Journey home turned to degradation by gangs of lustful males
Saturday evening, 10.45pm on Camden Street in Dublin City. For me, this was the beginning of my journey home from work and the source of overwhelming feelings of degradation, objectification, anger, fear and raw sadness.
As I reached my bus stop last night, I realised I would have a long wait and so zipped up my long, padded jacket and braced myself against the cold October night. It was not long before it became clear that the cold would be the least of my worries that evening.
As I looked around me at the all too familiar (yet, at the time, harmless) scenes of energetic groups of friends enjoying their weekend, I sensed it was a particularly busy night. There were significant numbers of all-male groups coming from all directions. Now, upon reflection, I can find no word more suitable to describe these groups than 'packs,' based on their behaviour towards me, one another and other members of the public.