Twice when I was 20 I had been touched inappropriately. Once standing in line at a convenience store the man in front of me reached behind himself and attempted to rub my crotch. I was really embarrassed and afraid. I just put my stuff down and left the store. A few months later I was in a very uncrowded theater, maybe 5 people in a theater that seated several hundred. A man sitting in the theater, came down my row and sat right next to me. Because the theater was not very full, I had centered myself in what I felt was the best seat in the house, so I was not surprised that someone else might want to sit there. I was surprised when the man sat right next to me.
As soon as he sat down I got a rush of adrenaline and I was very scared. I just looked ahead and tried to ignore him because I just didn't know what to do. Less than a minute after he sat down, he then placed his hand right on my thigh. I was absolutely terrified. I just grabbed his hand and moved it back to his lap and I said "I don't think so". Then he got up and went back to where he was sitting. I left the theater and kept looking behind me to make sure he was not following me.
Funny, I have not thought about that in a long time. I remember at the time worrying that I was giving signals to other men without realizing it. I thought it was related to my transsexuality, but was not sure how, since I was not attracted to men. That was a time in my life where I was really considering coming out of the closet, but living in Houston, with no support, I just couldn't see how I could. I didn't know at the time that Houston had what was at the time, the second largest gay community, only behind San Francisco.
All in all, they were not good experiences and I never told anyone because I was embarrassed. I knew if I told my friends or brothers I would be made fun of. I also didn't want to do anything that might start making anyone wonder why men were hitting on me.
Love always,
Elizabeth