Yep, I was delivering Pizza and the guy came to the door with it hanging out of his pants. I ignored it and just kept looking in his eyes. If I’d have been older at the time and less intimidated I would probably laughed my ass of at him and left.
Yes, as a child, which made me really angry because my little sister and one of her friends was with me, too.
You may not count it, but the several times I’ve seen men peeing in public they’ve always given me a smirky little grin. They know they’re exposing themselves to a female and think that that’s all right, so I don’t care what their original intention was–I put it in the same category.
No, never. One time I was in the car when some homeless guy wearing really baggy pants with everything hanging out staggered by, but he seemed so far gone that I don’t think he had any idea what he was doing.
When I was 17, I used to go out jogging with a couple of female friends. We were running past some parked cars, and there was a man lying underneath a car, apparently mending it, but his shorts were pulled aside to expose the full tackle. We all reacted a few moments later - eeeewww - did you see THAT? - but as far as I can remember it didn’t occur to us to report him. I did tell my Dad who just said it was a pity one of us didn’t have a lighted cigarette to chuck at the offending item… and I said that was not likely seeing as we were out exercising.
The classic reactions are “oh, like a penis, only smaller” or “put it away dear, you’ll catch your death”.
I’m 40, and have seen flashers or guys who pointedly rubbed themselves about 5 times.
Three times it was just a guy exposing himself for anyone who walked by, not particularly aimed at me. That would have been the guy next to the walk in the woods near my highschool; the guy on the bench in the city park; and the nutcase who flashed everyone sitting and eating outside the restaurant a couple months ago. In all those cases, there is a feeling of: “Hey! Did I see that right?” followed by a double check and then (but usually, by then I’ve walked of biked past) a feeling of “That was weird.”
The other two guys were in the train. Late one evening, I was the only one in the carriage. I noticed rustling and panting behind me. I glanced through the seats (these were two seats close together, not a bench) and caught a glimpse of a guy, dressed conservatively, masturbating. I quickly changed carriages, and felt vaguely unsafe leaving the train.
The other one was a guy who sat across from me, in such a way that in the otherwise crowded carriage I was the only one who could see him. He threw me leering looks and pointedly rubbed himself through his pants. That made me feel really uncomfortable. I changed seats quickly, but the contact, the looks he threw me, that were really aimed at me, made me feel vaguely dirty and scared. I felt angry, and scared to walk home from the station (what if he followed me?) and it took me the whole evening to stop feeling bad. He was just so clever in forcing …something on me that I empatically did not want.
The weird thing is that I never have guys hitting on me when I talk to them or when I walk around. Maybe I look too purposeful, too confident. But when I’m sitting down, minding my own business, in the train… that seems another matter.
No, never.
[obligatory demographic info: American, female, 40’s]
Yep, twice. Like Maastricht it occurred on public transport.
Once on a bus, once on a train, both times a guy sitting either beside me or directly opposite me, masturbating while looking at me.
Both times I got up and moved as soon as I realised what was happening.
I’m 25, I think I was about 17 the first time, and 22 the second time.
It was enough to make me flustered and uncomfortable, but nothing more traumatising than that.
Really, best summed up as: :eek: 
:rolleyes: :dubious:
About 15 years ago, I worked at a cosmetics counter at a department store in downtown Boston. One night a guy came in, grabbed a bottle of perfumed lotion off the counter, dropped trou, and proceded to masturbate like a motherfuck in my general direction. I suppose it’s nice that he at least smelled good for the security guards who dragged him out.
Not directed at me, but I’m sharing anyway.
Just once, on the second floor of the Smith Tower in Seattle. Probably a street person, it was winter, and he was standing in front of a window that looked out onto the alley, madly whackin’ away. His poor peter was so red, he must have been at it for awhile.
I went on up to work and told some co-workers about it, and a couple of them went down to look. :dubious:
Yep. 10th grade physical science class. I was talking with a small group of people in the back of the classroom (I didn’t really know or like any of them much), when a guy wearing an extra long shirt pulled it up, revealing his junk hanging out of his fly. I think I just walked back to my seat and ignored him the rest of the day. I didn’t feel really bothered by it, but I remember thinking, 'wow, penises are a LOT smaller than I thought they were!" 
Far more obnoxious was the guy (same class, different boy) who came up to me while I was working at my desk and proceeded to rub himself against my back, while gasping, “oh yes, baby!” I pushed him away and yelled, “get the fuck off of me!” The teacher then admonished me for using bad language. I shot her a death glare.
