A woman was simply trying to pump her gas when a group of Black men, physically blocked her from paying her bill.
I remember the first time I was ever catcalled. I was about 12 years old, living in Washington Heights, and I was walking from the grocery store with my grandmother. I was wearing camouflage shorts, a tank top and was super excited about some silvery lip gloss I had just gotten from Delias — Ya’ll […]
There is really no such thing as a good catcall.
Many guys and gals alike give DD's a thumbs up, but for this well-endowed author, having them is more of a love-hate thing.