“Last summer, my neighbor would sit on his porch shirtless every evening, but he angled his chair so he could see through my kitchen window. I started cooking in a hoodie in August. Finally, my boyfriend stood in the window staring back at him for ten minutes straight. He stopped. But why did I have to use a man to feel safe?”
Summer is here. The sun is blazing, windows are wide open, shorts and tank tops are the uniform of the day, and the scent of barbecue drifts through the suburbs. It’s supposed to be the season of relaxation, pool parties, and late-night ice cream runs. My Neighbor Is Way Too Perverted- -Summer Speci...
If you take one thing from this long article, let it be this: Do not suffer alone. Do not minimize your own fear. And if you can, help a neighbor who may be going through the same thing. “Last summer, my neighbor would sit on his