Then there was the time my senior year where a boy shoved me up against a wall and thrust his tongue down my throat. I was so stunned I let him kiss me twice before pulling away and shakingly telling him I had to get to class. Sadly, that was my first kiss.
I think I have had more unwanted sexual contact than wanted.
I’m 54, and I’ve never been flashed in real life. When I used to use ICUII, I’d get lots of messages that were nekkid crotch shots - does that count?
Nope.
Well, I suppose once would count. It was my roomie (this was a bit before we started having sex), we were hanging out and I was lazing on the couch watching tv and he wandered off. Next thing I knew he’d come back into the living room naked as a jaybird. Startled me quite a bit at the time, though it wasn’t completely unwanted since I really had the hots for him.
Other than that or the odd streaker? Not at all.
Last year at a bus stop. I was sitting on the bench when a homeless guy wandered up, put down his bag of possessions/recyclables/whatever and went behind the bench, next to an utility pole. I assumed he was answering the call of nature and didn’t look, as I was looking out for the bus, which arrived less than a minute later. As I boarded the bus, I cluelessly asked the driver, “Isn’t he going to get on the bus?” meaning the homeless guy. The driver, an older lady, just said, “I think he’s playing with himself,” as if this sort of thing happened every day. :eek:
I was going to say no, but I remembered when I worked at my last job, I was at the vending machine, talking to one of the lot guys, and I glanced down, as people tend to do eventually, and I though, “Huh, I wonder if he knows his shirt is stuck hanging out of his fly. Waitasecond, that’s not his shirt. Huh, must be cold. Perv.” And walked away.
Ok, I was a little innocent back then, so I did ask a gal I worked with and called my boyfriend at the time “Can a guy have his dick sticking out of his fly and not know about it?” The verdict was NO.
Yup. I was probably 7 or 8 years old, and Stranger Danger in an El Camino flashed me and my little best friend pal.
Years later, a girl I befriended in 5th grade shared the same experience. About 1/2 mile away, dude in an El Camino.
I’m 27. This has happened at least 4 times, all strangers…
- I was on vacation in Barcelona with my family. Right in the middle of the day, some dude was walking right down the main street wearing Daisy Dukes with his package sort of stuffed over to the side and hanging out one leg of the shorts.
- I was in Bordeaux and waiting for a connecting train to Paris. I had gotten to the train station about an hour early (it was mid-afternoon), but the train was already there and waiting, so I thought I’d get on and read. A guy got on and sat down across the aisle from me, one row ahead. I glanced up after a few minutes and he was lying down in the seat and masturbating. We were the only two people in the compartment, this freaked me out, so I got off the train and waited on the platform.
- I was in Berkeley, late afternoon/early evening, and some guy had parked his car on one of the major streets bordering campus and was reclining in the driver’s seat and jacking off as all the students walked by.
- I was in San Francisco on a fairly crowded bus, reading. I looked up and saw a guy playing with himself in the seat across the aisle from mine. Just as I was considering whether it would be better to stand up and denounce him as a pervert, or whether the attention was what he was looking for in the first place, he put it away and got off the bus.
Pretty much any dude who has ever stopped me on the street while he was in a car “asking for directions” has been masturbating. It’s happened like three times.
I’m truly amazed by all the responses. There seems to be an entire class of men out there who just can’t control their urges, I guess. And now that i think about it, i don’t recall anyone ever stopping to ask me directions, ever!
Yeah. Last year actually. I was giving a friend a ride home and I dared him thinking that he would never do it. Well he did.
Not that I’ve noticed. I could just have been failing to pay attention. I wouldn’t necessarily notice if, say, some homeless guy were wanking behind the building I just walked past, and I also wouldn’t necessarily care if he were.
If some guy exposed himself, say, on a public bus, and the intention was to get some reaction from someone in the vicinity, I would probably ignore it. As long as he’s not behaving aggressively or walking up to people with his little friend out, I’d just deny him the attention he obviously wants. Eventually either he’ll quit, or I’d go let the authorities know, and he’ll get arrested.
If it were a situation where some guy friend or friend of a friend has decided he needs to get attention by flashing the rest of the party guests, I would probably make a few cutting remarks and then dryly tell him to put his pants back on before embarrassing himself further. A flasher in that situation wants shrieks and giggles and the feeling that he’s being daring; being unflappable usually puts the damper on that, and they go do something more constructive, like pick out a lampshade to wear while dancing on the table.
If some guy has whipped it out without express permission and is being generally aggressive towards me, I feel that I have every right to drive a knee into his testicles and run away as fast as I can while he is busy throwing up on the floor.
In no case would my reaction be ‘ew, gross’. Penises aren’t gross, really. Just sort of goofy looking. 