A Call for Groping Stories
Over the next few weeks, this blog will be obsessed with groping. And I’m hoping to collect as many perspectives as possible on inappropriate touching in Washington, D.C., from the District’s men, women, bouncers, and bar owners. Have you been groped in a bar, on the street, at work, in public transportation? Have you helped prevent, stop, report, or prosecute a groping incident? Have you groped? Shoot me an e-mail at ahess@washingtoncitypaper.com.
Photo via 少佐, Creative Commons Attribution License 2.0
10:03 am
I met a great love of my life when she groped me in the Big Hunt. She later stalked me. She was one aggressive chick. Anyway, we went out for almost three years – it was love, big-time love, true love. Sigh.
12:24 pm
I’ve been groped a few times in gay bars. These are invariably alcohol related situations. I’ve decided that a clever comment would be to say “No, No, No. When meeting people you are supposed to shake their HANDS first.” However, I am sure my attempt at wit would go for nothing since I am fairly sure the individuals were in a blackout and wouldn’t recall it the next day.
Now I have made out in a bar before. I forget if there was any groping involved. If there was, it was just tacky, not non-consensual. I suppose tacky qualifies as ‘inappropriate touching’.