I have only been in this position for a few years, yet I have already received a few "harrassing" phone calls.
The modus operandi is always the same. Message left on my voicemail at school in the wee hours of a weekend. Student is male and most likely drunk. Content is not slam-dunk sexual, but is awfully close. Profanity is common. The B word is typically involved. No (real) name or number is left. I never recognize the voice, so I don't know if this is a former student, a current student, or just a random jackass.
My reaction is always the same. I am more annoyed than anything else. (Who wants to start the week that way?) It feels creepy. But it is not inherently intimidating.
Yet, at the same time, it is intimidating. The undercurrent is there: I am a male student, I am anonymous, and I can hurt you. I can make you feel uncomfortable. I can make you feel unwelcome. And there's not a damned thing you can do to me.
Most telling, this has not happened to my male colleagues, ever. (I'm not sure about my female colleagues in other departments....will have to take an informal survey.)
Taken by itself, one could argue that this is not such a big deal. It's just a phone call from a random drunken student. But when you combine this with the other daily "no big deals"---the student who disagrees with you but goes to your colleague about it rather than confronting you (because obviously you have no idea what you're talking about), being ignored in technical conversations and meetings, colleagues who don't give you credit for your ideas, feeling like you have to get up every day and re-prove your credentials to your students---and suddenly, all those little "no big deals" don't look so little anymore. Death by a thousand paper cuts.
I'm here. I'm not planning on going anywhere. But I wish knowing that didn't feel so darned lonely.