I Deduce I've Been Reduced

The train was out of service.  A stop before I needed and I was stranded with the rest of the doldrums..."momentarily", I was assured.  A man with a scruffy hippy beard, donning a scruffy hippy hat, with a hippy guitar strapped to his poor-postured hippy back, made his way to my location.  On a sardine tight train platform...there was no where to run.  He started with brief small-talk, asking me where I was headed.  I cracked an off the cuffer and he laughed way too hard and far too loud.  Then without hesitation or buying me dinner first, he grabbed my shoulder, put his rotten mouth within spittle distance of my cringing face and said, "You're really beautiful, you know that?"

I being the ever polite commuter muttered, "Thanks", and shrugged off his pass.  He then proceeded to look me up and down rather blatantly, repeating the empty sentiment once more.  I turned my head in disgust.  As if I need some dirty, greasy man on a train platform, brain fucking me with his flaccid, over-baked stinky, twisted junk.  He then went on to speak of how he had a sister about my age.  He asked how old I was and feigned surprise from my response, thinking that would somehow break down my wall of hatred and then freed by this sexy loner, I would be free to hop on his lumpy cock and take a spin.

"Oh WOOOOOW", he proclaims, stifling his halfy, "I would guess you were no more than 22!  My sister's your age.  Well I'm 56...how old do you think I look?"  He says this while pulling back so I can get a good look at his motives...I mean, wrinkled, weathered face.

"56.  My mom's fifty-six."  I say coldly, looking him right in his stupid hippy eye.  He gets quite embarrassed by this and says there's 'no way he looks his age.'  I've hurt his feelings, thank christ but the goof comes back for more.  He grabs my shoulder again, looks me up and down and repeats his adage about my beauty.  So done with his transparency, I thought two things.  This idiot just compared me to his sister, so either he wants to fuck his sister or thinks relating me to his relative will make him seem less off and therefore make me more apt to suck his dick in the darkened corner of the station.  And two,  I just compared you to my mom, who is not a stupid creepy hippy hitting on people half her age(anymore), I insulted your age and you're still trying for it.  Why on god's green earth would I ever hit that?  No amount of compliments from strange men, regardless of my daddy issues, are going to make me fuck you.  You're gross, you're making me feel uncomfortable with your piercing gaze of dirty thoughts and wretched images, and if you lay your hand on my shoulder one more time, you are going to eat the front end of the Expo Line coming down the rail.  What is it about men that they feel like my personal space doesn't concern them as long as I haven't told them to eat a dick and leave me alone?  I have never walked up to a man, asked for the time and then cupped his balls as I pass.  I despise the fact that I am a mere commodity, reduced to a sexual play thing....mostly because I allow it.  I allow it by ignoring the passes, skipping over the ogling stares of passing penises;  I let it go because it's so rampant.  I would have to spend endless hours telling men off, I'd have no time for anything else.  My life would be consumed by the fight so I must pick and choose the battles I partake in.

My BF asked me recently how I deal with it.  He had a similar experience where he felt the eyes of women on his nether regions and it made him not joyous, as one would assume, but sad and uncomfortable.  He felt the impulse to feel shame about his reduction to piece of meat status as a result of the invasive stares of strangers from the opposite sex.  At first it could be thought of as flattering, then it rapidly turns ugly and overwhelming.  When I feel in danger.  When the bells go off, I take action.  The hippy dude was harmless.  Unfortunately, one cannot go around assaulting hippy-dudes just because they have no sense of personal space, or common human decency.  They are driven by their genitals and their lust for some young piece of ass to fuck away all of their dirty hippy problems.  I ask then, on behalf of all women out there to all hippy-dudes who maybe don't realize how they make us feel; How they can ruin a day for a person out of selfish concern for their cocks:  Think about us, these random encounters in your life, as though you think on your sisters, your mothers, your children.  We are not here for your pleasure.  We are designed for more.  Our purpose is not only to serve a want in your weiner, so think about that the next time you inappropriately touch a girl and she's not having it.  What would you do to the dude on the train platform that did that to your sister?