Dive under the skirt. “What is under my skirt?”: the girl was naked in the subway in the fight against perverts

The revolution that digital technologies made when they came into our lives thirty years ago did not end (relatively speaking) with the advent of the Pentium. It continues - and every year new inconsistencies, inconsistencies, bottlenecks in culture, traditions, and law emerge that are not adapted to the new - digital ones! - realities.

Often such inconsistencies are serious and give rise to long heated debates: as, for example, the problem of the inability to control digital copying (think of Salinger's dilemma). But there are also seemingly trifles that are not even possible to discuss normally. Yes, they demonstrate in their purest form how technology is ahead of the law, but touch on such a topic at least in passing - and you are guaranteed at least a condescending smile from your listeners. And to discuss this on television, in the press?! Well, you know! An example of such a “little thing” is the upskirt phenomenon.

I see, I see, the one who is in the subject smiled :-). To be honest, this thing is very popular in certain circles. If by some miracle you don’t know what we are talking about, then everything is simple: the word “upskirt” is translated from English as “peeping under a skirt” and is used to refer to both the actual action and the resulting photographs or videos. Its history is rich and stretches far beyond the digital age. Here is Marilyn dancing over the well, and frivolous canvases of medieval painters, and much more.

In the context of our conversation, two points are important. First, upskirt has always had a tangible element of eroticism. Secondly, from the point of view of society, this has always been fun on the verge of permissible, something between a game allowed for adults and generally recognized deviations like spying on a bathtub. The sexual revolution that happened in the second half of the 20th century (you know, "mini" and all that) even made the upskirt a fashion item. But hardly anyone could have imagined that at the beginning of the 21st century, thanks to digital technologies, peeping under a skirt would turn from fun into a headache.

Annoying English term? I confess that I myself am not happy with it. And while I was preparing the material, I almost broke my head, thinking about how best to translate it into Russian, I consulted with a linguist. Ideally, you need the same catchy, short, self-explanatory word. But even in the Russian-language section of "Wikipedia" there is no article on this topic (I will add a column and get busy - join!), So, for lack of a better one, I decided to use the direct transliterated version: upskirt. Not everyone will like it, but we are no strangers to a tablet and Satoshi ;-).

Again, something else is more important. Upskirt in its modern sense is a child of camera phones and smartphones. The emergence of super-compact digital cameras, and even crossed with mobile phone, has become a kind of feature: such cameras are invisible, do not arouse suspicion and simplify the distribution of footage as much as possible. As a result, peeking under a skirt degenerated into a criminal business and unpleasant anti-social activity. Today, upskirt is one of the most popular categories on pornographic resources: there are providers of such content that provide a continuous stream of photos and videos from the streets, malls, beaches, and there are consumers who are ready to pay for it. There are plenty of "amateurs" sharing the results of their "works" on the Web - and also putting random people in an uncomfortable position. I guess few girls dream of seeing themselves on YouTube captured from below. And the question is, can we oppose something to the invasion of privacy from this side.

We, the citizens Russian Federation, oddly enough, easier than many others: covert filming in any form is outlawed by us (correct if something has changed). But the rest of the democratic world, interspersing scolding with laughter, is forced to look for more precise and subtle formulations.

The Americans are having a hard time right now. Another scandal is booming in the States (they hope that this one will be the last one), connected precisely with upskirt. The backstory is simple and already typical: in 2010, a man was seen on the Boston subway trying to shoot on the phone - naturally, without permission and knowledge - fellow travelers from below, with an emphasis on the hips and crotch (sorry, so in court documents). The police organized live bait fishing, sending disguised employees to ride, the peasant pecked - and they tied him up (Michael Robertson, 31 years old). Soon the first trial took place, which found the man guilty. No wonder: after all, peeping is (I quote) intentional shooting intimate areas partially or fully naked person without their consent at the time when the person assumes privacy is illegal in the United States. But this was only the beginning of the story, the first iteration, if you will.

In the photo from the police station, Robertson is an ordinary middle-aged white uncle. We do not know if he was what is called a pervert or a cyber-activist who, by his example, wanted to point out the inconsistency of the legal system with the actual state of things - well, it’s all the same like the ever-memorable Aaron Schwartz. But anyway, Robertson really helped! He appealed and just won!

How did he succeed? The highest court of the state where the hearings took place (Massachusetts) considered that, being in a public place, a citizen has no right to hope for privacy, and besides, he cannot be considered even partially naked: he is dressed! A subway car is not a bathroom, not a locker room, and a smartphone is not a hidden camera. And in general, if a citizen exposes parts of his body (intentionally or not), what kind of expectation of privacy can we talk about? Therefore, although peeping in the classical sense is still prohibited, this prohibition does not apply to upskirt.

