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The Nameless Newton

I’m a 13 y/o trans boy. Twice in my life that on my walks, someone in a car yells at me in a masculine and conscending way (probably think i’m an adult woman, I look old for my age) I don’t know what this means, I get that feeling that these people want to rape me. Speaking of my name, I’m fickle and therefore very confused. I’ve had the names Tyler, Fredrik and Niall before, none of which i like. I like the names Evan and William but it’s hard getting accustomed to a name, I’ve chanhed my name a billion times anyway.


I’ve just been for a run. On my way back I stopped at the shop and bought some milk. Didn’t have a bag so was carrying it. Crossed at a pedestrian crossing. The man in the car who had to stop to allow me to cross started beeping his horn at me and shouting out of his window “Can I have some milk, baby, can I have some milk?” and laughing. I looked back and stared at him with a disgusted look which made him laugh even more. Really wanted to confront him but was scared of the consequences just in case he turned nasty. Noted his registration plate but realistically am not going to report it. A women with a young girl crossed the road at the same time as me so great that a young child witnessed this behaviour too. I have noticed that I get accosted more frequently when I am in sports gear. What he said wasn’t actually offensive but I’m absolutely fuming that I have been made to feel intimidated.


I bought a new car last year and I was so excited as it was my first brand-new car. I did my research and chose the make and model that suited my needs, but I was a bit nervous so I asked my dad to come to the garage with me to make sure everything was okay. In the end Dad stayed quiet through most of my dealings with the salesman and said afterwards that I didn’t really need him there and I did fine on my own. (He’s a great dad!) I picked up the car a few weeks later and the same salesman was there to give me the keys. He asked where my dad was and I told him Dad was at work – I was a bit confused as to why he was asking as I don’t remember them particularly hitting it off when they met before. The salesman suddenly looked worried and said he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for me to drive the car away by myself. I felt so patronised – I’ve have had my license for almost ten years and drive on my own all the time for work. I pointed out to him that I had done fine when I test-drove the car before, and he reluctantly agreed, but it really annoyed me that I had to persuade him to hand over the keys to the car I had already paid for just because I didn’t have a man there to ‘look after me’. I drove my new car out of their car park as perfectly as I could just to prove a point.


While crossing the road to meet a friend for lunch I continued down a small path towards the tube station. Headphones in, I jump when a man in his twenties who can’t be much older than me taps on my shoulder. Pulling out my headphones I look around to see if I’ve dropped something and he is being lovely and letting me know. No, this man proceeds to tell me I am ‘the most beautiful THING he has ever seen, that he had let me cross the road at the crossing and had HAD TO park his car, jump out and chase me down this path to tell me this.’ Thoroughly creeped out I grimace/smiled and said thank you, making to walk away. “No, no, do you have a boyfriend I want your number” he asked urgently. I replied, “I actually have a fiance, of 8 years, I’ve just come from our shared house, so yes I am with someone, and I don’t think he or I would be okay with giving you my number.” Never ready to give up our knight in rusted armour proclaimed “but he aint your husband yet is he?” He then proceeded to pull my hand/mobile which was unlocked and put his number in my phone. I did nothing, frozen in shock and confusion. He then rang his number from my phone and put himself as a contact and mine in his. He said he would text me later that day.. When horrified and seeking female support I text my friends following him sauntering back to his car. What did my friends say? “Yep, guys are getting smarter, they prank call your phones now to make sure you aren’t giving them a fake one, we just now have to have a block list as long as our arms.” This event took place, midday in the UK in London.


Me: *Comes out of flat building at 6:45am to go to work* Builders: “All right sexy? Fancy a fuck? Me: *Walking with headphones in proceeds to ignore and walk on* Builders: Okay take it your way you fucking bitch faced cunting whore. Me in my head: ..its 6:45am. OR Me: *Waiting for bus to leave work, traffic is rammed and cars are crawling by me* Strange man in passenger seat: *Makes variety of compliments to me.* Me: *Has headphones in, ignores and continues to wait for bus.* Strange man in passenger seat: *Once car is opposite me, proceeds to lean out of said car and grab my forearm, pulling me towards the car before break in traffic and car speeds off.* Following this incident I was incredibly shaken, he had almost pulled me into his car while I just waited for a bus, that same day a random man decided to try and hug me at 6pm in the evening UK while I walked home. Not sure what was in the water that day but it was horrible.


Out running, streets aren’t so light. Car beeps for the fun of it as they drive past you. Then circles the area and comes back for another beep. When will we leave this behind?


There are two entries into a petrol station near my home, one from the north and the other from the west. I drove into the western access, which has a somewhat faded painted arrow clearly showing it as a valid point of entry. When I stopped at the petrol pump, a man of my age said something to another man at an adjacent pump. When I opened my car door I overheard their comments about “stupid bitch” and “clueless’. So I said: do you have something you want to tell me?, and walked towards the man who I heard use the word bitch. He said: “that is the exit, that is the exit, don’t use it” I replied: “what the fuck are you talking about? it is not!” He then started screaming at me: “you fucking bitch, you bitch, don’t know how to drive, you useless bitch” I thought that he would either hit me or splash petrol over me. But I knew that if I backed down or cried I would be giving in to his bullshit. So I stepped closer and said in my most assertive voice: “wow, what an amazing fucking world you live in where you never make any mistakes. not one little mistake. well, forgive me for being human, but I make mistakes. but then again I am not like you, Mr fucking perfect.” His face was changing colour to purple, and I knew that if there was not a car between us, he would hit me. I was shaking, enraged and afraid but I knew I had to stay in that petrol station and use the pump as if nothing had happened. It took me longer than usual to open the petrol cap on my car, and pump the gas. I turned my back on him, concentrating on my task. I saw him walk by and enter the shop to pay. He stayed there a while, talking to the attendant, but eventually came out, slammed his car door and drove off in a huff. The relief left me weak. When I went inside to pay, the attendant did not meet my eye or say anything like good afternoon or have a nice day. Clearly I had violated the rules of knowing my place. I know I left my anger take over and should not have used the word fuck. I know, too, that I did not behave as he expected. I stood up for myself. And I also still watch other drivers using that same entrance / access every day without incident, and I wonder why those two men felt it necessary to verbally insult a total stranger for a perfectly normal bit of behaviour. The only conclusion I can draw is that their sexism looks for every opportunity to assert itself. And on that afternoon, I just happened to be the woman that they needed to call a stupid bitch in order to make their fragile selves feel better.


My Mum and I were, walking down the road outside my house to the shops when suddenly we were hit by (we think) water, turned round to see a car with some guy leaning out of the widow laughing at us. we were both furious and upset all the way to the shop and on our way back, constantly worried that either something else was going to happen or that they were going to come back…