A man grabs me by the shoulder and rubs me to indicate he wants to move in front, he then patiently stands behind the man in front of me to waiting the song to end to ask to get past.

Anyway, I’m not confrontational, but when my friend pointing this out to me I was absolutely infuriated. On my way down to have a ciggie about 10 minutes later, as I pass him he does that thing where a guy will stop walking and stare as their gaze follows you. Of course, he didn’t stare at my face, apparently staring at my tits was more appropriately degrading… and then WINKED AT ME. At this point I lost it. I absolutely lost it. I was so angry not that he should be creepy, that’s a problem for another time, but that he should dare to wear that shirt as some sort of twisted fake justification for his actions, or to provoke people.  I yelled at him, something along the lines of “do whatever you want, be as gross as you want, just don’t you fucking dare wear that shirt and devalue and invalidate everything every feminist has ever fought for”. One of his friends put his arms out between us as if I were about to punch him, told me to calm down. Feminist-my-arse-piece-of-shit-man? He just laughed, didn’t try to apologise, didn’t so much as give me any words, he just laughed. I stormed off down the stairs, people around me stood confused, I bumped into my housemate and her friend on the stairs who I suspect might’ve called security on him (I was too scared to because I didn’t think I would be taken seriously and was pretty worked up and didn’t want to get kicked out myself), as he wasn’t there when I went back upstairs about 15mins later.

I was about to leave with my friends when a guy grabbed my wrists and ordered me not to leave until I hooked up with him. Pulling away, I said that I wasn't interested but he kept persisting. I even desperately told him that I have a boyfriend, which I hate doing because I shouldn't have to explain myself after I've said 'no'. He tried to convince me that because someone else who had a boyfriend hooked up with him last week, then I should too. I had to snatch my hands away and run out of the club to get away from him. 

I was there with two friends, and an older man and his friend were circling the crowd obviously only there to perv on women. He approached myself and one of the friends, and we both ignored him. Our other friend was in a far more inebriated state (um, still not her fault) and when he tried dancing with her and touching her she wasn’t as confident in fending him off. We tried telling him to go away, but of course it wasn’t until another young man told him to go away that he actually took it seriously (ughhhh, although thanks to that guy). I’m not sure why we didn’t grab security to be honest, most likely because he slipped into the crowd and we couldn’t find him but really annoyed i let him get away with it. Not an uncommon sight at Yah Yah’s, and probably not the last time he was seen there either

I was 18 and having an afternoon bev with two friends when the usual Cheap Tuesday crowd rolled in and filled the venue. 3 men of a similar age joined our table and tried to engage in conversation to which we politely responded. One guy points at me and to my friend goes 'she's got great tits hey?'. When I then asked him to leave our table, he pretended to fumble and threw his full pint of cider all over me. I told some nearby male acquaintances of mine and they said it must have been an accident because they've met that guy before and he's 'a good bloke'

A man pulls my hair out of the streamlined for efficient reduced sweat dancing bun on top of my head and uses my pain/displeasure as an attempt at an introduction. I ignore him. He pulls my hair again. I ask him to leave me alone. He taps me on the shoulder. I walk away. He follows. I walk away. He follows. I leave the fucking club because I’m sick of being hounded by some gross gacked dude who doesn’t understand boundaries or social cues. 

3. A man comes over and puts his arm around my shoulder asking me if I’m a ‘techno babe’. He calls me a slut when I push his arm off me and tell him I’m here for the music not his conversation.