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PREFACE
INTRODUCTION-1.1
INTRODUCTION-1.2
INTRODUCTION-1.3
INTRODUCTION-1.4
INTRODUCTION-1.5
INTRODUCTION-1.6
INTRODUCTION-1.7
FOOTNOTES-1
FOOTNOTES-2
THE STUDY OF SEXUAL INVERSION
SEXUAL INVERSION IN MEN-1
SEXUAL INVERSION IN MEN-2
SEXUAL INVERSION IN MEN-3
HISTORY-1-2-3-4
HISTORY-5
HISTORY-6
HISTORY-7-8
HISTORY-9
HISTORY-10-11-12
HISTORY-13-14
HISTORY-15
HISTORY-16-17-18-19
HISTORY-20
HISTORY-21 (begin)
HISTORY-21 (end)
HISTORY-22-23-24
HISTORY-25
HISTORY-26
HISTORY-27
HISTORY-28-29-30-31-32
HISTORY-33
SEXUAL INVERSION IN WOMEN-1
SEXUAL INVERSION IN WOMEN-2
SEXUAL INVERSION IN WOMEN-3
SEXUAL INVERSION IN WOMEN-4
HISTORY-34-35-36-37
HISTORY-38
HISTORY-39.1
HISTORY-39.2
HISTORY-39.3
HISTORY-39.4
FOOTNOTES
THE NATURE OF SEXUAL INVERSION-1
THE NATURE OF SEXUAL INVERSION-2
THE NATURE OF SEXUAL INVERSION-3
THE NATURE OF SEXUAL INVERSION-4
FOOTNOTES
THE THEORY OF SEXUAL INVERSION-1
THE THEORY OF SEXUAL INVERSION-2
THE THEORY OF SEXUAL INVERSION-3
CONCLUSIONS-1
CONCLUSIONS-2
CONCLUSIONS-3
CONCLUSIONS-4
FOOTNOTES
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B-1
APPENDIX B-2-3-4
INDEX OF AUTHORS

other's arms. To me it afforded the keenest sexual pleasure to 

press close to his naked body. We used mutually to handle and 

caress our parts, but without any attempt at mutual masturbation, 

although at that period I regularly practised it on myself. I 

asked him once about it, but he had not been taught it by others; 

and to my great pride and satisfaction I can say that I never 

either did it to him or asked him to do it to me. This I mention 

as an instance of my restraint in act, although my thoughts and 

desires knew no such curb. I remember also an elder brother of 

his, perhaps three or four years my senior, once showing me (then 

about 12, I suppose) his semierect penis. He would not allow me 

to touch it, but showed me how to draw back the foreskin so as to 

uncover the glans. His penis was large, and the incident was not 

forgotten. We had no other relation and I know that both he and 

my own friend grew up to be quite normal men. 

 

"I think I must have been about 17 when I got frightened about 

the occurrence of nocturnal emissions, which I believed were the 

evil result of masturbation, and for two or three years I 

continued in considerable mental distress until, when in my 

second or third year at college, I summoned up courage enough to 

consult our good old family doctor, who reassured me, but made, I 

now think, too light of my confidences, so that I relapsed the 

more readily, although much later on, into old habits. 

 

"From our windows at home we looked over a bit of common or down 

to the beach, and I used to keep watch on warm summer afternoons; 

over boys who might be bathing, to observe them through our 

telescope. All this I kept strictly secret and I was never 

surprised. I might just as well, and without arousing the 

slightest suspicion of my motive, have walked down to the beach 

and seen them and chatted with them; but this I could not have 

brought myself to do. It gave me considerable sexual satisfaction 

when I was able to see them bathing without pants. I also used to 

watch them at play on the common, and felt rewarded when I saw, 

as I not infrequently did, sexual familiarities taking place. 

These violently excited me and sometimes brought on orgasm, 

always erection with pleasure. Indeed, it was an experience of 

this kind that made me return to masturbation after I had given 

it up for a while. I remember one day seeing two lads of about 16 

lying on the grass in the sunshine; all at once the bigger lad 

put out his hand and tried to open his companion's trousers. He 

resisted with all his might, and a long struggle ensued, ending 

in the smaller lad having his penis exposed and manipulated by 

the other. Even at this day the recollection of this excites me. 

Both lads grew up to be normal men. 

 

"Twice only have I been approached by grown-up people. When I was 

about 13 I used to meet often, when going to school by train, an 

old gentleman who courted me, as it were, used often to talk to 

me and asked me to come to see his well-known scientific 

collections, but I always had a vague distrust of him and never 

went. One day in the summer during a spare hour I met him in an 

empty room in the museum, where there were usually very few 

visitors at that time of day, and where large show-cases gave 

concealment. He came up to me and told me he had been away in the 

country, and that, when making his way home through hedges and 

thorny bushes, some of the thorns got stuck amongst his clothes 

and were still giving him uneasiness. 'I would be very grateful,' 

he said, 'if you would put your hand down and try if you can feel 

any thorns sticking in my underflannels and pull them out.' He 

then unbuttoned his braces on one side, undid his trousers and 

made me thrust my hand over his groin and lower abdomen. I 

avoided touching his genitals, but he pushed my hand down in that 

direction until, burning with shame, I made my escape and ran 

off, not stopping until I was safe in school. I scarcely 


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