So, a guy hit on me a few nights ago when I was walking home from a late night of hanging out with some girlfriends.
He used a lure, which made me a little worried that he's a habitual predator. So I called the cops to report his presence. I don't think he did anything wrong, I didn't actually feel threatened (I was walking up a steep hill at twice his speed, and he was huffing and puffing), but if he's habitual, the cops would recognize his MO. Sadly, I don't have the police non-emergency line in my phone, so I called 911.
Of course, I have bad reception on that hill, so 911 couldn't hear me. So I called back. Still fuzz.
Minutes later, a police dispatcher from the next town over called me back. I told him the story. He didn't really seem to believe me or take me seriously. He didn't understand why I was calling to report the incident. He said that he didn't understand why I felt like the dude was making advances on me. At that point, I told him that I'm a femme-presenting transgender person. Suddenly, he got really interested in what happened, in my safety, etc.
Minutes later, a police dispatcher from my town called me back. I told her the story. She also don't really believe me or take me seriously. She kept asking me if he had tried to hit me, (I'd said that he was trying to hit on me) and I kept saying "no, I think he was going to make sexual advances." Eventually, I told her that I'm a femme-presenting transgender person. Suddenly, she got really interested in what happened, in my safey, etc. She started asking me rather pointed questions, including "Are you usually walking around this late at night?" (it was about 2am) Fortunately, static cut us off and she didn't call me back. I swear, the next question was going to be about what I was wearing.
When I got home, there was a police cruiser waiting in front of my house. He hadn't heard from either dispatch, so I told him the story. He was nice, kind, understanding. He recognized that I was just being a good citizen by reporting suspicious behavior... he had the benefit of seeing me in a dress, so he understood immediately what I meant when I thought that somebody was hitting on me.
So, this is really interesting to me. Twice in a row, I had people read me as male and invalidate my experience. When I told them that I was transgender, their entire attitude changed. Both times, it was like night and day: The first dispatcher seemed to be satisfied that I didn't feel threatened. But the second dispatcher had started asking me questions that were edging towards victim-blame.
I live in a pretty progressive area. The cops around here are good to professional, white transgender folk like myself. But apparently, they're useless to men who are victims of sexual harassment.