It made me lose empathy for homeless men because no matter how low down they feel or society treats them, they could always put me below them by sexually soliciting me or harassing me on the street.
I remember being five at summer camp and when the boys took off their shirts because it was 95 degrees out I decided I would, too. The boys wouldn't stop pointing at my chest and yelling, "Titties! Titties" until I put it back on. I even tried to argue with them that they had the same thing and they all said it wasn't the same thing.
The first time a stranger pinched my butt I was 9 - and so was he. He had a smart alecky grin on his face and I tried to kick him but he was too fast. I still wish I could go back and punch him in the mouth.
First time a stranger harassed me was when I was 12 and we were visiting San Francisco. A drunk homeless man yelled to me to, "Come sit on my face!"
The cumulative rage from these things boils in a cauldron deep down in my gut where I am not usually aware of it, but it's ready to rise up.
Straight men think nothing of the idea of punching another man in the face for make a pass at them, but it never occurs to them that a woman might feel the same way. When I was younger I had fantasies of going back to construction workers I had passed and with a gun and shooting them. It's been a long time since I've thought of it, and I have a well developed pre-frontal cortex so I was able to override my limbic brain. You are very lucky that most women do.