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There is a difference between looking and leering
I rather like being "creeped on". I don't understand how it's a big deal?
I mostly work out in tight Lycra. I'm getting bulked/ ripped precisely so that people will look at me.
I see no problem at all?
I rather like being "creeped on". I don't understand how it's a big deal?
I mostly work out in tight Lycra. I'm getting bulked/ ripped precisely so that people will look at me.
I see no problem at all?
Try being 100 pound 5'1" female for a day, that is, one who'd have trouble fending off a teenage boy, and then get back to me. You may not see a problem or feel intimidated by these men but I sure do.
Creepy leering dudes who continue to find themselves in my orbit are a giant red flag and potentially represent all the horror stories that women hear about throughout their lives in regards to their sex. They bring me stress and fear and have me scanning my surroundings when making my way to my car.
It brings to mind that scary scene/revelation by Lecter in Silence of the Lambs ...
Hannibal Lecter: "First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?"
Clarice Starling: "He kills women... "
Hannibal Lecter: "No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?"
Clarice Starling: "Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, sir..."
Hannibal Lecter: "No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now."
Clarice Starling: "No. We just..."
Hannibal Lecter: "No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?"
That scene gives me chills and it sometimes comes to mind when my creep radar is going off because some weirdo is following me about and keeping me in his sights. I think, "he's coveting with his eyes ... is that all he wants?"
It's unnerving in itself, also very rude, but it's not just about being eyed by some stranger for females, it's the implications, the unknown, the what ifs, that scare us. Only a very naive and foolish girl ignores a man like that.
And I'm not talking about being overly sensitive to a guy checking me out. I'm totally cool with that, it's harmless and somewhat complimentary. We women know the difference between men being men and someone who from a behavioral standpoint appears to be not right in the head. Regular guys don't behave in that manner. They are in sync with behavioral norms within their sex. Their social male/female interaction doesn't trigger a red flag and I don't fear them.
I'm talking about the leering creep, in this case gym creep, who is following me around and every time I look over my shoulder or into a mirror his eyes are burning a hole into my ass. That dude scares me. Because unlike yourself, a fully grown man, I'd be pressed to defend myself from an attacking adult male. He's a physical threat to me.
Sure, you "see no problem at all" but for someone my size, my sex, it's a real and potential dangerous problem.
Just saying.
There's another thread in LSPG asking why the younger crowd do the "towel Dance" and don't use the showers etc. These are the reasons why. I hate pervs any kind. I don't care if you's skinny, fat, hot or not. A perv is a perv. period. I'm not politically correct. When I see such behavior I go after the bum. I will publicly shame the hell out of them. I will make a comment about them never working out and just hanging out in the locker room loud enough so everyone within earshot can hear me. The wrong guy to mess with. I'm trying to make a better person of myself and I don't have time for this type of behavior.
or the guys who make rage-gasm noises when they lift.
I fucking hate those meatheads who make loud noises when they lift just as much as I hate those tennis bitches who scream out like someone is sodomizing them with a hot poker every time they hit the ball. "Look at me, look at me, look at me!" Ugh, shut the fuck up.
I fucking hate those meatheads who make loud noises when they lift just as much as I hate those tennis bitches who scream out like someone is sodomizing them with a hot poker every time they hit the ball. "Look at me, look at me, look at me!" Ugh, shut the fuck up.
I've definitely had this problem off and on as long as I've used gyms. Like, I get that people look at each other, but keep your eyes in your head. And the stalkers are the worst.
What also pisses me off are juiced out goons who think they have the right to rate and provide commentary to their asshole friends on every body that passes by them. I've even seen musclehead dipshits walk up to total strangers and criticise their skinny/fat/short/pasty white or whatever else physique and then tell them how to change it.
I've also been in the locker room changing from my towel to my street clothes and had dumbasses get all bent out of shape that my dick was passingly visible. Like, I get that we shouldn't wave our cocks in strangers' faces, but give me a break. Go complain about the guys turning the sauna into a bathhouse, or the dudes who congregate behind machines that women use, or the guys who make rage-gasm noises when they lift.
...man I didn't know I had so much bile in me about gyms... :s