After such a verdict, a natural hysteria erupted in the media. Everyone laughs: some under cover, some openly, lawyers, passers-by, TV presenters and the press laugh. Laughing and making salty jokes like did Robertson's lawyer wear panties when she talked about her client's "constitutional right to take upskirt pictures in public"? And at the same time, everyone understands that it will not work to laugh at the problem, and some, through tears of laughter, are already demanding the revision of the law, which is so far behind technology. But the trouble is, it is not clear what the final wording should be.

One of the options: at least over your clothes a person in a public place cannot expect privacy, under clothes he still expects it, and the invasion there should be prohibited. The definition is casuistic and not without flaws, but this is the point: numbers A civilization has stepped on another corn - and no one knows how to get rid of pain!

Naturally, the unfortunate inhabitants of Boston are not the only ones who have experienced this. Other American states suffer from the same "hole" in the law and have also justified citizens caught upskirt. Why America, everyone gets out as best they can. Japan does not prohibit covert filming, but restricts the distribution of materials obtained in this way. Shatko. The UK looks at the problem rather with a grin, which is why celebrities especially suffer greatly - to whom the paparazzi, perhaps, do not yet put the lens between their legs. Nothing good either. India and Singapore are stupidly planting upskirt lovers. Roughly: what if an accident?

In short, it is impossible to ban, to ignore it is more expensive for yourself, to discuss it is both scary and funny. This is such an awkward moment. One thing pleases: instead of boring faces decorating materials about other clashes of numbers s and society, here are beautiful legs. Enjoy while you can! 🙂

St. Petersburg student and model Anna Dovgalyuk recorded a video manifesto against the “upskerters”. According to her, often men look under the skirts of girls in public transport, thereby committing a sexual crime. To draw attention to the problem, the girl in the video herself demonstrates her charms to passers-by under her dress.

According to Dovgalyuk, in less than a year in St. Petersburg, activists received more than 350 complaints from victims of such peeping, which is called upskirt and is “an element of large-scale disrespect for women.”

The perverts, as indicated in the video, not only look under the skirts, but also take pictures on the phone, and the recordings, in which the faces of the victims are also visible, are posted on the Internet.

To draw attention to this problem, a girl who studies at the Faculty of Law and calls herself a social activist decided to "recoup" on lovers to look up skirts. Armed with a camera, Anna, along with her friends, went down to the St. Petersburg metro. In the video, an activist in a short red dress lifts her hem whenever passengers start getting out of the cars. The frames change every second - Anna's black shorts were seen by the passengers of several stations at once.

The video ends with a call to "legislatively recognize upskirt as a crime against the person."

The video, which has already collected more than a million views on YouTube in a few days, caused a mixed reaction. In the comments to the video, some users expressed bewilderment at such a manifesto. Most of the commentators did not appreciate Dovgalyuk's act.

“Complete nonsense, 350 complaints. And the girl showed her sirloin to thousands. And what was it supposed to give people from the outside? Will the manifesto against rapists be in the form of porn?” - commentators are perplexed.

State Duma deputy Vitaly Milonov also spoke on Facebook about the solitary action of a girl lawyer, calling her an "idiot."

The network found out that the activist is no stranger to being naked. On Instagram, the girl willingly shares pictures in swimsuits and underwear.

I rode the subway and barely restrained myself. I was just shaking with indignation. My legs ached, but there were so many people that I couldn't move. As luck would have it, a few minutes later the lights went out in the car. The train started moving, but although I did not hold on, I did not fall - there was nowhere to fall. Peak hour. Suddenly I felt a hand between my legs - another maniac. I had a bag in my hands, they could not be pulled out. I felt helpless. The hand meanwhile walked along the pubis covered in silk panties. Despite the nervousness, it was pleasant. Fingers slid under the panties and ran over the clitoris, lips. I trembled. The finger entered me and began to move. At that moment, the hand standing in front slid under the bra and began to caress the chest. The train has stopped.

People came in and out. I did not move, neither did my hands - they froze. The doors closed. The second breast was out of the bra, stimulated by skillful fingers. The fact that it turned out to be more than one maniac did not frighten me for some reason. In the dark, someone began to caress my neck and neckline with their lips. The hand slipped out of the panties and they fell to the legs. I felt something hard between my thighs. They were carefully parted and a member entered me from behind. I couldn't help the groan that escaped from the depths of my body. Another hand slipped between my legs - I involuntarily squeezed them, but immediately spread them apart, giving freedom to my fingers. They were already doing their job, as was the cock inside me and the hands on my chest and the lips on my neck. I began to move, maintaining the movement within myself. We have already passed my stop, but I did not regret it, it was great. The member inside me erupted and was taken out. I was turned to face its owner, and at that moment the next one took possession of me. A few minutes later they left me. I will not tell you how I buttoned and pulled the dress. I arrived home late. She sat down in the kitchen and took out a cigarette. Along with the pack, a piece of paper fell out of the jacket pocket - it had a phone number on it. I realized it was theirs. I didn't mean to call, but I didn't throw the paper away either.

Then she undressed, took a shower and went to bed. I understood that everything that happened to me was dirty, but that was the beauty of it. Two men had me, and I didn't even see their faces. Like this.

