Homobphobic or Heterophobic? I don't care. Stalking (for me) has been a real problem. I've been stalked three times and none of them involved being in a gym or locker room.
My first stalker followed me around in a shopping mall one day. At first I thought that maybe the guy was part of mall security and for some reason had targeted me as trouble. I felt uncomfortable enough to leave the mall.
The next day I caught the same guy watching me while I was grocery shopping in a store that was across town from the mall. Coincedence? I decided to ignore him, but he kept following me around and was obviously staring at my crotch. Three or four aisles later and I confronted him... Loudly... He ran away.
That should have been the end of the story, but a week later I was sitting in a coffee shop with some friends when I spotted the same guy outside and peeking around the corner at me. I got up to confront him, but he ran away to the other side of the shopping center. Luckily I never saw him again.
The second time I was hanging out at a local bar when this guy started chatting with me and my friends. He kept sneaking glances at my crotch. Later, when my friends and I left for a late night snack at a local diner, we started talking about the way the guy was constantly looking at my crotch. That's when we found out that none of us knew the guy, but we had all assumed from the way he chatted with us that one of us was familiar with him.
The next day, while I was in a five and dime, I literally turned around and bumped into the same guy. He dropped his hand down and cupped my crotch right in the store. It was so quick and so startling that I reacted by shoving him. To my shock and horror the guy got vehemently angry with me and accused me of "teasing" HIM.
I said nothing and turned my back on him and walked away. That evening I got a phone call from this guy. I never gave him my phone number and my friends all denied giving it to him. I believe them. I hung up.
Luckily we had caller ID and the next two times the guy called my partner answered the phone. He stopped after that, but I still wish I had called the police on this since I had his number. This was early 90s and I was still somewhat in the closet.
The last stalker was some guy that I kept running into here and there. It was infrequent enough that I figured it was just coincidence. The guy never spoke to me, and he only nodded a hello my way a couple of times in passing, but something about the encounters started to unsettle me.
Then one day while I was driving home I noticed this gentleman in the car directly behind me. I blew it off and continued to drive, but I decided to stop and make a quick errand. I forget what the errand was, but I had to go a little bit out of my way to make it. I pulled into a parking lot and the guy drove on by.
A little while later I was back on the road and heading home when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the guy's car a few cars back. Instead of driving home I drove to my local police station. The guy sped by. Instead of going into the police station I went ahead and drove home. I figured I had scared him off. WRONG.
An hour later my Partner was looking out of the kitchen window of our apartment and into the parking lot when he noticed a man looking in my car's windows. He called the cops immediately. When the cops confronted the guy he claimed that he was visiting a friend, but couldn't remember which apartment he lived in. He gave them a made up name for his "friend", but, of course, no one by that name lived in the complex. By this time the manager of the complex had become involved and decided to issue a trespass warrant against the guy. The stalker didn't even argue about it. He took the warrant and I never saw him again.
All of this happened in the early to mid 90s. I was young and dumb back then, and had a really bad ego about my size. I was very proud of it and tended to wear clothes such as tight jeans for the sole purpose of getting attention. After those three events, and the beginning of a long and slow break up with my first relationship, I started dressing more conservatively. I became ashamed of my ego and my size became an embarrassment.
I went through a cycle of letting my ego build up till it popped and then I'd return to being embarrassed by my behavior. It left me emotionally wrecked.
I'm now in a new relationship that is very strong. I have more confidence in who I am as a person. I'm beginning to allow myself to enjoy my size again, but without all the inflated ego over it. (Ok, maybe a little.)
My partner enjoys seeing me in jeans and gets a kick out of guys checking out my crotch. He doesn't get jealous because he knows that I will be going home with him and no one else. I'm starting to feel sexy again without feeling sleazy.
I have not had any stalkers since and I think this may have to do with me having more confidence in myself as a person. I think people realize that I am not going to tolerate any bullshit from them.
Ok, I have offically rambled way too much in this thread. Obviously I felt compelled to get this off my chest.
Thanks for listening,
MB