• Emily Misura

I know I'm writing this after the fact, but figured I'd document it anyway since it happened on Monday and I had the idea on Tuesday to make a blog rather than whine on Facebook.

I was walked around Lake Eola looking for shiny Magikarp (why are they impossible to find) and had gotten to the area with the flags. It is almost directly across from the Disney Amphitheater. I usually like this part since it's shady and there are always a ton of swans out and about.

**Let me just interject really quickly that I HATE when people torment the swans. They step all up in their business like a street fight is about to go down and wonder why they get snapped at. Idiots. I particularly like the black swans. ANYWAY**

I was going to catch this high level Bulbasaur when this dude randomly sidles up behind me and goes loudly, "You're the best thing I've seen out here." I didn't know he was talking to me at first since I hadn't made eye contact (and know now not to), but he then came a bit closer and started rambling: "The swans hate me. The other people hate me. I'm not liked by anyone." I kind of smiled nervously, since I couldn't tell what his deal was. He wasn't exactly being rude or anything, just a little forward. He also wasn't picking up on any social cues. He was a mid 20s white male, chunkier, blonde, glasses, and wore an Orange County Volunteers shirt. I figured at this point he must not be homeless, just mildly unkempt. Since I had looked up at this point, he proceeded, now that he had gotten my attention: "It's not often you see someone so beautiful walking around the lake. What are the chances I'd run into you?" At this point I was getting a weird vibe, so I sort of laughed in a get-the-fuck-away-from-me-you're-being-very-forward-also-I'm-a-cat way and then continued to walk around the back side of the lake. He kept talking as he walked away, though he didn't say anything nasty to or about me. It was just a little unnerving and creepy.

I wore a grey dress with a black collar and sleeve caps with black pants (yes, it is the summer. Yes, I also hate my legs. And really like socks); I had on black glasses, no makeup, hair down. Maybe I can try seeing these interactions as positive, but for now I'll just document it all- positive or not. 

  • Emily Misura

Since this is my first blog of this flavour, I'll give anyone who cares some background. I figured it would be interesting as both a writer and a feminist to document how I am not, in fact, asking to be sexually harassed at any point during my day, but constantly am. I intend to document these occurrences the day that they happen, with detail regarding the men who harass me. This includes talking about their race, appearance, and general tone. It is not meant to make SJWs freak out, but merely to indicate that men of all types feel the need to partake in such pathetic and threatening behaviour. I know not everyone would engage or react the ways I do, hence why I said it's a documentation of MY experiences. TRIGGER ALERT: You've been warned.

I work in downtown Orlando and often take walks during my lunch break, mostly to Pokemon and get vitamin D. I typically only take a half hour every day unless I can join a raid or need to do something besides reminisce about childhood while remaining a completely nerdy, 27 year old gamer. I had walked around Lake Eola yesterday and was talked to there, but I'll post that more-normal-but-not-completely-appropriate story later. Today, I decided to take my old walk up Church before turning onto Orange. 

Everything was fine until I went to The Heart of the Community marker, which happens to be on the corner of the library. Every local Orlandonian knows that outside of the downtown library hang a lot of weirdos. Some can't help it, and others are just rude ass clowns looking to make people (mostly women) uncomfortable. I often see homeless people there and try to avoid that area altogether since once, in broad daylight, I was followed by two men when coming back from a similar walk. I try to avoid that spot entirely now. Either way, I decided to do a raid at this monument though there were a few men around the bus stop. There are usually men and women at the stop, so I didn't see it as any big deal. Two AA women were walking and taking pictures of the flags. I sat down in the shade to do a raid, and immediately began: 



I assumed they were shouting at the two women, who turned around and said something along the lines of, "Can't even take a picture? That's nasty," to the men at the bus stop. Both men were AA, late 20's. One wore baggy jeans and a white shirt, the other wore what looked like a polo and non-ass-revealing jeans. The women promptly left, and I figured I would continue walking since I had finished the raid. I got up to go and sort of hid myself behind the light pole, at which point I heard a loud whistle and an "OK!" I crossed the street.

Upon getting to the other side of the street, a black car stopped at the light. It looked somewhat cheaply sporty, as if the person driving it was trying too hard at everything in life. A young Hispanic male, probably not even old enough to drink, rolled down the window and started shouting random things at me: 


I stopped walking and turned to the car. There was someone in the passenger side but I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman. (Who am I kidding, it was probably a man.) I shouted back calmly, "Did you need something?" At this point, he must have found it just HYSTERICAL that someone would engage with his absolutely laughable attempt to cat call so he started laughing and rolling up the window. At this point, I flicked him off, to which I heard an audible "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," as if me being annoyed by this interaction was unjustified. An AA man who was walking towards me then proceeded to join into the ordeal by remarking, "That's what happens when you're a pretty woman." I remarked back, "People are so stupid," and proceeded back to the office. I don't think by chiming in he meant it in a creepy way, and I didn't take it a such. The cheap-looking-"sports"-car-driving loser then turned up his music really loudly, which I assume is his fail safe dick suck move when he blows it by actually talking to someone with a vagina. The windows were rattled, much in the same way I was. 

As part of this new blogging concept, I figured I would include a picture of me on the days that people shout at me like a taxi. Below is the picture. NOT THAT MY OUTFIT JUSTIFIES ANYTHING, but I am wearing black pants, a long sleeve blouse (found on sale at Guess, holla), glasses, no makeup, and black classic Tom's. I also haven't washed my hair in three days, so there's that. 

- The Human Taxi

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