Several months passed, I forgot about everything. One day I was walking home late at night. Two guys came up to me. I was scared of course. One of them grabbed my hand, and the other laughed and tore my blouse. He bared my chest and squeezed it hard. The other guy pulled up his skirt and hall into his shorts. I told them to take me to the bushes so no one would see. The guys agreed, surprised by my reaction. We moved into the bushes, away from the road. I got on my knees and unzipped the fly of one of the guys. Pulling out a member, I took it into my mouth. The second guy, without thinking twice, pulled up my skirt and put his dick in me. He moved, squeezing my chest, and I sucked his friend's cock.

When they both finished, they invited me to their place. I agreed. Somehow wrapping my blouse and pulling on my shorts, I followed them. No sooner had we entered the apartment than they, without saying a word, tore off my clothes and took me to a room where they threw me on the bed. They changed places. One entered me and the other gave me a dick in my mouth. I took it and began to suck. That was great. The next morning, at first I did not understand where I was. Naked, I lay with my face buried in the cock of one guy, and another lay on me and in me. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I had to wake them up. The one that was on me got down and turned to the wall. I went to the shower, and then I began to prepare breakfast, rummaging through someone else's refrigerator.

First time I meet this! - one of the guys woke up and in some shorts stood and looked at me. He came up and pulled up my skirt, caressed my buttocks. Then the other one woke up. We all had breakfast together. I started getting ready for work. One of the guys grabbed me, threw me on the bed and began to caress. He entered me with strong thrusts. We finished together. The second looked at us and went to work. Then I got up, recovered and left.

I was late for work. I was called to the director, it threatened with dismissal. Alexey Valeryevich, an elderly 40-year-old man, sat at his desk and looked at me attentively. I knew he liked me and decided to take advantage of it. I sat down across from him and looked at him defiantly.

Do you know that being late is punishable by dismissal?
- Yes, but I overslept, it happens to everyone. Forgive me, this won't happen again., I looked at him pitifully. He got up and locked the door. Then he sat down in his place, looked at me attentively, leaned back in his chair and said:
“But you don’t want to be fired, do you?”
- No.
"So you're doing me a favor?"

I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my chest. I slowly approached him, twirled in front of him, took his hands and put them on my chest. He squeezed it, then unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off me, and then pantyhose. He took one breast in his mouth and began to caress the nipple. Then he pulled off his panties. He stepped aside and looked at me admiringly.

Great!

Then he took her by the hand and led her to the sofa. I lay down and he was on top. His hard jacket rubbed my delicate skin, but it was even pleasant. - Now I'll raise you wages if you visit me from time to time.

His hands and lips wandered over my body. I surprisingly wanted him so much and wrapped my legs around his hips, staining his trousers with my juice. The fly rustled and his hard cock entered me. I squeezed him even tighter with my legs, and we moved.

I returned home earlier than usual. Vladimir Pavlovich allowed me to leave an hour earlier. I got into the shower and turned on the hot water. She took a sponge and splashed a little shower gel on it, began to lather the body, remembering his hands and lips. The sponge penetrated the most secret places of my body, lightly touched the nipple, walked under the chest, lathered the stomach: Then I got under the shower, the streams of water washed away the soapy foam from me. I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a bath towel, and stepped out of the tub. Then I had dinner and went to bed, it was a hard day.

Several weeks have passed since then. I was bored, I wanted unconventional sex. Sex with the director did not satisfy me, I wanted a group of men. I went to the bar in the evening, wearing a revealing dress that almost bared my chest and tightly fitted the figure. I never complained about my figure, and the waist, and hips, and especially the chest, awe men. A long skirt with a huge slit showed off my gorgeous legs, which were wearing sexy stockings. I entered the bar, feeling admiring glances on me, and looked around. Four guys with rather cheeky manners were sitting at one of the tables, I sat down not far from them. They looked at each other for a long time and whispered, nodding in my direction. Then one of them came up and invited me to their table. I moved. They ordered me a martini, and a sweet conversation began between us, more and more acquiring a vulgar bias. Finally, after the question of what kind of men I love, and my answer that everyone, the hand of one of the guy sitting next to me ended up on my bare leg. I smiled and continued talking. The hand stroked my leg, then slid closer to my crotch, then I spread my legs, my fingers slid under the panties and penetrated inside. The hand of the second, meanwhile, exposed the other leg, pulled up her skirt and slid under the stocking. I unzipped the fly of his trousers and wrapped my fingers around his cock. All this happened during the conversation. After a while, I got up, straightening my skirt and, looking meaningfully at them, went to the toilet room. There was no need to think and turn around, they followed. We went into a special room with an ottoman. She was small, and it seemed to me that the five of us would not fit. They threw me on the floor and began to caress. Roughly spreading my legs, a swollen cock was inserted into me. Another was put into his mouth. He turned me over on my side, another member entered from behind. The fourth guy took off his pants and masturbated. There was a crack of fabric - they bared my chest ..