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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

asked me if I were not cold, began passing his hand up and down 

my back; then came a question about caning at school, whether 

certain parts of me were not sore, leading to an investigating 

touch. I put his hand aside shyly, but did not resent the action. 

Presently he was for exploring my trousers pockets and I began to 

think him a pickpocket; repulsed in that direction, he returned, 

to rubbing my back. The sensation was pleasant. I now took him 

for a pimp who wished to take me to a prostitute, and as at that 

time I had begun to realize that such pleasures were not to my 

taste I was glad to find myself at my destination, and said 

good-bye sharply, leaving him standing full of astonishment at 

his failure with one who had taken his advances so pleasantly. I 

could not bring myself to believe that others had the same 

feelings as myself. Later I realized my escape, not without a 

certain amount of regret, and constructed for my own pleasure a 

different termination to the incident. 

 

"I was now so possessed by masculine attraction that I became a 

lover of all the heroes I read of in books. Some became as vivid 

to me as those with whom I was living in daily contact. For a 

time I became an ardent lover of Napoleon (the incident of his 

anticipation of the nuptials with his second wife attracting me 

by its impetuous brutality), of Edward I, and of Julius Caesar. 

Charles II I remember by a caressing cruelty with which my 

imagination gifted him. Jugurtha was a great acquisition. 

Bothwell, Judge Jefferies, and many villains of history and 

fiction appealed to me by their cruelty. 

 

"I had become an adept in the mental construction necessary for 

the satisfaction of my desires. And yet up to that date I had 

never seen the nude body of a full-grown adult. I had no 

knowledge of the extent to which hair in certain instances 

develops on the torso; indeed, my efforts at characterization 

centered, for the most part, around the thighs and generative 

organs. At this time one of my schoolfellows saw a common 

workman, known to me by name, bathing in a stream with some 

companions; all his body was, my informant told me, covered with 

hair from throat to belly. In face the man was coarse and 

repulsive, but I now began to regard him as a lovely monstrosity, 

and for many nights embraced the vision of him passionately, with 

face buried in the jungle growth of hair that covered his chest. 

I was, for the first time, conscious of deliberately (and 

successfully) willing not to see his face, which was distasteful 

to me. At the same time another schoolfellow told me, concerning 

a master who bathed with the boys, that hair showed above his 

bathing-drawers as high as the navel. I now began definitely to 

construct bodies in detail; the suggestion of extensive hairiness 

maddened me with delight, but remained in my mind strongly 

associated with cruelty; my hairy lovers never behaved to me with 

tenderness; everything at this period, I think, tended to draw me 

toward force and violence as an expression of amativeness. A 

schoolfellow, a few years my senior, of a cruel, bullying 

disposition, took a particular delight in inflicting pain on me: 

he had particularly pointed shoes, and it was his custom to make 

me stand with my back to him while he addressed me in petting and 

caressing tones; just when his words were at their kindliest he 

would inflict a sharp stroke with the toe of his boot so as to 

reach the most tender part of my fundament; the pain was 

exquisite; I was conscious that he experienced sexual pleasure (I 

had seen definite signs of it beneath his clothing), and, though 

loathing him, I would, after I had suffered from his kicks, throw 

myself into his imaginary embraces and indulge in a perfect rage 

of abject submission. Yet all the time I would gladly have killed 

him. 

 

"At the age of 14 I went, for a time, to a farm-house, where I 

was allowed to mingle familiarly with the farm-laborers, a fine 

set of muscular young men. I became a great favorite, and, having 


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