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Table of contents
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

though I was always at daggers drawn with my father and brother. 

I worshipped my mother then, as I do now. My sister and I did not 

at all get on as children, though we are the best of friends now. 

She and her husband as well as my mother have been kindness 

itself ever since they knew of my condition. Not till I was over 

30 years did I meet a man I loved as well as my mother, and he is 

heterosexual. I must have loved my father and brother at first, 

but continual conflicts, incompatible temperaments and mutual 

misunderstandings and want of sympathy made life at home 

horrible. I must admit from my earliest childhood I had a certain 

contempt for my father and brother because I found them so 

materialistic. I had all my childhood rows with my brother. My 

father took his part, my mother mine. After I had recovered from 

my father's sudden death (my first words were after reading the 

letter: 'Thank God it isn't mother!') I felt a great relief, but 

it took a long time for me to grasp that I was really free. 

 

"I have always liked women's society and, as a youth, I was very 

fond of gossip, which I by no means am now. I have many women 

friends, more than men friends. These women friends are all 

heterosexual except one. I very often like elderly women; I 

suppose I see mother in such women. A woman never could make me 

blush, but a man I admired could easily. 

 

"I was 23 years of age when a married woman of good family asked 

me to come and spend the night with her. I went, and though she 

was beautifully built, cleanly, and though her garments and 

apartments were of the utmost good taste, I did not have any 

erection. On the other hand, I felt myself to be most unclean and 

bathed three times each of the following three days. Since then I 

have never tried to have sexual intercourse with women. 

 

"In Copenhagen I tried to excite my feelings with every class of 

woman, in vain. I suppose it is that my nature is so like woman's 

that there can be no reaction. With men I am often very shy and 

nervous, tongue-tied, and my hands perspire. Never so with women. 

 

"As a child I loved men and used to fall desperately in love with 

some who came to the house. I would, when no one was there, kiss 

their hats, or gloves, or even their sticks. 

 

"I can remember, when I was about 6 years, how I fell in love 

with a very good-looking 26-year-old German. He had very curly 

hair and his hands were very beautiful. He was very fond of me 

and I used to call him 'my Boy.' When visiting us he often used 

to 'tuck me in' after the nurse had gone down. He always had 

sweets or something for me. I can remember how I used to fling my 

arms round his neck and cover his face with kisses. I would then 

draw his head down on my pillow and he would tell me fairy-tales 

and I would go off to sleep quite happy. 

 

"At 7 years of age, while staying in the country, a very 

good-looking groom, about 25 years of age, misbehaved himself 

with me. I often used to visit him in the stables, as this man 

had a strange attraction for me. One day he tickled me. While 

doing so he produced my penis and also his own, which was in full 

erection. He tried in every way to excite my feelings, in vain. 

For him the occasion terminated in an ejaculation. He forbade me 

to tell anyone, and I did not do so, but tried to find out all I 

could on the subject, with little or no result. From that day I 

hated the groom and I felt a sort of guilt, as if I had 'lost 

something.' Not till I was 12 years did I understand. 

 

"From my earliest childhood I had one ideal of a man. From that 

ideal I have never swerved. At the age of 30 I found a friend 

who, though quite heterosexual, has, without giving me any sexual 

intercourse, given me the love I have always needed. He has been 

for the last couple of years a second mother, father, sister, 

brother, and lover. Through him I have regained my health, my 

love of nature, and he has helped to deaden my hatred toward 

human nature and my bitterness. A better friend I never wish to 


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