Gay groping
Tyler was 22 when he visited Soho, central London&#;s lgbtq+ heartland, for the first time.
&#;I had no notion where I was going, so I walked into a bar and went upstairs to contain a look around,&#; he says. &#;On my way advocate down the stairs the guy behind me put his hands down my jeans and tried to finger me. I was completely shocked, and tripped on the next step down. I turned around and the guy had put his finger in his mouth. Then he said, &#;Wanna try it again now?&#; and I just ran out.&#;
Sadly, Tyler&#;s exposure is far from a one-off. Sixty-two percent of guys who responded to a survey by gay men&#;s health charity GMFA said they&#;d been touched or groped in a bar or club without their express permission, while 34 percent said that it had bothered them.
&#;I think it&#;s clearly a problem in the gay community,&#; says Ian Howley, Chief Executive of LGBT Hero, GMFA&#;s parent organisation. &#;Some of the men who said it didn&#;t bother them said their reasoning behind [that] was due to entity in a male lover venue. Groping or being touched without consent in any situation is unac
Groping: the gay scene has a problem
When entering a gay club or lock, there is often an understanding that groping, be it the odd butt-grab or unwelcome thrust, is par for the course. This needs to change.
Groping is an unpleasant issue that still pervades the scene
For those of us who are old pros at going into these gay spaces, it’s not always easy to notice them objectively. They’re the places where we discovered ourselves and were given an arena in which to explore our sexuality, and interact with similar minded people, all while gyrating to some god-awful Madonna mix. But grab a pair of fresh eyes in with you, a straight man for example, and they’re sure to tell you how strange the brazen grabbing is. Take a vertical man to a same-sex attracted club and they soon understand why women aren’t up for being harassed on a night out.
&#;I&#;m constantly being groped&#;
Speaking from personal experience, I’m consistently being grabbed and rubbed up against in the club by men who haven’t shown me the decency of a plain nod. Not only possess they grabbed, they’ve persisted when asked to halt. I ofte
Groping Leads to Fun
It was a Saturday night and my girlfriend, Nicole, and I were at a concert. The floor was very crowded, so we were packed in enjoy sardines. Nicole and I had both recently turned 18 and were allowed to stay out belated. She was slightly bigger than me, height and weight, so we looked a little odd together. Like my jeans, I was very skinny.
We were dancing to the tune when I noticed an older man kept staring at me. He was tall and muscular, but had a big belly and a long beard. I didn't quite realize his fascination with me. I shook it off and kept dancing. Everyone was lined up shoulder to shoulder and I looked around to spot the man. He was gone.
I continued to delight in the music with Nicole, until I felt someone pressing against my ass. I didn't think anything of it since we were all really finish. It continued to wait there and I could tell it was an erect cock, and now it was rubbing against my ass cheeks. I nervously looked over my shoulder and saw a long grey beard. I froze. Nicole didn't look to notice. I was embarrassed and felt enjoy I needed to acquire away
A man kept groping me at work and my colleagues just laughed
No means no.
At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be, right?
But what happens when you’re sexually harassed at a work event? And then when you protest about it to colleagues, they just laugh it off.
It was the early s and I was working at a charity fundraiser held at a London hotel, where we were putting on a sky-high end raffle – £50 a ticket; £ a book.
We were expected to put up with a certain level of behaviour from the charity’s ‘high value donors’ or high profile supporters. In fact, before the event even started, a charity fundraising manager said to me: ‘Neck half a bottle of wine, get out there and court till they buy raffle tickets’.
Once it got into full swing, a drunk man who’d bought raffle tickets came up to me.
He slurred a hello. I politely smiled and returned the hello.
Then suddenly – perhaps thinking I owed him something in return for buying as many tickets as he did – he groped me.
I was embarrassed, disgusted and annoyed all at once. I was also insulted – I’d never flirt in suc