It took another woman speaking about her experience at the opera to jog my memory. When I started to think about whether or not I was a #MeToo, I did not even remember these incidents. We are supposed to learn to consider this behavior as well, if not normal, anyway, not such a big deal. That was the last time I walked the trail. I told the guard at the museum who said, “We have called the police more than once, but he always cries, and they let him go.” On a trail I had walked many times with my dogs near Lafionas in Lesbos, coming around a bend, I encountered a young farmer, who as soon as he saw me, pulled out his penis and urinated against a fence. There was a man who from the basement apartment a few doors up from the Cycladic Museum pressed his erect penis against the window. I coded this behavior as part of the background of my life. I learned to stay clear of men in cars on the streets of Athens at night after seeing things I did not want to see more than once in their hands. I told the guard, but when the police came, he was gone. When I was looking for the cave of the Furies on the Acropolis Hill in Athens, a man followed me waving his penis. I never walked carefree in that park again. A few years later, I crossed paths with a man who had his penis out on my favorite walk in the hills of Alum Rock Park in San Jose. I learned to move whenever a man was near me in the theater, but I never told the ticket seller. In my 20s at the early showing of movies in New York City men would sit next to me and jerk off into paper bags. Fast forward to the beautiful gardens of the Palace Schoenbrunn in Vienna where I was confronted by a penis while lost in thought when I was 19. I told or we told, but the man was not reported by the adults.
What I remember is seeing a man with his pants down sitting on a park bench, possibly the first time I ever saw an adult man’s penis. I was about 11, I may have wandered away from the group, or I may have been with others. The first time occurred at a park around dusk during an outing with a group of girls.
#KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS SERIES#
Last week while responding to a comment on my blog, I suddenly remembered a series of incidents in which men I did not know exposed themselves to me in public places.
Trigger warning: this post describes sexual abuse Please Keep It in Your Pants by Carol P. Christ Home › abuse › Please Keep It in Your Pants by Carol P. Christ
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