Someone tried to feel me up on the train the other day.

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I was on the train headed to Yokohama for a training for work. At one point, I had to transfer to another train. I did so and boarded the crowded train and smooshed in as far as I could. I held on to the bar above my head and prepared for the 20 minute ride until my transfer.

Immediately I noticed a boy standing next to me and he wasn’t holding on to anything and began to stagger as the train moved. The mother in me reached out for his arm and grabbed him. He, in turn, grabbed onto my book bag strap for stability I assumed. We exchanged a nod and I went back to looking at my phone to occupy myself.

As the train continued to move, I began to feel the boy’s hand touch my stomach. I thought he was again trying to maintain his stability and I again offered my hand for support. He just looked at me and grabbed my bag strap again. I went back to my phone. I then felt his hand again on my stomach and move upwards. Shocked, I moved my bag in front of me, still giving him the benefit of the doubt.

But it was when I noticed his hand creeping up my bag, in an attempt to touch my hand, that I realized what was happening. At the next stop, I got off and moved to another car.

Now, this boy couldn’t have been over the age of 10. I initially thought he was special in some way, but it wasn’t until after I made attempts to prevent him from touching me that I realized that all of his actions were intentional. This is the culture in which I live.

Already I have talked with students who have encountered creeps on the train who have tried to feel them up or have done so successfully. There is even a website showing pedophiles how to get away with it on the trains. There is porn glorifying this sexual abuse online and even in convenient stores.

It’s absolutely sickening.

But as a woman, this is the type of thing we deal with, right? We just learn how to accept this form of harassment and avoid slapping the shit out of someone and getting arrested and possibly deported. Because I would then be in the wrong…

I digress.

I just wanted to share my frustration with the awakening that I have found myself in a sexually repressed culture that does nothing to protect women from being sexually abused on public transportation.

*heavy sigh*

We went to a UFC fight this weekend. 

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There he is. My boy. All excited after waking up at 5:30 to ride the train to Saitama to see grown ass, muscular, sweaty men pummel each other. It was awesome, actually. Clearly he and I were watching for two different reasons, but we both had a fun time together. I, personally, enjoyed my kid’s commentary the whole day. 

Here are a few highlights:

“If you’re gonna scream like a school girl every time the guy with the beard comes out then you might as well go up there and drink beer. It’s not like you’re gonna date him or anything!”

“Well it’s obvious they are all rooting for the Japanese opponent. Clearly we are going for the brown guys”

“That’s not butterflies and rainbows! That’s torture!!”

“Punch him in the nuts!”

“Wow! At least those dance moves he did in the beginning came in handy”

Boy: His belly sack is definitely giving him an advantage Me: His belly sack? Boy: yea, his belly sack. (Then grabs my stomach) 

“You can hear their fat bellies rubbing together (then proceeds to make a fat belly sound)”

“It shouldn’t be so hard to get him, he’s probably tired at this point anyway”

I love him. I really enjoyed spending the day with him and having fun. This was our first outing since moving here and it was great to relax a bit and have fun. We danced to the opening music. I sang along to someone walking in on “We Are The World” and even got some Japanese dudes to join in swaying their hands from side to side. And in that, successfully embarrassed my son. 

It was a pretty great day.