being angry. Submitted by Tina

Morning Rush Hour Masturbator

I ride the F train regularly. In the morning, there is a man who masturbates to unsuspecting women and girls. He takes advantage of the morning rush hour as well as the numerous nooks and stairwells of the East Broadway train station. I've been working up the courage to confront this guy for months and got to the point of staring him down which scares him away from me and I think the train station for a few days. This confirms my theory that his excitement is based on his victims being unaware of what he's doing. This morning on my way to work, I see him again. He approaches me (hand in his shorts) as I dig in my handbag for my iPhone. Finally I get it ready and snap his picture just as he's near me. Unfortunately he ducked behind a stairwell. By the time I get the second shot it's of his back as he calmly walked away. Submitted by Jenny