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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

 

"It is difficult to estimate sexual influences of which as a 

child I was practically unaware. I certainly admired the 

liveliest and cleverest girls and made friends with them and 

disliked the common, lumpy, uneducated type that made two-thirds 

of my companions. The lively girls liked me, and I made several 

nice friends whom I have kept ever since. One girl of about 15 

took a violent liking for me and figuratively speaking licked the 

dust from my shoes. I would never take any notice of her. When I 

was nearly 16 one of my teachers began to notice me and be very 

kind to me. She was twenty years older than I was. She seemed to 

pity my loneliness and took me out for walks and sketching, and 

encouraged me to talk and think. It was the first time in my life 

that anyone had ever sympathized with me or tried to understand 

me and it was a most beautiful thing to me. I felt like an orphan 

child who had suddenly acquired a mother, and through her I began 

to feel less antagonistic to grown people and to feel the first 

respect I had ever felt for what they said. She petted me into a 

state of comparative docility and made the other teachers like 

and trust me. My love for her was perfectly pure, and I thought 

of her's as simply maternal. She never roused the least feeling 

in me that I can think of as sexual. I liked her to touch me and 

she sometimes held me in her arms or let me sit on her lap. At 

bedtime she used to come and say good-night and kiss me upon the 

mouth. I think now that what she did was injudicious to a degree, 

and I wish I could believe it was as purely unselfish and kind as 

it seemed to me then. After I had left school I wrote to her and 

visited her during a few years. Once she wrote to me that if I 

could give her employment she would come and live with me. Once 

when she was ill with neurasthenia her friends asked me to go to 

the seaside with her, which I did. Here she behaved in an 

extraordinary way, becoming violently jealous over me with 

another elderly friend of mine who was there. I could hardly 

believe my senses and was so astonished and disgusted that I 

never went near her again. She also accused me of not being 

'loyal' to her; to this day I have no idea what she meant. She 

then wrote and asked me what was wrong between us, and I replied 

that after the words she had had with me my confidence in her was 

at an end. It gave me no particular pang as I had by this time 

outgrown the simple gratitude of my childish days and not 

replaced it by any stronger feeling. All my life I have had the 

profoundest repugnance to having any 'words' with other women. 

 

"I was much less interested in sex matters than other children of 

my age. I was altogether less precocious, though I knew more, I 

imagine, than other girls. Nevertheless, by the time I was 15 

social matters had begun to interest me greatly. It is difficult 

to say how this happened, as I was forbidden all books and 

newspapers (except in my holidays when I had generally a reading 

orgy, though not the books I needed or wanted). I had abundant 

opportunities for speculation, but no materials for any 

profitable thinking. 

 

"Dreaming was forced upon me. I dreamed fairy-tales by night and 

social dreams by day. In the nightdreams, sometimes in the 

day-dreams, I was always the prince or the pirate, rescuing 

beauty in distress, or killing the unworthy. I had one dream 

which I dreamed over and over again and enjoyed and still 

sometimes dream. In this I was always hunting and fighting, often 

in the dark; there was usually a woman or a princess, whom I 

admired, somewhere in the background, but I have never really 

seen her. Sometimes I was a stowaway on board ship or an Indian 

hunter or a backwoodsman making a log-cabin for my wife or rather 

some companion. My daythoughts were not about the women round 

about me, or even about the one who was so kind to me; they were 

almost impersonal. I went on, at any rate, from myself to what I 

thought the really ideal and built up a very beautiful vision of 


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