How I was publicly mas-turbated – Writes Lucy, a Foreign Traveller on Her India Visit.


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Foreign traveller and a blogger Lucy Hemmings has shared a horrible real life story on how she was publicly mast-urbated and tips on how to stay safe in India. This 26 years old talks about her experience of visiting India and how she witnessed not one but more than one incidents of getting mast-urbated publicly.

Lucy Hemmings

Here is the exact text from Lucy Hemmings’ blog wherein she shared about how she was publicly mast-urbated.

A few days ago I was sitting in a bus stop in Mumbai, India. The local guy that I had paid no particular attention to moved closer. From the corner of my eye, to my horror, I realised that he had pulled out his penis and was mas-turbating, staring intently at me. I felt sick.

As much as I hate to admit it, this isn’t the first time it’s happened to me. In fact, chances are, if you’ve ever been to India, you’ll have bumped into at least one traveller who has experienced this sort of behaviour, or heard of someone else who it has happened to. I’ve spent countless hours with other travellers picking apart why men do it; why they seem to think it’s okay, why dignity seems to disappear when there’s foreign female flesh on show.

The first time this happened to me was back in 2012; I was 23 and it was my first trip to a developing country. Along the way, I’d met an Australian girl, Gemma, and we ended up spending 3 months or so travelling India together. At the time, we were wandering through Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram (Or “The Beatles Ashram” to you and I) in the northern town of Rishikesh, when I spotted a man, hiding in the bushes watching us and wanking.

My horror quickly turned to hysterical laughter; Gemma and I screamed profanities, laughed, pointed and threw rocks at him. Laughing empowered me; I felt we sent a very clear message that we weren’t intimidated by him and that we thought he was pathetic. It was because of this that the next time a man mast-urbated in front of me (I was travelling alone at this point and in a train station) I felt peperfectlyable laughing as loudly as I could, catching the attention of every person in that station, screaming;

“LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING MAN! WITH HIS TINY PENIS OUT! HOW EMBARRASSING!”

The man skulked off, I laughed for a while and that was it, I spent no more time thinking about it.

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